Donovan's Mix Part Four: Aftermath
**Disclaimer- although this was the hardest part for me to write, it helped that I got to finally bring Donovan's Guardian Angel person into this, and I think that you'll like who it is. Anyway, no one is mine, no one belongs to me, and I don't think that they ever will, sadly. But some of the situations come straight from my imagination, and I hope you like. OK, Here you go. Enjoy! Oh, and on a side note, while I was writing this I had best inspiration~ I was listening to Donovan's Mix and the Paranuae song on my KaZaa program! :)
The smoke was still seeping into his body, and he knew that he had to get out of the room. Struggling to get up, Donovan felt himself moving across the floor, and he knew that he was making progress. His thoughts went back to his mother, and all of his family and friends. Hearing a voice, Donovan looked up, and saw Shay standing in the doorway, trying to speak was going to be worthless, so he just looked into the other boy's eyes, wordlessly pleading for help.
Not moving, Shay just stood there. Then, turning away, he said, "Sorry, man. I can't help you now. No one can. I'm sorry" NO! Donovan's mind screamed. You have to help me. My family needs me! Come on, please come back. His mind clicked for one last time. "Louis." He hope that Louis had been called, and he knew what was happening to his favorite drummer boy. Louis might be able to get there with the bus in time to save him. That was his only hope of surviving.
Deciding to wait, he thought about what he would say to Louis when he pulled him from the room. "Hey, thanks dude. I was getting worried in there." Louis would smile at him, and ask if he was badly hurt. "Nah. The ceiling pieces just fell, they didn't even burn me that bad. See? I'm fine...just inhaled a little bit of smoke." He would smile, and turn to show Louis his back.
Even as he had these thoughts, he knew that this wasn't going to happen. He was hurting, and he knew it. He only wished that he had been able to tell Louis what he had done to influence Donovan's life. Reaching out, he found a black marker laying on the floor. Using all of his remaining strength, he wrote the words as best as he could on the floor in front of him. LOU- I WNTD 2 GRADUTE. BCZ U HLPD ME. I TRID. I DID. DONOVAN. Surprisingly, he wrote this all quickly, and when he was done, he was proud of himself.
Feeling a little bit of pain on his back, Donovan turned to look, and saw that almost his whole back was covered in burns. "That's not good." He told himself childishly. Thinking again, his thoughts turned to the bastard that called himself Donovan's father, which, thought Donovan with a smirk, he hadn't done in a long time anyway. Things were beginning to get a little hazy, and he judged that he had been in the fire for about 15 minutes. Again he thought of his father, and he opened his lips once more.
"You bastard. You had better make good on your promise and go back to Mom. I'm not going to be there anymore, and you said that if I wasn't there, you would be. I'll be watching you." Closing his eyes, faces flashed inside of his closed lids. The first one was his father, then his Mom, then Shay. Shay, who had turned his back on him, his best friend. "I forgive you." Then, finally, Louis' face came up, and he heard his voice.
"Just don't forget where it came from. See you in class tomorrow, Donovan." He knew that he wouldn't live to see Louis again in this life, but he hoped that he knew what he had done for the boy. Highly doubting that any help was coming, Donovan resigned himself to the little voice in the back of his head telling him to give up, completely ignoring the other voice telling him that help was coming.
Donovan took his last breath at 12:58 PM, thirty seconds before the firemen came into the room with the fire extinguishers and oxygen tanks that would have put the fire out and saved his life.
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A few minutes later, Donovan realized that he was standing, his back didn't hurt, and he wasn't on fire. Jumping up and down a few times, as if to test himself, he was absolutely certain that he was dead. Looking around him, all he could see were a bunch of cloud-like things. He thought that it was next to impossible for him to be in Heaven, and looking around him, he spotted a figure in a silver robe standing a by what he assumed was a door.
Making his way over to the figure, he tried to talk. "Who are you, and where am I?" The figure turned, and Donovan got his first look at him. It was a boy, and he looked about fourteen. He had very dark eyes, but he was almost as pale as the robe that he was wearing. Shockingly, when Donovan looked at him, he was speechless as he realized that the boy looked almost exactly like him.
Trying to find words, Donovan stared as the boy began to talk. "Welcome Donovan. I have been waiting. You put up more of a fight then I did, and more then anyone ever thought that you would. Congratulations. My name, because you are wondering, is Micah. I am your guardian angel. I know that you're probably mad because you were taken from your family and friends, but it was for the best. Any questions?"
Finding his voice Donovan nodded, and began rapidly firing questions at the boy, who had taken off his robe, and was wearing all black. He had black hair, and was very short. "Am I dead." Micah nods. "Is this Heaven?" The boy shakes his head. "Where am I then?"
