Iris ↠ l.h.

i just want you to know who i am...

Death.

It was one of those late night topics that kept you from your sleep, it was the one inevitable subject that somehow not a single person has the ability to comprehend.

He had his religion and knew what he was supposed to believe, but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder:

is it really all true?

Because maybe it was all just a myth, something the frightened needed so they can actually cope with the thought of dying.

But really, what if it's just a big black nothing?

You just die and everything just ends.

It's all just gone.

What a shame that would be, because then what was the point at all?

You just die and your life is nothing.

Famous or not. Rich or poor.

None of it mattered.

None of it ever mattered.

Because it is now and forever; nothing.

Luke hoped that wasn't the case.

Because, like he said, what would be the point of living at all? 

He couldn't help but let these thoughts take over his mind as he sat in the very back of the church that was, surprisingly, full.

Apparently, once you're dead a nobody becomes a somebody.

Which was, more or less, pathetic.

Luke rolled his eyes, watching as a girl a few rows ahead of him leaned against her boyfriend, soft sobs coming from her throat, muffled from her boyfriends shirt covering her mouth.

Like she even knew her.

He tuned out the priest who was talking and focused his hearing on an elderly couple in the row beside him.

"Suicide,that girl just needed some attention," he heard the woman say, shaking her head as her husband nodded along, agreeing.

Ignorant.

He centralized his sight to a boy, around his age, sitting directly in front of him and heard him whisper, "just a waste of a hot body."

Sick.

"Would anybody like to come up and say a few words?" Luke heard the priest ask, he looked around and saw none of the 'grievers' stand up, then looked back up towards the priest who was doing the same thing as Luke;

Looking for somebody who actually cared.

He bit on his trembling lip as he saw the casket sitting up at the front.

He had to.

If he didn't then nobody would ever know who Iris is. Was. 

She'll be forgotten and remembered forever as The Mute.

Those people who called her that have the audacity to sit there and cry, pretending they care, but can't even go up to say one nice thing. Why? Because nobody knew her or who she was.

Slowly, Luke stood up from his seat and walked towards the front, making sure to keep his eyes away from the open casket.

It would be too overwhelming to see her and he couldn't break down now. Not as he got closer to the  front, about to say words that he couldn't form into a sentence.

He felt all eyes drawn on him, some surprised he was speaking, some surprised he was even there at all.

It was then that he realized that nobody actually knew him at all.