Hit With Your Charm

Release

***Ricky's POV***

  To be honest, I didn't pay attention to Chris's funeral. I paid attention when they did the open casket, and when they lowered him. But the only time I was really focused was my turn to give a speech.

  It wasn't really a speech, so much as a song. The day before it, I had written a song for Chris that I wanted to be my goodbye to him. I walked up to the podium, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm terrible at speeches, but I had to do something, say something, for him, and this was the best I could come up with. I love you Chris." then began to sing.

You're never one to break

You're never one

To let them know

You're always one

To put on a show

For the world

Baby you're not safe here

It's not safe here

I know

That things are hard

I've been down this road before

Don't blame me

It was my demon's fault

They couldn't save me

Though they never tried

The scars haven't gone away

They're still there

They've just faded

Every scar

Every memory

Reminds me of what I hated

So now we're alone

Lost in our memories

You're begging for a release

I'm begging for relief

You say that it's so hard

I say I'll never leave

Baby just let it out

Let it out

Let it out

Don't blame me

It was my demon's fault

They couldn't save me

Though they never tried

The scars haven't gone away

They're still there

They've just faded

Every scar

Every memory

Reminds me of what I hated

Baby you need a release

Release

Release

You've got to fall apart

Fall apart

So maybe you can feel better

I know it's not easy

Easy for you

But if anyone can

Make it through

Make it through

It's you

~Author's Note: This isn't a MIW song, nor will it ever be. This is mine, please don't steal it.~

  I stepped off the podium as people applauded and went back to my seat. "That was amazing." Ghost whispered to me. I ignored him, thinking about Chris. I hoped he had somehow heard it.

  After the funeral was over, we all went home, and left each other to our own devices. Balz to videos games, Ryan to his phone, Ghost to his laptop, and me to my razor.

  Why didn't it work? I'm the one that deserved it, it wasn't his time. I wanted to try again, but without Chris with me, I barely had the strength to move anymore.

  I pulled out my phone and texted Ryan.

Ricky: I need a favor

Ryan: sup?

Ricky: come get my razor & thro it away plz

  Ryan came in and held his hand out, so I gave him the razor. "Don't even wanna know how you got another one..." he grumbled. He hugged me tightly, then left to dispose of it.

  I laid down on my bed and twiddled my thumbs. After a minute, I grabbed my phone and went to Youtube, then put on a song to relax me. That song was City Lights.

  Listening to it, I felt like I was laying in Chris's lap, listening to him sing it to me. When it was over, I could swear I heard Chris say my name. "Ricky?"