Funeral

I was at a funeral for someone I don't know but I was crying. It was a beautiful, small church. I've never been to a church service like this. I can't even explain it. It didn't feel like church, it felt like something evil was about to happen. It almost looked like a baptism. The worst part was that the father was holding the body. I just remember that it was a child and he was wrapped in a white blanket. He was dressed in a red and green pleated shirt with overalls. Vinny came to get me before it ended. There was a crazy girl with him, she had blonde hair that was slicked back into a ponytail with a bright red streak in it. She was taking me to this dark place. I don't remember where we were or what we did. All I remember was that it was really dark, I had my eyes open as wide as I could and I couldn't see not even an inch in front of me. But, I wasn't scared at all, I actually felt pretty comfortable. Right when I closed my eyes, I felt someone grab me by my hand and they started running. This person ran so fast that my feet were almost dragging at one point. We ran into the light it was Vinny. He kept telling me that were late. I had no idea we had somewhere to be. He took me back to that church and I had no idea why. All I know is that I was so mad at him because I hated the feeling this place gave me. We went inside and there was another funeral service. This time it was a for a baby. He was so tiny, not more then 20 inches long. His eyes were open and he was also wrapped in a white blanket, but this time a little boy was holding him. I couldn't even help but cry when I saw that. What the fuck was wrong with these sick, evil people? Was I in a fucking satanist church? Why weren't these children in a casket or a coffin, whatever? Why were they in the hands of the people who loved them. But most importantly, why would Vinny bring me here?

I think that girl kissed Vinny. But it was weird because I didn't give a shit. I didn't even ask him about it.