FYI, Dylan is the red or flippy Goth and Evan (the person who's POV this is) is the tall or curly haired Goth.
I wrote this in honor of the Day of Silence. Go to dayofsilence . com to learn more.
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"… Well, whatever it is, I'm still always here for ya and if you wanna talk about it, my heart always listen's to my friends voices."
SILENCE
He was always the loud one in the group, interrupting people and speaking over them. Looking back now, I can see where he might have only been that way so that people couldn't scorn him. He'd tell them that they were conformist assholes, that they didn't know what real pain was, that they had no grasp of the sad reality that was their life.
Yeah, looking back, I can tell that he was protecting himself, his heart. He had such a frail soul that when Stan left our group, all those years ago, he cried. I don't think he noticed me watching him, but I was.
I wanted to be his stronghold… Something to protect him from the harshness of the world and to support him, especially at his weakest.
Some protector I turned out to be.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look up from where I'm kneeling. Henrietta nods down to me, a single tear trailing down her pale cheek.
I turn back to the headstone in front of me. It's taking all my will power not to make noise… not to scream or cry or pick that stupid conformist headstone out of its place and break it over my knee. Dylan deserved much better than this.
I know his parents couldn't afford any better than this, but it kills me inside.
He left us the week before the 'Day of Silence'. It was a day that meant absolutely nothing to me before.
If I would have known he was still getting teased and ridiculed at school… if I would have known he pulled at his hair as he cried himself to sleep every night… if I would have known he was hurting so bad…
Today, I'm not going to say a word. I'm not going to make a sound. I'm going to take a deep breath when the sobs threaten to rise. And I'm never going to forget Dylan. My first and only love.
Shhhh, everyone. This is a very serious matter.
By the way, I cried a little LITTLE bit when I wrote this. Slightly inspired by 'Hurt' by Christina Agulara.