"You, Donovan, are waiting. You get to make a decision."
"Well, what do I have to decide?" Looking quickly around he asks again. "Well, what?" Micah shakes his head, and looks at him.
"You were doing something when you died. Well, you tried to do something. Can you tell me what it was that you were trying to do?" Thinking carefully, Donovan tells him that he was trying to rescue a teacher, which he did, and then trying to rescue a musical instrument that was very precious to the owner, who was another teacher." Yes, That's exactly what you were doing. And because of that, you get to go back to see a certain something, or someone. What is it that you want to do? Donovan thought quickly.
"I would like to go back for two things. One, my funeral, and two, my graduation." Donovan looked down, and for the first time realized that he could see what was going on down on earth, and right now Louis was kneeling over his body, with tears in his eyes. "Hey, Micah, can you make it so that he knows I was thinking about him, and that I am grateful for what he did?" Nodding, Micah raised his hand then pointed down at where Louis was standing.
A uniformed man that Donovan assumed was a cop walked over to Louis, and he stood up. Walking over into the room, Louis went to where Donovan had written his message. Glancing at it, he asked to be left alone. After the man left, he broke down into tears. Sitting where he was for a few minutes, crying to himself, Donovan wished that he could talk to Louis, tell him that he wasn't hurt. "Go ahead, Donovan. Do it. He might hear you." Nodding Donovan began to talk.
At first, Louis looked surprised, and then he began to talk back. They had a good conversation, I guess you could say, and when it was over, both of them were crying, and even Micah had tears in his eyes. Louis seems satisfied, and on his way out of the room, he asked the police for a picture of the message. Donovan looked at Micah. "Can I see my Mom?" Micah told him that he would have to wait.
The day of his funeral, there were no classes, and Louis was one of the speakers. After he had made his speech, he requested that he be able to bury something with Donavan. Nodding her approval, his Mom watched as Louis and the entire class, minus 'Lando, and of course Donovan walked foreword.
Louis placed the pieces of the broken instrument in the casket on Donovan's sides, and Eddie placed the white uniform on his legs by his knees. Finally, Shay stepped forward, and with tears in his eyes placed the drums that Donovan had loved so much onto his hands. Quickly, almost so that no one could her him, he leaned down and whispered 'sorry' into Donovan's ear. They all backed away, and Donovan's body was closed into the casket forever, where no one could hurt him anymore.
**Disclaimer- although this was the hardest part for me to write, it helped that I got to finally bring Donovan's Guardian Angel person into this, and I think that you'll like who it is. Anyway, no one is mine, no one belongs to me, and I don't think that they ever will, sadly. But some of the situations come straight from my imagination, and I hope you like. OK, Here you go. Enjoy! Oh, and on a side note, while I was writing this I had best inspiration~ I was listening to Donovan's Mix and the Paranuae song on my KaZaa program! :)
The smoke was still seeping into his body, and he knew that he had to get out of the room. Struggling to get up, Donovan felt himself moving across the floor, and he knew that he was making progress. His thoughts went back to his mother, and all of his family and friends. Hearing a voice, Donovan looked up, and saw Shay standing in the doorway, trying to speak was going to be worthless, so he just looked into the other boy's eyes, wordlessly pleading for help.
Not moving, Shay just stood there. Then, turning away, he said, "Sorry, man. I can't help you now. No one can. I'm sorry" NO! Donovan's mind screamed. You have to help me. My family needs me! Come on, please come back. His mind clicked for one last time. "Louis." He hope that Louis had been called, and he knew what was happening to his favorite drummer boy. Louis might be able to get there with the bus in time to save him. That was his only hope of surviving.
Deciding to wait, he thought about what he would say to Louis when he pulled him from the room. "Hey, thanks dude. I was getting worried in there." Louis would smile at him, and ask if he was badly hurt. "Nah. The ceiling pieces just fell, they didn't even burn me that bad. See? I'm fine...just inhaled a little bit of smoke." He would smile, and turn to show Louis his back.
Even as he had these thoughts, he knew that this wasn't going to happen. He was hurting, and he knew it. He only wished that he had been able to tell Louis what he had done to influence Donovan's life. Reaching out, he found a black marker laying on the floor. Using all of his remaining strength, he wrote the words as best as he could on the floor in front of him. LOU- I WNTD 2 GRADUTE. BCZ U HLPD ME. I TRID. I DID. DONOVAN. Surprisingly, he wrote this all quickly, and when he was done, he was proud of himself.
Feeling a little bit of pain on his back, Donovan turned to look, and saw that almost his whole back was covered in burns. "That's not good." He told himself childishly. Thinking again, his thoughts turned to the bastard that called himself Donovan's father, which, thought Donovan with a smirk, he hadn't done in a long time anyway. Things were beginning to get a little hazy, and he judged that he had been in the fire for about 15 minutes. Again he thought of his father, and he opened his lips once more.
