JUDE
I am in hell.
There is a shrill that pulls me out of my sleep, and I groan, waking up. The moment I open my eyes, I regret it because I can swear my head is splitting into two. Also, I think one of my eyes isn't opening up well.
What the hell?
Sitting up, I shut off the alarm, noting that it's 7 am. Everything in me wants to go back to sleep, but I cannot. There are flight documents on my dresser, a glass of water, and painkillers, all waiting for me.
I am going home today. Supposed to be seated on the flight by 9 am. The longer I stare at the ticket, the more I wonder if I have to really do this. There is nothing back there for me. No one is waiting for me. I was told not to go, but then they never said anything about visiting the grave.
They just didn't want me at the funeral.
