"I'm not going!" Jack stomped his foot and folded his arms.
"Jack," the woman sighed, "They were your parents…"
"Yeah, 'were'. My parents are dead. Whether or not I go to some event doesn't change that!"
"Please come, if only to say goodbye…"
Jack glared at the floor, "I've already said goodbye."
An awkward silence filled the foyer.
"Well," the woman sighed, irritated, "Here's your suit, just in case you change your mind."
She laid the blue suit down on the stairs beside Jack.
"Like I'll change my mind," he scoffed as she walked off.
Jack rolled his eyes and stood up on the stairs. He looked down and growled angrily at the suit. He went up a stair and paused for a moment. Turning, he snagged the hanger in his hand and carried the thing into his room.
Slamming the door behind him, Jack threw the formal outfit to the floor of his room. He sat heavily into his bed and clasped his hands over his eyes.
"I want to go home…" he whimpered, "Besides," he sniffed as he removed his hands from his face, "What was she thinking! A blue suit…" He moved the lifeless clothing a bit with his foot.
The longer he starred at the suit, the lighter his heart became. Things were as they were and they weren't about to change. Glaring at the wall at the head of his bed, Jack began to wonder if he'd even know any of the people at the funeral. Probably not, not that any of them would even want to talk to him.
"Better that way," he mumbled.
His face began to burn again as he buried it in his pillow.
The funeral was two days away. He had plenty of time to make up his mind.