We Stitch These Wounds
Chapter 19 - Final
In some ways my death was a good thing, it made a lot of good things happen.
My funeral was beautiful, Andy, Vic and Kellin arranged it all. Emily bought me a beautiful new dress, I never met her, but seeing her with Kellin, I like her, and I know Kellin is happy with her. They only did something small, I didn't have a lot of people in my life. My coffin was a beautiful black with red silk lining and my headstone read:
They say that love is forever,
Your forever is all that I need,
Please stay forever with me.
I love you forever, Princess
Kellin had picked the first bit and Andy had added the end.
After everyone had left afterwards I was just hanging around when someone I didn't expect to see came to my graveside. Austin. He confessed to posting the pictures to Andy after my death, so I wondered what he was doing here. The grave still hasn't been filled in, but he looked around and took out a single sunflower from his pocket and threw it into my grave.
"Okay Rose, I'm not sure if you can hear me, and if you can I don't expect you to listen... But I'm sorry, about everything... And I just want you to know even though I hurt you a lot as you got older, and believe me I regret that a lot... Well, my childhood wouldn't have been the same without you, and I won't ever forget you like some people will, and I swear as long as I live, I will never make another person feel the way you felt when you were alive." With that he walked away. But I forgave him. And today, ten years after my death, he is now the founder of the 'Scarlette Rose Foundation' which helps young women in abusive environments to escape and build a new and better life.
Kellin and Emily got married about 6 years after I died. It was beautiful to watch, Vic was his best man. The men all had scarlet roses pinned to their lapels and Emily carried one single scarlet rose in her bouquet. The wedding speeches were just finishing when Kellin stood up again, tapping his glass with one more thing left to add.
"As some of you may know, 6 years and 45 days ago, my best friend died for reasons which I'd rather not go into, and even though its been a while its still hard to have momentous occasions, like today, and to know she's not around anymore, to not be able to hear her laugh, or see her smile, it's always going to be hard and it's always going to make me sad. Saying that, it comforts me to believe that she is here with me, watching this, listening to this speech and watching as my life progresses, so if you would all like to raise your glasses in one final toast, not for me and my lovely bride though, but this time in honour of my best friend, to Scarlette Rose, I hope your proud of me Peanut." A tear rolled down his cheek. A tear rolled down mine. My best friend would not let me be forgotten.
Andy still visits me twice a month, and every year on my birthday, valentines day and the day I died with a bunch of scarlet roses to replace the dead ones. I never got to live out my dream of being a rockstar, but he is, and he is changing the world pretty quickly. He created a band after I died, called 'Black Veil Brides' and I may be biased, but they're pretty amazing. Andy grouped four guys out of the music class a few weeks after I'd died, trying to find something to distract himself and ended up becoming his career. Every night when he performs, I watch him standing next to him onstage as the crowds scream his name and the girls swoon at the smile that drove me insane... It still does. Every night on stage he paints one nail scarlet red in my honour, and dedicates one song to me. And every night before he goes to sleep he says the same thing into the empty room, knowing deep down I an listening, although last night he said something a bit different. He sat on the bed facing the wall took a deep breath in and closed his eyes.
"Okay, princess if your here I want to be looking in the right direction when I say this so if you could maybe come and sit or stand or float--" he chuckled to himself, he was right with his beliefs that ghosts didn't float and when he said the word 'float' it was just dripping with sarcasm.
"Jackass."
"--in front of me so I feel less stupid?" I did as he asked, not that he would know, and he looked straight at me and into my eyes.
"On the night you passed," he never used the word 'died' when referring to me, "You said I saved you, but you see it's been 10 years and I play you're last words over in my head like a broken record. But that night I never got the chance to tell you that you saved me too. I had been fighting so long with the emotions that my mom had left with me. Her broken heart which was reflected in her eyes had become the demons that followed me around, making me punish myself internally for the look in her eyes, and I always thought you two were the same, but you weren't, my mom couldn't be saved, because she didn't want to be. On the night you died your eyes were so at peace and hopeful for the amount of pain you were in, and that put me at peace." He smiled at me and even though he'd never know, I smiled back, as together, we had stitched each others wounds.
