I sat at Josh's funeral. I hadn't cried yet. I had to be brave. for my big brother.
the service ended. people left.
that's the thing about funerals
most people at the funeral grieve and cry, but then a day later they're laughing and happy. it's like you have to cry. it's like each tear sent Josh closer to heaven.
but if heaven was real, hell, If God was real, why did he want Josh?
a girl needed her big brother. I stood up. I had on a black dress and white sweater. I walked through the church, holding in tears when I saw Brendon. he had on a tux and he looked amazing. I looked at him. he looked at me. I was about to open my mouth when he hugged me. and not just a little pity 'I'm sorry yet I'll forget about it tomorrow ' hug it was an 'I love you and I'm so so truly sorry' hug. usually if I went to a funeral boys would come dressed in baggy pants. Brendon dressed up, his parents raised him well. I started to cry and didn't stop. he hugged me and told me it was going to be okay. it felt actually good..
I remember when I was 8. Josh and I were at a funeral and we thought that the person was just kidding about being dead and soon would pop out and surprise everyone. As you would imagine...there was no happiness at that funeral. Brendon whispered "come on" in my ear and led me out to his car. I got in. He looked at me and held his hand and said the words I'll never forget
"Listen...no matter what happens I will always be there for you dollface"
He wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb. I smiled "okay."
We sat there and talked about everything and anything.
"Now. I'm really going to make you feel better"
he put on all time low so loud i could barely hear my self think and there we sat, singing along like idiots..along with athe stares from random people. and even though i missed my brother... i felt good
but that didnt last very long.
AN
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POSSESSED - BRENDON URIE
Fanfiction(This was written years ago, sorry it's terrible. Read my new shit tho!) Pete wentz, exorcisms, and band members. What else could someone ever ask for?
