Fiction.

Chapter 54: Missing Peace.

Ello Guys and Gals! As you can tell by the length that this is just a filler. My friend dared me to write a "Brimmy" Chapter. So....Here it is. Nothing to bad, just read on!!! ~Kat.

Chapter 54: Missing Peace.

4 Months earlier. . . .

It was late December, the twenty-eight to be exact. Peasnie got accepted into MIC today which made me so proud, I knew she’d get in. When they came to visit my grave this morning she told them about it, Matt already knew since he was in the room when she announced it, I was too but I didn’t get a victory hug. The guys are back in the studio recording and all is back to normal. Well as normal as it gets.

I stood over the head stone, peering down at my grieving friend. He sat there, cross legged. His deep brown eyes staring down at the letting that sat on the tombstone. I could hear his whimpers and small sobs escape his lips. Tears flooded down his paled face. I shook my head sadly and knelt down next to Brian, my hand firmly gripping his shoulder. It’s the middle of the night and he’s drunk.

“Why’d you have to die man?” He managed to choke out between sobs. My frown grew larger as I watched him slug back the bottle of Jack. For some reason Brian’s been on a downward spiral today. At first he just wanted to get drunk then he went into the garage that had all our stuff in it, old boxes with our names on them, old note books with lyrics and notes, old instruments, band merch and other crap. He went rummaging through mine and found an old picture of us as teens. That’s when he started it; he went to the attic and got all the old home movies and pictures of us when we were on tour. This was after he got home from the yearly visit with the family. I wanted to make sure he was okay but truth be told, I know he’s not.

“I’m sorry; I never meant for this much pain to be brought on.” I made a sorry excuse for myself. I couldn’t help but cringe at the sound of my words. I knew I was missed but not only are family and friends grieving, fans are too. They’re self-harming because I’m gone; some have even taken their own lives. Lots of people can’t listen to our music because I’m either in it and then they remember I’m dead or I’m not in it and that means I’m really gone. I know some of them have theories, like I’ve gone into the woods to become the knife master or I’m in hiding to reproduce some more little Jimmy’s for all the fan girls out there. I’d have to say, that’s my favourite one.

“Jimmy, you were my best friend. I’ve known you since eighth grade. How could you leave us?” Brian slurred sadly, his words stung deeply. I lowered my head, hiding my guilty face behind my shaggy black hair. I stared down at the frosty ground sadly with tears in my eyes. I felt a couple small tears slid down my icy cheeks as he sobbed loudly. I wasn’t crying because he asked me how I could leave them, I was crying because he said I ‘was’ his best friend instead I ‘am’. That shattered my heart into a trillion pieces. I flung my arms around his large body and hugged him tightly. The memory of knowing he can’t feel me broke me even more. He needed to know that I’m here with them, that I’m not going anywhere.

“I have no excuses to how I left. All I need you to know is, I love you guys and I miss you alot.” I whispered softly against his long shaggy black hair. He sobbed sadly, his body getting weaker and weaker, his cries growing distant apart and hushed. Brian’s body eventually fell to the ground in a huddled ball. I lay next to him, telling stories of the stupid things we’ve done together over the years. My gaze occasionally ran to his peaceful face, he had tears running from his eyes still; I tried to dry them sympathetically. I smiled and mouthed ‘I miss you’.