The Friendship Bench, chapter 1
"Today we all gather to mourn the loss of Anthea-Louse Montacute and Jaykob-Alexander Simmons. They were two very prominent figures in this world, and it's quite a shock to still be here after their demise. May we pray that blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah..." The priest blabbed on and on, but his voice soon trailed off into useless words of gibberish.
I sighed quietly as I rubbed by allergy-red eyes, and my pale, pimple-covered cheeks which had been stained by my warm, stinging tears.
And the music that was playing in the background all throughout the service didn't help either. With such mournful songs as Youth Group's 'Forever Young', Green Day's 'Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)', Oasis' 'Wonderwall', The Beatles' 'Eleanor Rigby', and Nickelback's 'Photograph', it was hard to contain yourself from bursting into a hysterical flow of tears.
I was woken up by the slightest of movement at the front of the altar by a few of Anthea and Jaykob's good friends. As they carried the coffins down the isle, a new song began to play. This time, it was more loud, confident and depressing than ever. It was The Beatles' 'Let It Be', being played on a single acoustic guitar, accompanied by a single, deep, strong voice.
The person playing that was none other than Will.
I'll explain to you who Will is later.
Before I knew it, too soon, in fact, packs of people were getting up to leave. Some to go straight home, others to attend the burial.
Unfortunately, I decided to attend the burial.
On the way out of the church, I ran into Will.
"Hey," He said in his usual soft, calm voice.
"'ey. Nice performance out there," I complimented back.
A small, confined smile wiped across his face. "Thanks."
I looked up at his face, "Why did they have to leave, Will?"
"I...don't know," Will shrugged. His voice was still in that calm, collected tone, but you only had to take one look at his eyes to sense how he was feeling- torn up, beaten and shattered inside.
We reached our limousine, and Will opened the door for me, so I climbed in. He followed shortly afterwards.
I heard the limo's engine start, and we began to move off.
Will and I were totally different people...quite the opposite of each other, in fact.
Will had light blonde hair, aqua-blue eyes and a light tan. No pimples in sight. He was as thin as a twig and incredibly short.
I had dark brown, curly hair with bright red streaks and black eyes. You could spot out my pimples from a mile away. I was a slightly chubby girl, and was an average height for my age.
Will was relatively nice, and his voice showed no signs of emotion whatsoever. He loved to bottle up everything inside of him, and it drives me up the wall. He got straight A's in everything at school.
I was a complete badass. A complete stranger could read me like a book. No one could bring me down, no matter how hard they tried. I too, got straight A's...in everything except for P.E.
Luckily, Will isn't the type I'd really wanna have as a boyfriend, which kept us out of trouble for the moment.
My type of guy was one with dark hair, dark eyes, a light soul, intelligence, a capability of saying what he felt without fear of victimization and wasn't at all blinded by vanity, and knows what 'vanity' is.
It was about a 15 minute drive to the cemetery that Anthea and Jaykob were going to be buried in.
Will helped me out of the limo and we made our way across the graveyard.
Once again, that annoying priest was there, reading out some boring bible verses. There was one that I recall learning from grade 6. It was called 'The Lost Son'. I remember my class had it for reconciliation, and 5 people played different parts of the verse. I was the younger son, who wasted all his money on gambling and 'prostitutes' Yeah, I laughed too when I realised that such a word was in The Bible.
It was now time to lower the coffins into the grave.
Oh, great.
Once again, music drowned out the sound of anything else. I was curious of what I would hear if that music was not playing.
But I appreciated it anyways.
It was 'Helena' by My Chemical Romance.
One of my favourite songs.
And one of Anthea's and Jaykob's.
'What's the worst that I could say?
Things are better if I stay.
So long and goodnight.
So long and goodnight.
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay.
So long and goodnight.
So long and goodnight.'
The lyrics so long and goodnight echoed through my already-aching head.
It hurt to breathe.
It hurt to think.
It hurt to live, right now.
___
I sighed quietly as I rubbed by allergy-red eyes, and my pale, pimple-covered cheeks which had been stained by my warm, stinging tears.
And the music that was playing in the background all throughout the service didn't help either. With such mournful songs as Youth Group's 'Forever Young', Green Day's 'Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)', Oasis' 'Wonderwall', The Beatles' 'Eleanor Rigby', and Nickelback's 'Photograph', it was hard to contain yourself from bursting into a hysterical flow of tears.
I was woken up by the slightest of movement at the front of the altar by a few of Anthea and Jaykob's good friends. As they carried the coffins down the isle, a new song began to play. This time, it was more loud, confident and depressing than ever. It was The Beatles' 'Let It Be', being played on a single acoustic guitar, accompanied by a single, deep, strong voice.
The person playing that was none other than Will.
I'll explain to you who Will is later.
Before I knew it, too soon, in fact, packs of people were getting up to leave. Some to go straight home, others to attend the burial.
Unfortunately, I decided to attend the burial.
On the way out of the church, I ran into Will.
"Hey," He said in his usual soft, calm voice.
"'ey. Nice performance out there," I complimented back.
A small, confined smile wiped across his face. "Thanks."
I looked up at his face, "Why did they have to leave, Will?"
"I...don't know," Will shrugged. His voice was still in that calm, collected tone, but you only had to take one look at his eyes to sense how he was feeling- torn up, beaten and shattered inside.
We reached our limousine, and Will opened the door for me, so I climbed in. He followed shortly afterwards.
I heard the limo's engine start, and we began to move off.
Will and I were totally different people...quite the opposite of each other, in fact.
Will had light blonde hair, aqua-blue eyes and a light tan. No pimples in sight. He was as thin as a twig and incredibly short.
I had dark brown, curly hair with bright red streaks and black eyes. You could spot out my pimples from a mile away. I was a slightly chubby girl, and was an average height for my age.
Will was relatively nice, and his voice showed no signs of emotion whatsoever. He loved to bottle up everything inside of him, and it drives me up the wall. He got straight A's in everything at school.
I was a complete badass. A complete stranger could read me like a book. No one could bring me down, no matter how hard they tried. I too, got straight A's...in everything except for P.E.
Luckily, Will isn't the type I'd really wanna have as a boyfriend, which kept us out of trouble for the moment.
My type of guy was one with dark hair, dark eyes, a light soul, intelligence, a capability of saying what he felt without fear of victimization and wasn't at all blinded by vanity, and knows what 'vanity' is.
It was about a 15 minute drive to the cemetery that Anthea and Jaykob were going to be buried in.
Will helped me out of the limo and we made our way across the graveyard.
Once again, that annoying priest was there, reading out some boring bible verses. There was one that I recall learning from grade 6. It was called 'The Lost Son'. I remember my class had it for reconciliation, and 5 people played different parts of the verse. I was the younger son, who wasted all his money on gambling and 'prostitutes' Yeah, I laughed too when I realised that such a word was in The Bible.
It was now time to lower the coffins into the grave.
Oh, great.
Once again, music drowned out the sound of anything else. I was curious of what I would hear if that music was not playing.
But I appreciated it anyways.
It was 'Helena' by My Chemical Romance.
One of my favourite songs.
And one of Anthea's and Jaykob's.
'What's the worst that I could say?
Things are better if I stay.
So long and goodnight.
So long and goodnight.
And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay.
So long and goodnight.
So long and goodnight.'
The lyrics so long and goodnight echoed through my already-aching head.
It hurt to breathe.
It hurt to think.
It hurt to live, right now.
___
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