Title: Wake Me Up When September Ends
Warning: Character death
Spoilers: It's around the middle of season four, so anything from there and before
Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville. I do not own the Green Day song Wake Me Up When September Ends. I'm just borrowing them.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this
Prologue
Death. It takes just a split second. No more. No less. But, the impact of that split second, can sometimes last a lifetime. Some people think it's painless. Some aren't scared. Others live in constant fear. But, there is still another, who didn't fear death. One who didn't even know if death is possible. He lived his life, without thinking of it. Why should he have? It's not like he has had any reason to before. The ones closest to him, they didn't fear death for him. They didn't think it was possible. But, maybe, just maybe if they did think of it, the worst possible thing may not have happened. If they had thought of it, maybe they wouldn't be in so much pain.
The day was bright. Sunny. A cloudless sky. A day that children would be running around outside, playing baseball, tag, and just enjoying the sun. But, there was hardly anyone enjoying the sun that day. Most wished for a gigantic cloud to just cover the sky. To darken the sun that was mocking them. Most wished for a heavy rain, so others wouldn't notice their tears. One girl wished for both. She wished for a huge storm to just come and blow all this away. To take her away from the one thing she knew she couldn't face. To ease her suffering. To make her forget the past week. If there was any way possible for her to just turn back time, or to change history, she would in a heartbeat. If she could just change that one hour. If she could just have done something, anything. But, the fact was that she couldn't. She couldn't, and because of it half the town was mourning. Half the town was at his funeral. Half the town was grieving over someone who should never have died. No one even thought he could die, until the moment he did.
No one knew how he died. No one save two people. One, the murderer. The other, the witness. If that witness had just overcome her fear, she would have saved him. If that witness had moved fast enough, he would be with her.
But, Chloe Sullivan was not fast enough. She was not fast enough as her fear had overcome her. She later vowed that she would never be overwhelmed by her fears again. But, if only she had made that vow before. Because, if she had…
If she had, half the town wouldn't be at Clark Kent's funeral.
