|Chapter fifteen|

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SOOO BASICALLY LAST CHAPTER BEFORE ALT ENDING! which will come out later <3

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Charlotte adjusts my tie and I head off with Tommy in a uber to the funeral. Tom had a speech he seemed nervous about, I tried to calm him down as much as I could before we got the the funeral home. We walk in and there is about 20 people in this one small room, there was Dads urn on a table surrounded by pictures of him... I look closer- I was there. In some of the pictures. I was a very small child about 6 or 7, Tommy was also in the pictures with me in them as a child. Most of the pictures there were of Dad and Tommy smiling at medals they would win from competitions, them smiling standing close together, none of me as a teenager, just Tom. Some were with friends and family members of his. There was food, drinks, and people chatting, almost everyone greeted Tommy, chatting with him,

"Who's this? A friend of your's perhaps?" A lady asks,

"n-no this is my Brother, Wilbur." He says, the lady takes one last glance at me and laughs, heading off to talk to other people. The funeral continues on until everyone besides immediate family gets sent into the area where the eulogy's would happen. The man who called Tommy in to talk about the funeral was telling us where we would sit in the front and stuff, the funeral man was confused as to who I was before I was introduced by Tommy as his other son. We were sent to the other room and seated. (I'm not sure how a funeral works as i've only been to one and there was priest since they were catholic but in this I didn't want to add that so... Just trust it.) One of Dad's brothers who was the last one to see him, said what his last words were, they shattered me.

"Tell Wilbur and Tom I love them and that i-i am sorry.-" Then he stopped breathing, he said that whilst he was having a heart attack-

I won't ever forgive him properly for what he did, but I will take in the fact that he apologized and said that he loved me,

"Wil... Y-You alright?" Tom asks quietly, I wipe my tears, and nod I smile and say,

"y-yeah I'm- alright." Tom nods in return.

"welp... My turn-..." He whispers to me. I tell him it will be okay. Tom's speech was beautiful my personal favourite parts were ;

"My Father was a asshole, but I knew deep down he lov-" Not the last part just the first part.

"He may have not been the best Father but he pushed me hard to do stuff I know I wouldn't have done without him, he helped me study, explained it in a way I would understand, if he didn't push me I wouldn't be a millionai- I mean billionaire today." He says jokingly, which earns a sad laugh from everyone.

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The funeral finishes and I smile, not in a psycho way-... In a relieved way, I feel as if I don't need to hang onto the past anymore just like Charlie said, I haven't even taken my anti-depressants yet-... It will take time to recover fully, but as long as I live, I got lots of time for healing.

This girl. She's like my guardian angel... Charlie was miracle. I couldn't have done it with out her. I will only focus on my self for now I will still comfort people and give them advice, but from now on I won't deal with anyone else's problems and make them my own.

I mean- this is freedom after all. I didn't just start this streaming career for nothing I did it for freedom. And I have been granted freedom so I will make the best out of it. I tried so hard, I was patient, and I got what I deserve, what I truly deserve.

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*SCRRRR*

I hear ringing in my ear. The car goes off the road and my eyes get heavy and all I see his black and the last thing I hear is "Wilbur- Is this what dying feels like?" Tom says choking on his words, glass shattering down in on us, the car flipping,

"I-I love you tom-" I say before I Hear nothing but loud ringing this was it. It was the end wasn't it? I tried so hard for what? For this?-

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the end! Jjkjkjkjk that would just be a shit ending BHHAHA anyways, I think I know what i'm doing for the ending (the sad ending)

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