A.N.~ Surprise! It didn't take me so long after all. In fact I typed this
up in less than 12 hours. In just over 10 hours to be exact. I just stayed
up working on this from 2 AM to noon and I didn't expect to finish the
chapter. Now I am about to collapse and sleep all day. I have been
listening to Metallica for over 15 hours now. Its getting to my head x.x I
can only hope that the next chapter will come as fast. By the way, I still
don't own anyone but Shane, who turns out to be me oddly enough. I don't
own Metallica either u.u Metallica belongs to James Hetfield and Lars
Ulrich etc. Harvest Moon 64 is owned by Natume still. At least it says so
in the game : ) They apparently later went to school and learned to spell
their name. But here is chapter 2.
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Chapter 2- Goodbye
It was around an hour later when the man finally arrived, and Dad walked through the door behind him. Dad was wearing a navy-blue suit with a black tie, but that was pretty typical for him. The tears in my eyes had ceased for the time being but they were far from dry. I still was sitting in the floor; I hadn't moved at all since I sat down earlier, and I had been thinking about all I had missed out on while I was stuck in the city. I wish Grandpa would've gotten better instead, he certainly had many things to tell me. Wisdom that he would take to his grave now. His weak voice still sounded out his last words in my ear. The image of his strained face was burned into my mind as he had been fighting just for another breath. It was the first time I had ever seen someone die and I really hoped it would be the last time as well.
Dad and the man both looked over at Grandpa and then turned their looks to me. I shook my head slowly to confirm what they already knew and they lowered their heads in respect. I felt the tears start to fill my eyes again but this time they didn't come out. Dad, clearly sad although he tried not to show it, walked to Grandpa's bed and knelt bed-side, looking at the pale, lifeless face of the frail old man. What he said next confused me though.
"Don't worry Father, it is safe for now. Rest easy with Mother," he said softly, yet clearly audible across the room where I still sat. It is safe? What is? Safe from what? Dad rose to his feet again and turned towards the other man and motioned to him with his fingers to come over to him. The man approached him and they lifted Grandpa from his bed. Grandpa was wearing overalls with the shoulder straps unbuckled and he had an old white shirt with yellowish-green stains and slightly reddish-brown stains on it. The shirt must have been an old work shirt but the overalls must have been newer, maybe given to him after he retired from his work on the farm. I couldn't see any stains on them anywhere. They carried him out of the house and rising from the floor, standing for the first time since Grandpa passed on, I followed them, closing the creaky door as I left the house. My dad was holding Grandpa's shoulders and the large man was holding his feet; the man certainly could heft Grandpa over his shoulder and carry him alone, but he just carried Grandpa's legs and guided Dad, who was walking backwards to where they were taking Grandpa.
They carried him to the house where the old man had let the dog inside when I had passed through here earlier. The man sat Grandpa's feet on the ground and walked around Dad and knocked at the door. As I expected, the old man opened the door and they carried Grandpa inside. The door closed behind them; I guess Dad didn't notice me following them. I didn't think I should invite myself in and I didn't know the old man, so I just waited outside. After a few minutes passed I decided they weren't coming out any time soon. I was becoming quite bored and then I remembered my belongings I had left in Dad's car. Not wanting to forget them and have Dad leave with them, I thought it best to go ahead and get them. On the plus side, I would be able to listen to my Metallica CD's. I retraced my path back through the dark to the big man's house under the assumption that Dad had parked his car there as well. The moon, shining bright, cast a faint light on the ground and made the trip easier. I still would have liked to have had a flashlight though.
Dad's car was parked in the man's yard, right beside the truck to be exact. Luckily the doors were not locked as I didn't have a key to unlock them. As I opened the passenger side door, the inside light in the car came to life. I collected my bag containing my walkman, CD's, and a couple days worth of clothing and closed the car door and looked up at the sky. As I stood there, my mind wandered back to Grandpa. What did he want me to do? Was I supposed to tell Dad something for him? Did he have some unfinished business for me to attend to? The tears, having filled my eyes again, spilled down my cheeks as one of many scattered clouds began to cover the moon slowly. The faint light diminished around me and I realized how cold it was with a shiver. I didn't want to get too cold out here so I decided to return to see if Dad had went back to the farm yet. Leaving the yard I saw someone walking toward me. It must have been that large man coming home.
"Hey," I called to him as he approached.
"Your Dad is waiting for you at Eddie's farm," he called back to me.
