Satellite-Sequel to God Save My King (Steve Jones FanFic)

Kimmy-Tell Me It's Okay Pt. 2

She came to me like a ghost, appearing from nothing but thin air and emerging from the tombstones so gracefully it was almost as if she were floating. I gasped in shock at the figure that towered above me. Heavy make up coated her eyes and blushed her cheeks, and she frowned down at me from a curtain of curls. In my shock, I nearly mistook the woman behind me as Nancy Spungen herself, risen from the dead and sporting her natural hair color. However, upon further inspection, I realized that it wasn't Nancy at all, but in fact the look alike that John had managed to find after Nancy's untimely demise. The woman who had been there with me during John's last night on Earth.

"M-Michelle?" I stammered, my body still shaking from the fright.

"Kimmy? Kimmy Abram, is that really you?" Her painted lips fell open, and she looked about as surprised as I was. "I'm...oh, gosh, I'm so sorry! I thought you were somebody else!"

Ditto.

But of course, I wasn't about to break it to her that I had stupidly thought that she was the late Nancy Spungen rather than herself. I was sure she had gotten enough heartbreak from hearing that comparison while dating John. Instead, I just sat there like an idiot, unsure of what to say. We hadn't gotten along the last time I'd seen her. And when we had finally bonded even the slightest bit, it was only over the fact that John was dying and I was the only one who could help without getting an ambulance and the police involved.

When I didn't respond, she awkwardly hesitated for a bit, but continued.

"Some teenagers-I dunno', they call themselves 'fans'-they like to come up here and leave mementos. Some of them are nice, like letters to Sid and Nancy, or little rock formations...others aren't so nice."

I lowered my gaze and nodded quickly. I didn't want to hear what awful things some of these hooligans were capable of doing. Many loved John and-shockingly enough-even loved Nancy too, but even more of the population hated the both of them. I don't think I could bare to listen to the many ways that they had desecrated the grave in the past. Especially those who truly believed that John had murdered Nancy.

"So you've been here before, I take it?" I inquired, finally finding my voice as I toyed with a blade of grass by my shoe. I was having a hard time looking at Michelle. Not only did I not want her to be aware of all of the crying I had just been doing, but I certainly didn't want to relive the last time I'd seen her. That last night...John's last night.

I figured she had the same idea, because she too began to shuffle uncomfortably where she stood. Her face turned to gaze down at the grave, away from where I was seated.

"A few times. And you?"

I gulped. "Never."

"Really? Not once?" She sounded surprised.

I suppose I would've been surprised too if I were her. Everyone who had been close to John knew about our friendship. Everyone probably thought that I should've been one of the first to visit, that I should've been there to help Anne spread his ashes.

Instead, I had done the complete opposite. In my mind, I had his necklace and I had his memory. I could keep him alive. I didn't need to acknowledge it was over. I wasn't ready to.

I lowered my head in shame. "I know, I'm an awful friend."

"You're...you're not awful." Her words sounded forced. I knew it only sounded so pained because she really didn't know me all that well and we were both aware of our history as enemies, and yet here she was trying to console me the best way she knew how. Despite her kind words, I continued to feel pretty damn useless.

"Then why do I feel like such a worthless git?" I demanded, the tears slowly returning to my eyes. "I feel like an absolute muppet. A complete waste of space!"