Losing Him

Goodbye

Chapter Twenty-Five

Goodbye

"Leon Thompson.

A son, a brother and a friend to many."

The funeral priest was rambling on about someone he didn't know.

He claimed that Leon lived an incredible life and touched many people's hearts.

Of course it was true, but the priest didn't know that, its his job to say it about every person who dies, thought Savannah.

Leon. As beautiful and kind-hearted as he was, he had many fatal flaws.

One being that he was easily influenced.

He died of a drug overdose in a public toilet of a night club.

Was it accidental? yes, but it was also fatal.

Savannah was battling so many emotions in such a short amount of time.

She was devastated, numb and empty.

He didn't deserve to die the way that he did.

Savannah hadn't spoken much, or eaten much or done anything except sleep her life away since hearing the news.

Because sleep was the only cure for the excruciating pain she falls into the second her eyes open and she becomes awake.

She seemed to drown out noise.

The old priest was still talking, but Savannah wasn't listening to what he was saying.

She looked around at the guests at the ceremony.

Herself and Leon's family were sitting in the front row, metres away from Leon's white casket.

Leon's mother sat beside Savannah, quietly sobbing.

Savannah hadn't realised she was holding her hand, until she looked down and saw their hands were linked.

Savannah would cry, but she felt like she'd cried every tear in her for the past two weeks.

Next to Leon's mother Grace, was his father, Mark, in tears, shabbier than Savannah had ever seen him before.

On the opposite aisle were people Savannah had never seen before, a couple rows back sat Mitchell and his family.

"The principle's son was the one who discovered Leon in the bathroom and he relentlessly performed CPR on Leon until the ambulance arrived," Savannah recalled her mother saying to her.

She barely heard anything anybody had said to her over the past two weeks, but that, managed to stick with her.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Leon was supposed to be in Spain, not dead.

She looked at Mitchell, for some reason she felt hateful anger towards him.

In a sinister way, she was glad Mitchell looked as miserable as he did, though she was sure it couldn't compare to what she was feeling.

The back row seats were filled with the notorious gang that Savannah believed were responsible for Leon's death.

Her eyes scanned, Ethan, Caleb, Heather and Natalie.

She didn't understand why they were so glum; this was their doing.

She didn't feel anger towards them like she did Mitchell, she just felt hate, in its pure form.

She wished that it was either of them in that casket, instead of Leon.