"What is your name?" I asked realizing I didn't know even his name.
"Roger, yours?" he answered, scratching his head as he asked me my name too, while I walked by him.
"Shane," I replied, shivering slightly."I'll talk to you later, its cold out here and I better find Dad before he gets lost out here."
He laughed at that as if it were funnier than it was. It didn't really seem that funny to me, but my mind was still occupied with Grandpa. I couldn't take my mind off of him. Grandpa, what am I supposed to do? I decided to put my thoughts aside and go to the farm before Dad decided to leave to find me instead. I walked back to the farm the same way as I had when I first arrived. Boringly, it had not changed but it would have worried me if it had. I heard a door close ahead of me as I neared the large house shielded by the ivy barrier. A somewhat short figure quickly moved into my sight and hurried off in the direction I was headed, probably to the house Dad and Roger took Grandpa to. The person wore a hat whomever it was. The moon was still covered by clouds I saw, looking up. The clouds didn't seem to be so scattered anymore; they were starting to cover the sky now, sweeping across like a blanket, effectively drowning out most of the light. God I needed a flashlight now. I continued forward, knowing that I wouldn't get lost so long as I didn't stray from my path. I heard a door open and close nearby, signaling that the, I guess it was a man, had reached his destination.
That's when I realized how quiet it was out here. The silence was disturbing; my footsteps were the only sounds to be heard. In the movies you would always hear crickets chirping, interrupted occasionally by the hoot of an owl. There were no crickets singing here though, no owl hoots ringing out from this darkness, not even the low croak of a frog could be heard. Only the sound of my shoes hitting the dirt was heard. It was rather creepy to say the least. I needed my noise, so I did the most sensible thing I could think of; I grabbed my walkman and opened it. I fumbled around in the bag for a CD and pulled out a case that I hoped had a CD in it. I remembered listening to my Ride the Lightning CD on the way here and that was the CD that was in the walkman at the time. I looked closely at the case but, to my dismay, I could not see what it was on it. I shrugged and removed the CD inside, which also I couldn't see well enough to tell what was on it. I replaced Ride the Lightning with this other CD and put Ride the Lightning in its place in t he empty case. Upon closing the top over the CD and pressing play, Enter Sandman started playing. I chuckled to myself, knowing why I couldn't see the case. It was solid black.
Satisfied with my newfound 'noise', I continued to advance toward the farm where Dad was certainly impatiently waiting for me, likely just waiting for me to give him the key to the motel room so he could leave. I was beginning to wonder what time it was and, at the push of a button, a bright green light glowed on my watch and disappeared as I released it. Nine-seventeen... Dad must've been ready to leave by now. It gave me the sudden urge to sit down and listen to the Black Album for a little while and let him suffer. He would be so pissed off though. I guess it wouldn't be a good idea though to do that today of all days. I resumed my nice, slow- paced walk to the farm, despite the cold that was creeping through my clothes and triggering that small shiver. I saw him standing in the gate with his arms crossed when I neared the farm so I hit the pause button and slipped the headphones down to my neck where they rested on my shoulders.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes on the bag in my hand.
"I'm staying here for a little while," I answered squeezing through the gate."I talked to you the other day about staying a couple of days, remember?"
"Yes," he said, "but that was before he...," he stopped on that word, I knew he didn't want to cry, especially in front of anyone, but at that moment it appeared he may do just that. After he regained his composure he nodded. "Okay, but I have a meeting tomorrow so I have to leave now."
"Here is the key to the room," I said, pulling the key from my pocket. I fought myself, trying to hold back a grin. I reached out and handed him the key which he placed in his jacket pocket.
"Something wrong?" he asked, noticing my inner struggle.
"No...," I laughed, unable to hold it back, still bearing no intent of telling him about the room.
"I'm leaving," he said, disgruntled my my laughter."I'll be back tomorrow. Bye, Shane."
"Bye, Dad," I responded. I put the headphones back on and unpaused the music as he walked away. I felt sorry for him. I knew all to well how bad that room was, and didn't think for a minute he was going to sleep there, even if he tried. The sky was nearly black from the clouds and it was becoming hard to see; I needed to get inside now, it sure wasn't getting any brighter. I didn't really pay any attention to the inside of Grandpa's house when I was in there earlier. It was rather ugly and empty. He had a bed, complete with sheets pillow and a blanket, a very old model of a television set, a table, and a nightstand with a book on it. That was it. There was a calender on the wall as well, but it was last year's. I was quite tired from all the riding around I had done earlier and because I had got up early, so there wasn't anything I wanted to do but sleep. As I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, my mind still clung to thoughts of him.
