As soon as I walk through my front door, I see Dad and Shelly there waiting for me and I know there's no chance of sneaking up to my room. Dad's face is red and I can tell he is livid.
"Why did you have to upset Mrs. Sennet, like that? Hasn't she been through enough?" There he goes again, worrying about everyone else's pain and ignoring mine. I had gone there to talk to her, not upset her. How was I to know she can't see Thomas J, like I can? Can everyone who can see Thomas J, please raise their right hand?
I told Dad my intentions of visiting Mrs. Sennet – well tried to, but he continued to yell at me until I am standing in the front hall in tears. I can't be bothered holding them, not for the sake of hiding my pain from the one person who is supposed to care about me the most. Who am I kidding? He doesn't care at all. I bet he blames me for my mother's death even though he told me different. I bet he wishes it was me who died, not his Maggie.
I don't have the strength to pretend I'm okay, so I let my tears fall in a stream. I am sobbing uncontrollably, while my Dad continues to tear strips off of me, oblivious to the obvious state I am in. Shelly, whose face creased with concern, tries to comfort me, but I shrug her away. It's not her comfort I want. I want my Dad to tell me I'm not crazy for seeing my dead best friend, when no one else can, and that everything will be alright.
His harsh words, his angry tone and Shelly's attempts to console me all become too much. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I scream, dodging the pair of them and dashing up the stairs.
"Vada! Come back here!" My Dad is shouting at me, but I am beyond caring. I slam my door, turn my radio up to full volume and fling myself onto my bed. Wedding Bell Blues is playing and I let the lyrics seep into my mind, while my tears continue to fall.
