Wildest Dreams |Chapter 3: The Funeral

Sun, 01 Sep 2024 19:07:36 +0000

After he fell, all 5 of us scrambled in different directions, trying to find things to help him. I went to call the ambulance. His dad ran to find the first aid kit. Austin raced to Joel's bedroom and came back down with a pillow. Amber zoomed to the pantry for some reason. Maybe she thought a cookie would help revive Joel. Emma Leigh upstairs. I don't know what she was doing.

When we gathered back in the living room, he was gone. He'd fallen on the rug and the only thing that remained of his presence was a small note with the letters "E.R.J J.B.W. S.E.J". Both of our initials. Along with our best friend Skye's. I picked it up, in shock, and studied it. Joel had drawn a tiny heart with even tinier, unintelligible words in it. We were all too stunned to even cry.

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So you see, dear reader, why I am currently crying my eyeballs out.

The incident was 2 weeks ago. The funeral is today.

I get up and dig through my closet to find my black suit. Ugh, I think when I finally find it. It's even uglier than I remember. But it doesn't even matter.

Today will be a day to celebrate the life of my beloved, darling, beautiful best friend. More than just my best friend. I remember how the police have been working so hard on the case of what happened to him. His coffin will be empty because we never found Joel's body. The small optimistic part of me suggests that he might be somewhere out there, alive. The massive pessimistic part of me says to forget about it. The love of my life is dead. I will never again love a boy as much as him.

My bedroom door suddenly opens and my mom walks in and hugs me.

"I'm so sorry, mijo. I know Joel loved you from the bottom of his heart. But, I do too." She gives me a kiss on top of my head and I start sobbing uncontrollably, again. She wipes my tears away and I try to gather myself together. A few minutes later, I finally do.

After a long, depressing drive to the funeral home, we're there. The sun is shining so brightly. I feel like it's mocking us. I almost lose it again when I see the memorial flyer thingies they're handing out. I grab one hesitantly.

It says:

"JOEL BRYAN WALKER

Joel was a smart, kind, lovable 13 and a half year old boy. He was very loved at his Junior High school and had many friends. On May 23, 2024, he committed suicide and will be greatly missed, specially by his family and boyfriend."

Below this information is a picture of him on the first day of 8th grade, grinning widely and making a peace symbol. He's wearing his well-loved bright blue sweater with polka dots on it. He's also wearing his ripped dark blue jeans. I see myself in the background, talking to my friend Skye.

Tears build up in my eyes and I frantically blink them away. HE'S NOT DEAD!! HE'S NOT DEAD IF THEY DIDN'T EVEN FIND HIS BODY!!!! my optimistic side screams. When the ceremony starts, I hear hushed whispers.

"If he's dead why is the coffin empty?"

"They never found his body. It's a mystery."

"I miss him already.."

"Why did he kill himself?"

"I heard he was depressed. Maybe that's why."

"Poor Eric."

"I wonder if we'll also have a memorial at school."

"Oh yeah. Maybe they'll build a statue of him in the garden, where he loved to sit."

I can't watch the ceremony, half because I'm blinded with my tears, half because I am waaaay too depressed to listen. My dad shakes my arm softly. "Eric, are you gonna go up on the podium and say stuff?" My dad's always had a way with words. I nodded. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I walk up to the front of the crowd.

"H-Hello, everyone. I, uh... miss Joel a lot. He was the best boyfriend ever and I love- loved him a lot. But, I, umm............ I don't think he's dead," I blurt out. A few people gasped. "I think we should start a further investigation. I know police are working on the case, but we shouldn't have done a funeral for someone who still has a chance of being alive. It's not fair that we just gave up instead of trying to find him. If we all love Joel so much, why are we giving up? HE'S NOT DEAD!"

Oops. My optimistic side is showing a little more than I feel comfortable with. Everyone starts cheering like crazy, Joel's dad screaming the loudest. I catch a glimpse of Skye wiping tears from her eyes and smiling. I bow like a nerd and run back to my seat. My friends all give me high fives.