He was gone.
Grandpa was gone.
Goodbye Grandpa.
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A.N~ Not too much dialogue there, huh. It started to seem like this day would never end didn't it? I hope I'm not putting anyone to sleep. If anyone wants to know why I have Metallica CD's in there, its because I am absolutely nuts about Metallica. I have 11 Metallica CD's and 162 Metallica MP3's. I am completely crazy when it comes to Metallica. o.o Anyway, I'm very sure there will be more dialogue in chapter 3 and I stopped calling the buyer "that big man" finally. I got tired of seeing large man and big man or the man heh. There still haven't been any girls in this fic yet x.x They'll be here soon though. In chapter 3 hopefully they will show up.
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Chapter 2- Goodbye
It was around an hour later when the man finally arrived, and Dad walked through the door behind him. Dad was wearing a navy-blue suit with a black tie, but that was pretty typical for him. The tears in my eyes had ceased for the time being but they were far from dry. I still was sitting in the floor; I hadn't moved at all since I sat down earlier, and I had been thinking about all I had missed out on while I was stuck in the city. I wish Grandpa would've gotten better instead, he certainly had many things to tell me. Wisdom that he would take to his grave now. His weak voice still sounded out his last words in my ear. The image of his strained face was burned into my mind as he had been fighting just for another breath. It was the first time I had ever seen someone die and I really hoped it would be the last time as well.
Dad and the man both looked over at Grandpa and then turned their looks to me. I shook my head slowly to confirm what they already knew and they lowered their heads in respect. I felt the tears start to fill my eyes again but this time they didn't come out. Dad, clearly sad although he tried not to show it, walked to Grandpa's bed and knelt bed-side, looking at the pale, lifeless face of the frail old man. What he said next confused me though.
"Don't worry Father, it is safe for now. Rest easy with Mother," he said softly, yet clearly audible across the room where I still sat. It is safe? What is? Safe from what? Dad rose to his feet again and turned towards the other man and motioned to him with his fingers to come over to him. The man approached him and they lifted Grandpa from his bed. Grandpa was wearing overalls with the shoulder straps unbuckled and he had an old white shirt with yellowish-green stains and slightly reddish-brown stains on it. The shirt must have been an old work shirt but the overalls must have been newer, maybe given to him after he retired from his work on the farm. I couldn't see any stains on them anywhere. They carried him out of the house and rising from the floor, standing for the first time since Grandpa passed on, I followed them, closing the creaky door as I left the house. My dad was holding Grandpa's shoulders and the large man was holding his feet; the man certainly could heft Grandpa over his shoulder and carry him alone, but he just carried Grandpa's legs and guided Dad, who was walking backwards to where they were taking Grandpa.
They carried him to the house where the old man had let the dog inside when I had passed through here earlier. The man sat Grandpa's feet on the ground and walked around Dad and knocked at the door. As I expected, the old man opened the door and they carried Grandpa inside. The door closed behind them; I guess Dad didn't notice me following them. I didn't think I should invite myself in and I didn't know the old man, so I just waited outside. After a few minutes passed I decided they weren't coming out any time soon. I was becoming quite bored and then I remembered my belongings I had left in Dad's car. Not wanting to forget them and have Dad leave with them, I thought it best to go ahead and get them. On the plus side, I would be able to listen to my Metallica CD's. I retraced my path back through the dark to the big man's house under the assumption that Dad had parked his car there as well. The moon, shining bright, cast a faint light on the ground and made the trip easier. I still would have liked to have had a flashlight though.
Dad's car was parked in the man's yard, right beside the truck to be exact. Luckily the doors were not locked as I didn't have a key to unlock them. As I opened the passenger side door, the inside light in the car came to life. I collected my bag containing my walkman, CD's, and a couple days worth of clothing and closed the car door and looked up at the sky. As I stood there, my mind wandered back to Grandpa. What did he want me to do? Was I supposed to tell Dad something for him? Did he have some unfinished business for me to attend to? The tears, having filled my eyes again, spilled down my cheeks as one of many scattered clouds began to cover the moon slowly. The faint light diminished around me and I realized how cold it was with a shiver. I didn't want to get too cold out here so I decided to return to see if Dad had went back to the farm yet. Leaving the yard I saw someone walking toward me. It must have been that large man coming home.
