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Warning, triggering description/events.

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August 22nd, 2017

It's been five days since his death. Five dreadful, long, painful days. Today is the funeral. I've been helping his mom a lot, and Seria and I have spent so much time together cooking goodies, although they didn't need any. Many neighbors brought them food.

"Autumn, honey?" My mom called trough my bedroom door before coming in. I was sitting on my bed with a picture of me and him together on the railway bridge. It's our favorite spot, or it use to be.

"We have to leave in ten minutes, are you ready?" Am I ready to put my best friend six feet under? No, no I'm not ready. I'll never be ready.

"Yes mom, I'll be out in a few." She looked at me with guilt and pain before lightly closing the door.

I took a deep breath in before putting the picture back into the nightstand drawer. I slowly got up off of my bed and walked over to my door.

We were about to pull out of the driveway when I remembered something. I quickly got out of the car mumbling, "I forgot something."

I ran into the house running into the basement. I ran over to the place where I knew it was. Gently I pulled it out from it's hiding place before walking back up the stairs and out to the car.

Once we were at the church, I couldn't help but notice all of the people from school who where their. Why are they here, they didn't even care.

I walked up to the shiny black casket, it was closed. Knowing his mom, she probably wouldn't want it to be open with a bunch of strangers milling around. Especially sense they're here.

I spotted Mrs. Kenner across the church accepting hugs from a bunch of people. I waited until she was alone, and was heading to the pews. I lightly tapped her shoulder. She turned around, once she saw it was me she lit up.

"Autumn, honey. Do you want to sit upfront with me?"

"If I could? Anyways, I was wondering...." I started.

" Yeah?"

" Could I put this into his casket?" I asked, holding the wooden box up higher for her to see.

She smiled, but it wasn't throwing me. " Of course," she responded before walking further into the church.

I walked over to the casket, and slowly lifted up the lid. I heard it was bad, but I just never thought it was this bad.

His neck was all sorts of colors from purple to blue, to black. His face was paler then normal. My vision was becoming blurry, I hurried up and opened the bottom hate of the casket and put the box down by his feet. I don't know why, but something just clicked. It's like it finally sunk in that he was gone once I cought sight of his hands. They were so skinny, had bruises, and we're all cut up.

After I gave him a kiss on the cheek, I closed the casket before walking into the service as it was beginning.

The preacher had no right saying everything he said about Brendan. He didn't even know him except from what he was told.

While they were religious, they weren't that committed to going to church. In the past year, he's only gone for Easter and Christmas Eve. I guess you could count this too.

The pastor never even talked to him, let alone his mother before this happened.

"He was taken away from us too soon, but as the Roman's in 8:28 said, 'all things work out for good for those who love God.' God needed him more than we did, and I know that Brendan is now up their watching over everyone here, and helping his savior."

In all honesty, this was a bunch of bullshit. I personally didn't believe in God, because if he were real why did so many people die of cancer? Why were people rude? Selfish? The devil is only capable of so much, and if you ask me the reason the world is failing is because the human race is destroying it and are ignorant to everything that matters.

Once the ceremony was over, only family and friends were allowed to follow the hearse to the cemetery. Surprisingly, when we arrived they had the stone off to the side.

"Thank you all for joining us here today," Mrs. Kenner started standing next to the casket, holding a bouquet of different types of orchids. His favorite type of flower.

"While it's good to everyone, I never pictured it under these circumstances. B-brendan, my lovely baby boy, he was smart and strong. I have the same questions that you guys have. I don't know why he'd do this, but at least he's in a better place. I wish he was still here. I really want to see him smile, laugh, and play baseball. Looking back, I feel as if I should've known, I mean, I'm his mom. I birthed him. I watched him grow as a human, as a boy into a young man. I thought him how to read, play the piano.

He was the best son. But that's just being biased, because I am his mother. I'm supposed to gloat about how amazing he was. As his mother he was obviously a different person around me, all prim and proper in his own way." A few people chuckled at her attempt at a British accent.

After Seria talked about Brendan through her sobs, it was my turn to speak.

I slowly walked up to the casket with a red rose in hand. Looking out in the crowd of fifty or so people, mostly family. I took a deep breath in when I cought sight of  Scott, I tightly smiled at him before I began.

"He was the best-est friend anyone could have ever had. He always would make you better when you were feeling down. He cared about so many things, things that most people don't care or think much about.

Now, it's true he was different around me than he was around his mom. He was more goofy and carefree when it was just us. He, he was always there for everyone. No matter the cost to him. He was always giving, always." I could barely keep it together as I continued.

"He, he was so carefree, so amazing. He would get a sparkle in his eye when he would talk about something he loved. His smile made a room shine brighter, at least to me."