I still cry a lot though. There is of course a huge chance he's gone forever.

A few days later, Joel's gravestone is built in a beautiful cemetery, with huge weeping willows and forget-me-nots planted everywhere. When the grave is built, I sit down on the dirt in front of it. I trace his date of birth and "death" with my finger. I grab some of the flowers I brought and stick them into the ground. I smile, very satisfied with my impromptu garden. I lean against his stone and close my eyes. I feel strangely at peace, despite being surrounded with dead people.

Skye materializes next to me and scares the poop out of me when she says, "Hey, Eric." Today her long black hair is plaited with small, blue ribbons. She's wearing all dark, a sure sign of her sadness. I only ever saw her wear these colors when her pet bird died. Her dark brown eyes have bags under them. Seeing Skye like this makes me want to cry. I can't even recognize my bright, peppy friend. She sinks to the ground next to me and places her head on my shoulder. "I miss him," I say, my voice barely a whisper. "Me too."

"But he's not dead."

She looks at me with exasperation. "How do we know? Even if he isn't dead, he never even wanted to live!" Her harsh tone snaps me back to reality. She's right. He was unhappy. Maybe finding him would be going against his wishes. I try to shake those dreadful thoughts from my head. I focus on the way the sun shines through the leaves of the trees, making pretty patterns on the grass. I blink tears out of my eyes. I stand up and tell Skye to follow me. She looks up at her namesake and then back at me. She finally follows me.

I ring the Walker's doorbell. With a forced smile, Joel's oldest sister Amber opens the door. "Hi, Eric. Skye. What do you guys need?"

I looked Amber straight in her dark blue eyes. "We're gonna get Joel back." Her eyes flooded with tears. "I'm not going back to college until we find him."

So now we have a team and we're gonna bring our boy home.

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Idk why I'm giggling this was a depressing chapter man

Maybe it's because I have a plot twist coming up soon

STAY TUNED, TOH AND BOOKER AND ATHENA AND MY OTHER FANS OF MY STORY

Wildest Dreams |Chapter 2: Fragile

Fri, 30 Aug 2024 19:55:01 +0000

I swear I saw a flicker of regret across his face as he fell from the three story tall house.

The trees paid him no mercy, scratching him with their thorny branches and causing blood to flow like a river from Joel's many wounds.

I shrieked, even louder than earlier, and ran down the stairs. His dad and his siblings were all going shopping. If that idiot gets himself killed, I thought, his family will have lost Joel and his mom. When I reached the bottom floor and raced outside to the backyard, he was covered in gashes, and scrapes, and cuts, and bruises... I looked at his chest. My heart swelled with relief when I saw he was still breathing. I grabbed my first aid kit from my backpack and wrapped him up in so many bandages, he looked like a mummy. Using all my strength, I lifted him like he was a damsel in distress, which in a way, he was.

I called his dad and told him to come home ASAP.

I set Joel down gingerly on the sofa. I wiped the tears and sweat from my eyes. I would've slapped him for his stupidity if he wasn't already so injured.

Instead, I called him a few choice words.

After screaming and yelling at him, I grew tired and laid down on his chest. Joel hadn't spoken, which really concerned me. He stroked my nose with his pinkie, the way he did to calm me down. "You dummy, I hate you so much." I told him, then started sobbing uncontrollably. Of course, I got terrified when the door opened so hard it slammed into the wall, probably cracking it, and Joel's dad (followed by all 4 siblings) ran to the couch he was on. I yelped when his dad grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet. "WHAT HAPPENED?!"

Joel and I both explained. I wanted to lie, but figured it would be better to come clean. I will have to admit, I almost started bawling. Joel's dad grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

After a brief phone call, he told his son;

"They'll get you tomorrow. We're sending you to a mental facility."Suddenly, Joel gasped. He fell backwards and never got up again.

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Sorry about the long wait and smoll chapter lol-

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