You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison
Epilogue
Peyton looked down at the tombstone with a pained feeling. It bothered her every day that she would never get to know her parents. Every year on her birthday her uncle Frank would take her here to say hello and let them know what she’s been up to in the past year. She was 17 today. Frank had told her that he and her mother had moved to Jersey when they were 17. That’s when her mother and Father met. She smiled thinking about them. The only thing she remembers about them was her mother’s sweet smell and the sound of her daddy’s voice as he sang her to sleep when she was about 2 or 3.
“Hi mom. Hi dad. It’s me. I’m 17 now. I’m gonna be graduating soon too. I can wait. I got accepted into an Art school in New York. Frankie said I remind him of you guys. He said you’d be proud of me. I hope you are. I wish you guys could be here to see me graduate and take me to my college dorm for the first time. I have a boy friend too. His name’s Andy. I’d like to think that you would approve. It hurts to know that if things ever got serious and we got married that you wouldn’t be there. I wish you could walk me down the aisle dad. I wish you could b there to help me pick out my dress mom. I know I’m speaking far into the future but you never know where you’re life might end up. I brought my senior picture for you guys.”
Peyton sighed and wiped her eyes.
As she bent to place it against the stone the wind picked up. The picture swirled through the air with the wind. Peyton chased it trying to catch it when it smacked into another head stone. She looked at it with curious eyes. The stone read:
‘Michael “Mikey” James Way. Beloved son of Don and Donna Way. Beloved Brother of Gerard Way.”
“Peyton hurry up we gotta go!” Frank called from the car breaking Peyton’s trance.
She quickly rushed back to her parent’s joint burial plot and placed the picture on the stone.
“I love you guys.” She said with a smile and ran to the car.
“Have a nice chat?” Frank smiled and started the car.
“Yeah it was nice. Do I have an Uncle?” She asked with a curious expression.
“Of course you do silly goose!! Me!” Frank said laughing at his own stupid little joke.
“That’s not what I meant.’ She laughed.
“Well what did you mean?”
“Who’s Mikey?”
“Hi mom. Hi dad. It’s me. I’m 17 now. I’m gonna be graduating soon too. I can wait. I got accepted into an Art school in New York. Frankie said I remind him of you guys. He said you’d be proud of me. I hope you are. I wish you guys could be here to see me graduate and take me to my college dorm for the first time. I have a boy friend too. His name’s Andy. I’d like to think that you would approve. It hurts to know that if things ever got serious and we got married that you wouldn’t be there. I wish you could walk me down the aisle dad. I wish you could b there to help me pick out my dress mom. I know I’m speaking far into the future but you never know where you’re life might end up. I brought my senior picture for you guys.”
Peyton sighed and wiped her eyes.
As she bent to place it against the stone the wind picked up. The picture swirled through the air with the wind. Peyton chased it trying to catch it when it smacked into another head stone. She looked at it with curious eyes. The stone read:
‘Michael “Mikey” James Way. Beloved son of Don and Donna Way. Beloved Brother of Gerard Way.”
“Peyton hurry up we gotta go!” Frank called from the car breaking Peyton’s trance.
She quickly rushed back to her parent’s joint burial plot and placed the picture on the stone.
“I love you guys.” She said with a smile and ran to the car.
“Have a nice chat?” Frank smiled and started the car.
“Yeah it was nice. Do I have an Uncle?” She asked with a curious expression.
“Of course you do silly goose!! Me!” Frank said laughing at his own stupid little joke.
“That’s not what I meant.’ She laughed.
“Well what did you mean?”
“Who’s Mikey?”
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5/30/14