"You bastard. You had better make good on your promise and go back to Mom. I'm not going to be there anymore, and you said that if I wasn't there, you would be. I'll be watching you." Closing his eyes, faces flashed inside of his closed lids. The first one was his father, then his Mom, then Shay. Shay, who had turned his back on him, his best friend. "I forgive you." Then, finally, Louis' face came up, and he heard his voice.
"Just don't forget where it came from. See you in class tomorrow, Donovan." He knew that he wouldn't live to see Louis again in this life, but he hoped that he knew what he had done for the boy. Highly doubting that any help was coming, Donovan resigned himself to the little voice in the back of his head telling him to give up, completely ignoring the other voice telling him that help was coming.
Donovan took his last breath at 12:58 PM, thirty seconds before the firemen came into the room with the fire extinguishers and oxygen tanks that would have put the fire out and saved his life.
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A few minutes later, Donovan realized that he was standing, his back didn't hurt, and he wasn't on fire. Jumping up and down a few times, as if to test himself, he was absolutely certain that he was dead. Looking around him, all he could see were a bunch of cloud-like things. He thought that it was next to impossible for him to be in Heaven, and looking around him, he spotted a figure in a silver robe standing a by what he assumed was a door.
Making his way over to the figure, he tried to talk. "Who are you, and where am I?" The figure turned, and Donovan got his first look at him. It was a boy, and he looked about fourteen. He had very dark eyes, but he was almost as pale as the robe that he was wearing. Shockingly, when Donovan looked at him, he was speechless as he realized that the boy looked almost exactly like him.
Trying to find words, Donovan stared as the boy began to talk. "Welcome Donovan. I have been waiting. You put up more of a fight then I did, and more then anyone ever thought that you would. Congratulations. My name, because you are wondering, is Micah. I am your guardian angel. I know that you're probably mad because you were taken from your family and friends, but it was for the best. Any questions?"
Finding his voice Donovan nodded, and began rapidly firing questions at the boy, who had taken off his robe, and was wearing all black. He had black hair, and was very short. "Am I dead." Micah nods. "Is this Heaven?" The boy shakes his head. "Where am I then?"
"You, Donovan, are waiting. You get to make a decision."
"Well, what do I have to decide?" Looking quickly around he asks again. "Well, what?" Micah shakes his head, and looks at him.
"You were doing something when you died. Well, you tried to do something. Can you tell me what it was that you were trying to do?" Thinking carefully, Donovan tells him that he was trying to rescue a teacher, which he did, and then trying to rescue a musical instrument that was very precious to the owner, who was another teacher." Yes, That's exactly what you were doing. And because of that, you get to go back to see a certain something, or someone. What is it that you want to do? Donovan thought quickly.
"I would like to go back for two things. One, my funeral, and two, my graduation." Donovan looked down, and for the first time realized that he could see what was going on down on earth, and right now Louis was kneeling over his body, with tears in his eyes. "Hey, Micah, can you make it so that he knows I was thinking about him, and that I am grateful for what he did?" Nodding, Micah raised his hand then pointed down at where Louis was standing.
A uniformed man that Donovan assumed was a cop walked over to Louis, and he stood up. Walking over into the room, Louis went to where Donovan had written his message. Glancing at it, he asked to be left alone. After the man left, he broke down into tears. Sitting where he was for a few minutes, crying to himself, Donovan wished that he could talk to Louis, tell him that he wasn't hurt. "Go ahead, Donovan. Do it. He might hear you." Nodding Donovan began to talk.
At first, Louis looked surprised, and then he began to talk back. They had a good conversation, I guess you could say, and when it was over, both of them were crying, and even Micah had tears in his eyes. Louis seems satisfied, and on his way out of the room, he asked the police for a picture of the message. Donovan looked at Micah. "Can I see my Mom?" Micah told him that he would have to wait.
The day of his funeral, there were no classes, and Louis was one of the speakers. After he had made his speech, he requested that he be able to bury something with Donavan. Nodding her approval, his Mom watched as Louis and the entire class, minus 'Lando, and of course Donovan walked foreword.
Louis placed the pieces of the broken instrument in the casket on Donovan's sides, and Eddie placed the white uniform on his legs by his knees. Finally, Shay stepped forward, and with tears in his eyes placed the drums that Donovan had loved so much onto his hands. Quickly, almost so that no one could her him, he leaned down and whispered 'sorry' into Donovan's ear. They all backed away, and Donovan's body was closed into the casket forever, where no one could hurt him anymore.