Ghost Of You - Punkiplier: Not So Bad Boy Sequal

The Funeral, The Word

Those next three days were a blur.

The only time you really ever got up was to go to the bathroom. Then you just layed back down and cried some more.

Your chest felt heavy as you got ready for the funeral.

It felt as if every breath was once a breath shared with Mark. A breath that has now been tainted with poison.

Why did you let this happen?

By technicality you caused this pain. You allowed yourself to get hurt. You let someone hold your heart and as they fell off the line called life, they took it with them.

And you let this happened.

You held back your tears on the way to the gravesite.

His brother gave you a friendly, sympathetic hug.

He must be hurting worse than you.

He was pale and his eyes were lifeless; but you must not look any better because he whispered something into your ear. “He wouldn’t be happy if he knew  you weren’t taking care of yourself.”

Tears began to form in your eyes.

Ana rushed over to hug you. “I’m sooo sorry, my queen!”

You looked behind her to see a couple of males talking. One with green and brown hair with glasses and another with full brown hair.

Ana follow your gaze.

“The one in the flannel is the coffee bean i was telling you about; Robert. And the other is Mark’s best friend, Jack.”

Jack met your eyes, but quickly looked away.

You heard of him. Mark was telling you the story of when he became the “bad boy” he sort of treated Jack like crap and they kind of went separate ways for a while.

Ana escorted you to meet them.

"Robert moved next door to Jackaboy few months ago." she introduced him.

You shook his hand.

Life just felt meaningless.

Time didn't seem to exist. Everything seemed to just pass by you and it many nothing.

You listened as Ana and Jack talk and sometimes Robert, but the words meant nothing. Everything was pointless.

You wanted all of this to stop.

This pain, this life... This..

'Smile..' a voice whispered in your ear. A deep, familiar voice...

Mark!

"Um, I'll be right back.. I need some air.." you quickly walked off trying to hold in your tears as your body began to shake.

There was no way that was Mark..

He's dead!

Gone!

You sat by a tree that was behind a hill.

Smile...

Smile. How could you smile when the person you once love was taken away from you.

You let the tears fall. There was no point in keeping it in.

There's no point in on anything anymore.