My funeral was beautiful, Andy, Vic and Kellin arranged it all. Emily bought me a beautiful new dress, I never met her, but seeing her with Kellin, I like her, and I know Kellin is happy with her. They only did something small, I didn't have a lot of people in my life. My coffin was a beautiful black with red silk lining and my headstone read:
They say that love is forever,
Your forever is all that I need,
Please stay forever with me.
I love you forever, Princess
Kellin had picked the first bit and Andy had added the end.
After everyone had left afterwards I was just hanging around when someone I didn't expect to see came to my graveside. Austin. He confessed to posting the pictures to Andy after my death, so I wondered what he was doing here. The grave still hasn't been filled in, but he looked around and took out a single sunflower from his pocket and threw it into my grave.
"Okay Rose, I'm not sure if you can hear me, and if you can I don't expect you to listen... But I'm sorry, about everything... And I just want you to know even though I hurt you a lot as you got older, and believe me I regret that a lot... Well, my childhood wouldn't have been the same without you, and I won't ever forget you like some people will, and I swear as long as I live, I will never make another person feel the way you felt when you were alive." With that he walked away. But I forgave him. And today, ten years after my death, he is now the founder of the 'Scarlette Rose Foundation' which helps young women in abusive environments to escape and build a new and better life.
Kellin and Emily got married about 6 years after I died. It was beautiful to watch, Vic was his best man. The men all had scarlet roses pinned to their lapels and Emily carried one single scarlet rose in her bouquet. The wedding speeches were just finishing when Kellin stood up again, tapping his glass with one more thing left to add.
"As some of you may know, 6 years and 45 days ago, my best friend died for reasons which I'd rather not go into, and even though its been a while its still hard to have momentous occasions, like today, and to know she's not around anymore, to not be able to hear her laugh, or see her smile, it's always going to be hard and it's always going to make me sad. Saying that, it comforts me to believe that she is here with me, watching this, listening to this speech and watching as my life progresses, so if you would all like to raise your glasses in one final toast, not for me and my lovely bride though, but this time in honour of my best friend, to Scarlette Rose, I hope your proud of me Peanut." A tear rolled down his cheek. A tear rolled down mine. My best friend would not let me be forgotten.
Andy still visits me twice a month, and every year on my birthday, valentines day and the day I died with a bunch of scarlet roses to replace the dead ones. I never got to live out my dream of being a rockstar, but he is, and he is changing the world pretty quickly. He created a band after I died, called 'Black Veil Brides' and I may be biased, but they're pretty amazing. Andy grouped four guys out of the music class a few weeks after I'd died, trying to find something to distract himself and ended up becoming his career. Every night when he performs, I watch him standing next to him onstage as the crowds scream his name and the girls swoon at the smile that drove me insane... It still does. Every night on stage he paints one nail scarlet red in my honour, and dedicates one song to me. And every night before he goes to sleep he says the same thing into the empty room, knowing deep down I an listening, although last night he said something a bit different. He sat on the bed facing the wall took a deep breath in and closed his eyes.
"Okay, princess if your here I want to be looking in the right direction when I say this so if you could maybe come and sit or stand or float--" he chuckled to himself, he was right with his beliefs that ghosts didn't float and when he said the word 'float' it was just dripping with sarcasm.
"Jackass."
"--in front of me so I feel less stupid?" I did as he asked, not that he would know, and he looked straight at me and into my eyes.
"On the night you passed," he never used the word 'died' when referring to me, "You said I saved you, but you see it's been 10 years and I play you're last words over in my head like a broken record. But that night I never got the chance to tell you that you saved me too. I had been fighting so long with the emotions that my mom had left with me. Her broken heart which was reflected in her eyes had become the demons that followed me around, making me punish myself internally for the look in her eyes, and I always thought you two were the same, but you weren't, my mom couldn't be saved, because she didn't want to be. On the night you died your eyes were so at peace and hopeful for the amount of pain you were in, and that put me at peace." He smiled at me and even though he'd never know, I smiled back, as together, we had stitched each others wounds.
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11/29/15