Dear Mikey (MikeyxReader)

10

~2 weeks later~
Kaitlyn's P.O.V.
I lay in my bed, not really trying to think about anything. I couldn't sleep. I was tired, but my eyes wouldn't close for more than a few minutes. I just laid there and stared at my white ceiling, thinking about the day Mikey left me. Why did it have to be me? I think as a tear rolls down my cheek. I fucking hate crying, and that's all I've done the past two weeks. I cried, and cried, and cried. I don't know why I can't just close my fucking eyes and go to sleep. This is ridiculous. (This is me right now) I turn on my phone and check the time. It's 1:48. I sigh. I just stare at the ceiling some more and let my mind wander. I start to think about what Rocko said when he first met Mikey.
What did I tell you about boys? I should've listened to him. This would've never happened. But it did. And now I have to suffer the consequences. I sigh again and pull my comforter up to my chin. I start to think about Devon. A picture of him smiling flashes across my mind and I smile immediately. I get out of my bed and walk across the room to a white shelf that has a couple of books, a stuffed rabbit I got at the fair one year, and a picture of me, Rocko, Louis, and Devon. I look at Devon, how happy and healthy he was. I sat down on the floor and looked at it. And then my mind flashes to his funeral.
~Flashback~
I walked up to his casket as I held Rocko's hand. I didn't like the way he looked in his casket. He looked to relaxed. I didn't like it at all. I almost didn't cry at all. Until Louis showed up. Seeing him cry was enough for me. My emotions overwhelmed me and I had to be alone. It was almost like I was going to suffocate if I couldn't get out of there. I ran, I ran as fast as I could and into a private room. I didn't know what the room was, but it didn't matter, no one else was in there. I sat on the floor in the corner and leaned my head against the wall. I started to have a mental breakdown. I began to hyperventilate. Rocko found me eventually. He hugged me tight and we stayed in there for about twenty minutes. I didn't want to go back out there. I knew that it might happen again, but I had to. I had to be strong. I grabbed Rocko's hand and didn't let go the rest of the time. I cried, hard, as people gave their speeches. I sat in the front. I couldn't help but look at him. He didn't look at all like what he did when he was alive. I wrote a note to him, and when we were paying our final respects before the casket was closed, I kissed the note, opened his left hand, and put the note in it. I closed his hand back and put it back where it was. I've never felt anyone so cold. We  followed the van out to the burial site. I stood there, it was cold, but it was sunny. The sun was very bright as we slid the casket onto the rollers, prepping it for burial. I did cry during that too. I left before they put the casket in the ground. I couldn't stand there and watch as they put him in the ground. Then we went and had a dinner. It was a very quiet dinner. Nobody really had said anything. I ate a little and then went home and went straight to bed. I laid in my bed and instead of crying, I just stared at the wall, thinking of every memory I had with him. When we were on a boat, when we went camping, when we went fishing. I thought of every little thing we did like eating breakfast or walking down to the store. I just laid in my bed for hours. I didn't sleep very well that night. When I woke up the next day, I was quiet, not really saying anything to anyone. I mean, what do you expect? I just lost my best friend.
~End Flashback~
I didn't even realize I was crying until I touched my face. I wiped off my face and got off the floor. I put the picture back where it goes and walked out of my room quietly. I tip toed over to Rocko's room. I opened the door quietly and walked over to his bed. I poked his face and he opened his eyes.
"What's wrong sis?" He asks.
"I can't sleep." I say and he scoots over. I get under the covers with him and lay down, his body heat radiating over to me. I sigh and close my eyes. I look at the clock next to his bed. It's 2:18. (Seriously what time it was when I wrote this sentence ;-;) I sigh and close my eyes. Rocko rolls over and I press my back against his. (He's 24 and she's 17 mind you) I eventually drift off to sleep.
When I wake up, Rocko isn't laying next to me. I get up and walk to my room. I brush my hair and put on a black beanie. I walk over to my closet and put on some blue skinny jeans and black spaghetti strapped tank top. I put a black Nike hoodie that says 'JUST DO IT' over that. I brush my teeth and then walk outside to the living room. Rocko runs up to me. He looks worried. I furrow my eyebrows together and then look behind him. Now I know what he's worried about. Raph's standing in the middle of the room.
A/N
So, you guys were probably like, 'wow Alayna you got all touchy-feely on me with the funeral thing' Yeah well, ya see the thing is I based pretty much the whole thing off my Nana's funeral. The only thing I changed were the names.
Rocko=my cuz✊
Louis=my pappaw
My Nana died recently and that's all of what happened and she really was my best friend and now she's gone. But, it's good ya'll. She died surrounded by friends and family. (I was part of the family, with my cuz) She died from cancer that basically destroyed her from the inside out. I'm okay now though. She'll forever be in our hearts. I love you Nana. Me and KayKay miss you.

I hope the a-a-a-a-a-a-angels know what they have. I'll bet it's so nice in heaven since you arrived.
~Dancing in the sky. by Dani and Lizzy

~Alayna💖