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry Bran. So, very sorry. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not in the slightest. I failed you, I failed everyone," I whisper to the casket. I set my flower onto the casket before stepping back, watching as he was slowly lowered into the ground.

~

I was laying on the trampoline in his back yard when I heard my name. Slowly I sat up, trying not to make a noise just in case they heard me. It sounded like they were on the side of the house.

"Autumn's so fake. I mean if she just lost her best friend, why wasn't she crying? How did she let him do this? I don't think she even cared about him."

"Sammy, you know how close they were. They were practically dating."

"Drew, she dragged him on. I wouldn't be surprised if part of the reason he did it was because of her. She's toxic."

I couldn't listen anymore. All the family gatherings that I went to, Sammy and Drew were the ones to hang out with me and Brendan. I never thought I would hear Sammy be cruel to anyone.

Is that what people think? That I am the reason? That I knew?

I got off of the trampoline and went into the house, looking at all his family members as I passed, and wondering who else thought this was my fault?

Scott stopped me as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I gave him a little smile.

"I know I'm not Carry, or him for that matter, but how are you holding up?" He asked, hands shoved in his pockets.

"Decently. How's Carry holding up?" I haven't heard from her in a month, sense she was on vacation and no phones were allowed, but I'm sure she found a way to get a hold of him. She probably sent him letters every week, where as I had to call her dad to tell him what had happened. He didn't even let me tell her, or let her come. He's a dick, but she'll hopefully be back Saturday.

"She hates that she couldn't be here. Especially sense you are doing this alone at the moment."

"Is that why your here? To make sure i'm okay for her?" While Scott's a nice guy, he can also be a complete asshole too. He's apart of the popular group at our school.

"No, well yes, but he was also a friend of Carry's. I even considered him my friend, but I know he didn't really like me because he didn't want his friend to hurt, but we were still friends. Not as close as you, or even Carry is, or was, to him. But I was still a friend of his. I'd be messed up not to say good-bye and support his family."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong. You're just grieving and trying to make out if I'm joking with you or not. Autumn, I wouldn't be a Dick about this, this is something that no one should be a dick about."

"Yeah, but that won't stop your friends from being assholes about it."

"You're right, but I can't really stop them when I'm not around."

"Yeah, I guess." With that I went up the stairs.

I stopped in-front of his room. Just blankly staring at the wooden door.

"Hey," Seira greeted with a small smile on her face.

"Hey, how are you holding up?"

"I'd say pretty good compared to my mom." I knew this wasn't easy on her. Losing her son. Her child. She has been put through so much it's unfair, but that's life.

"I wish there was something I could do to help."

"I know just having you around helps her. She wouldn't have finished the planning if it wasn't for you helping her. You take her mind off of the fact that he's gone. She was probably expecting him to walk through that front d-oor." Her voice cracked at the ending. I lead her to her room, and we sat on her bed.

"Mom aside, truly, how are you doing."

She broke down sobbing. "I just, I can't believe it. H-he, he-." I wrapped her into a hug, knowing she's been staying as strong as she can for her mom.

"He seemed fine. If, if I'd known I wouldn't have left. I know if you knew you'd have told me. It just, it doesn't feel real you know? At times I've tricked myself that he's at some camp, and that he will be back in a few weeks. That's not the case though. He's truly gone." She continued to cry.

We hung out in her room until it was dinner time. We were eating subs and pizza, people sitting and standing where they could. I sat in a corner on the floor, alone.

When I was almost done, Sammy came up to me. She seemed so tall as she stood above my sitting form.

"Hey," I tightly smiled at her.

"Don't hey me you fucking whore. All you ever did was play him," she spat. "You are so selfish. Didn't you ever think of his family before you put your issues before his?"

I was in shock. Sammy has never talked to anyone like this before that I know of.

"See, you don't even deny it. You're such a fake bitch. I don't see what he ever saw in you. All you do is complain about your petty problems and expect everyone else to fix them."

"What?" Is this really how people see me?

" Oh, don't play innocent. It's not fooling me. You should be the one who's dead not him. He's gone because of you," she started to raise her voice. "It's all your fault you fucking bitch. You have no right being here! Go back to you sad, horrible life. No one even wants you here. Just go—"

"Sammy! That's enough!" Her mother yelled.

Drew walked up to me after Sammy stormed off. I was trying so hard to keep the tears at bay, but one slipped out.

"Hey, don't take any of the personal. She doesn't mean it. She's just grieving."

I slowly got up onto my feet. "It wasn't just grief, the look she had in her eyes was more than just lashing out because she's grieving. It was ruthless. I want to believe she didn't mean it, but she actually looks like she wants to stab me." Which, in all reality she did. I thought we were friends, but then she stabs me in the back.

"Autu-"

"No Drew. I know when I'm not wanted." With that I walked out of the Kenner's house to home.

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