Fully Alive (Chris Motionless Fanfic)

Epilogue: On The Other Side

~Author's Note: So I was trying to think of a title of a chapter for the Chris fic I'm currently writing, "I'm In Love Again," and thought of On The Other Side, but came to the realization it would be better to use for an epilogue for this story. Hope you enjoy!~

  I was walking among the clouds, thinking of my family, and how was I going to spend eternity when I'm alone, when I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

"Alice? Alice!"

  I turned to face the person, my long white dress swishing around me, stirring up a puff of clouds. It was Chris. "Chris, you... Oh my gosh what are you doing here?!"

  I ran to him and he picked me up and spun me around. "I wasn't going to let you leave me alone." he whispered in my ear, and I felt a warm tear of happiness spill from the corner of my right eye.

  I pulled away after a sudden realization. "You left Jacob and Valletta..." I said quietly, staring at him. He nodded sadly. "The guys will take them, I know they will." Chris comforted me.

  I leaned my head against his chest, then had a thought. "If we're...angels, couldn't we look down on them, or something?" I asked, causing Chris to shrug.

  Sure, it was a long shot, and it was super cliché, but that was my little brother and my daughter down there, I wanted a way to see them.

*Jacob's POV*

  I woke up as it was starting to get light out, and was pretty unhappy. I rolled over in an attempt to fall asleep again, but my room was freezing; it was never this cold.

  I sat up and saw Alice, I mean, Mom, and Dad, sitting in my room, watching me. "Um, what's up?" I asked, feeling awkward. They both smiled at me sadly.

  "Jacob, you know we'll always love you, right?" Mom asked. I nodded, and Dad added, "And no matter what, we are always proud of you." I squinted at them, unsure whether I was dreaming.

***10 years later***

***Valletta's POV***

  "Hey look, it's an emo faggot!" I ignored the taunting and teasing as I walked to my locker. Second day of high school, and it was already hell. Although, after how shitty middle school was, I really wasn't expecting much.

  I remembered what my uncles had told me about school, blocking out the harsh words. I could hear Uncle Jacob telling me to stay strong, and Uncle Ricky saying to ignore haters.

  I remembered Uncle TJ saying to forget what everyone else thinks and stay true to myself, and Uncle Angelo telling me that he would always be here for me, no matter what.

  I reached my locker and opened it, music blaring in one ear, and looked at the picture I had put up yesterday of my parents. It's been 10 years since they killed themselves, and there isn't a day I don't wish they hadn't.

  Uncle Jacob told me that the night they died, they came in his room as angels, saying they loved him and would always be proud of us. I'm pretty sure they did the same with me, but it may have been a dream. I was only five for fuck's sake.

  I grabbed a book out of my locker as the song on my Pandora changed, and it took everything I had not to cry at it. It was the song I used to listen to right after Mommy and Daddy died.

Come

Stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

Hold it tight

This bond between us