We All Make Mistakes

Chapter Nine

Pax day two. Done. I call (y/n). She still hasn't responded since yesterday.

"Hey Mark," She answers.

"Hi (y/n). How's it going. Everything holding up okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. What about you? Pax going okay? How's (f/n) doing?"

"She's holding up. She really wishes you were here. I saw Zoie. She was upset that you weren't here and she said she's sorry about your dad. She also subscribed to you and (f/n) once she found out about your channel."

"That's awesome! I wish I was there. It would've been nice to see her. If you happen to run into her again tell her I say hi!"

"I guess you could look really hard in the comments section of your videos to find her. Say hi yourself. Afterall she was one of your first fans." I look at the time. It's late. "Hey baby, it's pretty late here so I should probably get going. I love you."

"I love you too, Mark. Wish I was there with you. Bye."

"It would be great to have you here. Bye." I hang up.

The last day of Pax. I'm on a plane. Missing on the many angry fans who were planning on seeing me. I hope they will understand. I know they will understand. They have to understand.

*Your Pov*
Dressed in all black. With a single white rose pinned to my simple black dress. Black tights and black flats. Hair pulled back into a messy bun. A golden butterfly pinned above the bun.

"You look beautiful," he says.

*Mark's Pov*
I walk up behind her. She spins around and sobs into my chest. I have my own black suit and tie on. I wrap my arms around her. I comfort her. She needs someone to be there. I had to leave Pax to make sure she's okay.

"You didn't tell me you were coming," she cries.

"I didn't know I was coming till I went to bed. I thought about what a little girl had suggested. I know what it's like to lose someone. And let me tell ya, it is so much better to have someone with you."

"Guys, we gotta go. It's going to start soon," Nancy says.

We get into the car. It's a quiet drive to the cemetery. (Y/n) grabs my hand in the car and doesn't let go. I don't want her to. We walk up to the casket. The funeral begins and they say some words about who he was. What his hobbies were, how he acted, what he did for a living. I didn't pay much attention. My mind wanders elsewhere. Like to when I had to go to my own father's funeral.

*Flashback*
Why did this happen to him. Why couldn't it have been someone else? Why did it happen to our family. We were all so close. We cared for eachother. It just isn't fair. What was wrong with him? Why did cancer attack the one man who believed in me. He knew I could do anything. He cared for my brother and I. He cared for Dee. We were his world. I try to ignore the overflow of tears that keep coming from nowhere. Maybe if I cry enough I'll end up drowning in them. Then I can see my dad again. Or maybe this is all a bad dream. A nightmare that I want more than anything in the world to be waken up from. It's not fair. Nothing is fair.
*End Flashback*

I look to (y/n). She stares down at her feet. She's thinking the same thing I once did. It's all unfair. Nothing can bring him back. Then the thought always comes around thinking it's your own fault. Thinking maybe if I would've sent a text. Maybe if I would've went to visit. Maybe I couldve made them stronger. Been their reason to keep fighting. But all of those are wrong. Things like this, cancer, heart attack, nothing can stop those from happening. It's unavoidable. Much like death itself.

After everyone has spoken, they begin to close the casket. (Y/n) is is still is still looking down at her feet. Tears covering her face. I put my arm around her.

We both just want it to be over with.

Once it finally is, we head back to Nancy's house. It's quiet cause we are all afraid to speak. Then (f/n) calls (y/n). She walks into her old bedroom.

"I'm glad you decided to make it Mark. I know it means a lot to (y/n). She just is having a hard time showing it right now."

"I know she's is, and frankly that's all right. I know how it goes, I've been through it. How are you holding up?"

"I'm doing just fine. I'm more worried about (y/n). She didn't really talk to her dad much. They didn't see eachother as much as I had liked them to." (Y/n) walks back into the room. "What did (f/n) want?"

"She was just asking how everything went. She told me a little about how the last day went. Nothing that big happened I guess. Oh, Mark, everyone wasn't as mad as you thought they would be. They are sending happy thoughts."

That's good. I think to myself.

A/n
Also sorry for not uploading for a while. I wanted to make a longer chapter which means I needed more time. So please let me know if you like the longer chapters and I'll start doing that, but that means a longer wait. Or tell me if I should stay doing short chapters and upload every week.

So if you didnt know this about me I'm a bit of a drawer. Which means I draw a lot! And the picture is actually something I'm trying to draw currently. And in my opinion it's not to shabby. (Who the hell say shabby anymore? Wtf is wrong with me? 😂) but if you guys wanna see it I'll post it as the picture for one of the chapters when I'm finished.

Also one last thing. First off if you actually read the author notes, thank you it means a lot I love youuuuu 😄😍 but the reason this chapter was kind of dark and depressing and has a lot of talk about death is bc one, I mean it was a funeral it's always sad. Second, a kid who I didn't know from my school committed suicide and it just kinda reminded me of when my two friends did the same thing last year. One in February and one at the end of May. Then also when Daniel Kyre died. Like those three suicides really hit me. In February my friend who I just met that past summer...she was only 12. My friend in may, she was 16 and we used to be really good friends. We didn't hate eachother like if I talked to her we were still cook we just didn't talk all the time anymore. And with those two suicides I felt I couldve done something. Like what if I had said hi that day? What if I asked to hang out with them? Would they have done it? In honor of each of them I'm planning on getting a tattoo for them. I already know what I want for each. And when daniel died like I knew I probably couldn't have done anything since I never knew him personally but he was still someone I looked up to. But I bet Mark probably thought the same thing I did. What could I have done to help? And sadly once it's happened you can't ask those questions bc what's done is done. I didn't send that text...and wishing I had won't fix anything. Please...if you are having these thoughts...if will help you...if a girl who just writes fan fictions is someone you want to talk to then I'm here. For every single one of you. Bc I care. Even if I don't know you personally I don't want you to do anything you'll end up regretting. I love and care for every single one of you.