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All The Wounds That Are Ever Gonna Scar Me

My Funeral Jag (Part II)

Autumn's POV

I stood up as tall as I could without looking like an idiot and looked Bert's father in the eyes.

"You've got a lot of nerve to show up here." I hissed through clenched teeth. He smirked back, a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite read.

"I just came to say goodbye to him. I'm gonna miss... Playing with him." He smirked some more. Oh, hell no...

"You... You r-raped him?" I stammered nervously.

"What can I say? A man's gotta have fun, right?" He smiled.

My angered suddenly reached a new level. I looked to the beautiful creature in the casket. How could anyone hurt him like that?

"You fucking douchebag! That was my best and only friend! He saved my life so many times, he was so fucking perfect and you treated him like a broken toy!!! Now look, he's dead! I'll never see him again. I'll never hold his hand again. I never told him I loved him. Ya know that? Now I have to-" My speech was cut short by Andy's hand over my mouth.

"Sorry, she's having a bad day." He muttered, pulling me back to my seat. Dammit.

"What the fuck, Andy?" I hissed as he let me go to sit down in the pew.

"Seriously? Autumn, you just cussed him out. In a church." He explained exasperatedly, sighing.

"Sorry." I whispered, a tear falling down my face. I felt a warm, soft finger lift it away. I looked up to find Mikey's warm, caring eyes gazing into mine.

"You wanna go outside and get some air?" He offered softly.

"No, I'm ok." I'm not ok. I'm not oh-fucking-kay.

The funeral process dragged by slowly as I picked at a thread on my black dress. After what felt like a lifetime, the priest asked if anyone would like to speak. I got up, making my way to the podium next to the alter. I cleared my throat. I hate public speaking...

"I wasn't originally planning on speaking." I began, taking a deep breath.

"But I think Bert deserves this. I think he would want me to say something. Four years ago, I was depressed, and so was he. I met him at school, when he was the new kid. We first talked to each other when we were stuffed into the same locker by bullies. He had his hoodie stolen, so his arms were visible. It was dark in there, but I could just barely see the scars all over arms. I told him that I cut too, and I pulled up the leg of my jeans to prove it. After that day, we were inseparable."

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