"Hey," I called to him as he approached.
"Your Dad is waiting for you at Eddie's farm," he called back to me.
"What is your name?" I asked realizing I didn't know even his name.
"Roger, yours?" he answered, scratching his head as he asked me my name too, while I walked by him.
"Shane," I replied, shivering slightly."I'll talk to you later, its cold out here and I better find Dad before he gets lost out here."
He laughed at that as if it were funnier than it was. It didn't really seem that funny to me, but my mind was still occupied with Grandpa. I couldn't take my mind off of him. Grandpa, what am I supposed to do? I decided to put my thoughts aside and go to the farm before Dad decided to leave to find me instead. I walked back to the farm the same way as I had when I first arrived. Boringly, it had not changed but it would have worried me if it had. I heard a door close ahead of me as I neared the large house shielded by the ivy barrier. A somewhat short figure quickly moved into my sight and hurried off in the direction I was headed, probably to the house Dad and Roger took Grandpa to. The person wore a hat whomever it was. The moon was still covered by clouds I saw, looking up. The clouds didn't seem to be so scattered anymore; they were starting to cover the sky now, sweeping across like a blanket, effectively drowning out most of the light. God I needed a flashlight now. I continued forward, knowing that I wouldn't get lost so long as I didn't stray from my path. I heard a door open and close nearby, signaling that the, I guess it was a man, had reached his destination.
That's when I realized how quiet it was out here. The silence was disturbing; my footsteps were the only sounds to be heard. In the movies you would always hear crickets chirping, interrupted occasionally by the hoot of an owl. There were no crickets singing here though, no owl hoots ringing out from this darkness, not even the low croak of a frog could be heard. Only the sound of my shoes hitting the dirt was heard. It was rather creepy to say the least. I needed my noise, so I did the most sensible thing I could think of; I grabbed my walkman and opened it. I fumbled around in the bag for a CD and pulled out a case that I hoped had a CD in it. I remembered listening to my Ride the Lightning CD on the way here and that was the CD that was in the walkman at the time. I looked closely at the case but, to my dismay, I could not see what it was on it. I shrugged and removed the CD inside, which also I couldn't see well enough to tell what was on it. I replaced Ride the Lightning with this other CD and put Ride the Lightning in its place in t he empty case. Upon closing the top over the CD and pressing play, Enter Sandman started playing. I chuckled to myself, knowing why I couldn't see the case. It was solid black.
Satisfied with my newfound 'noise', I continued to advance toward the farm where Dad was certainly impatiently waiting for me, likely just waiting for me to give him the key to the motel room so he could leave. I was beginning to wonder what time it was and, at the push of a button, a bright green light glowed on my watch and disappeared as I released it. Nine-seventeen... Dad must've been ready to leave by now. It gave me the sudden urge to sit down and listen to the Black Album for a little while and let him suffer. He would be so pissed off though. I guess it wouldn't be a good idea though to do that today of all days. I resumed my nice, slow- paced walk to the farm, despite the cold that was creeping through my clothes and triggering that small shiver. I saw him standing in the gate with his arms crossed when I neared the farm so I hit the pause button and slipped the headphones down to my neck where they rested on my shoulders.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes on the bag in my hand.
"I'm staying here for a little while," I answered squeezing through the gate."I talked to you the other day about staying a couple of days, remember?"
"Yes," he said, "but that was before he...," he stopped on that word, I knew he didn't want to cry, especially in front of anyone, but at that moment it appeared he may do just that. After he regained his composure he nodded. "Okay, but I have a meeting tomorrow so I have to leave now."
"Here is the key to the room," I said, pulling the key from my pocket. I fought myself, trying to hold back a grin. I reached out and handed him the key which he placed in his jacket pocket.
"Something wrong?" he asked, noticing my inner struggle.
"No...," I laughed, unable to hold it back, still bearing no intent of telling him about the room.
"I'm leaving," he said, disgruntled my my laughter."I'll be back tomorrow. Bye, Shane."
"Bye, Dad," I responded. I put the headphones back on and unpaused the music as he walked away. I felt sorry for him. I knew all to well how bad that room was, and didn't think for a minute he was going to sleep there, even if he tried. The sky was nearly black from the clouds and it was becoming hard to see; I needed to get inside now, it sure wasn't getting any brighter. I didn't really pay any attention to the inside of Grandpa's house when I was in there earlier. It was rather ugly and empty. He had a bed, complete with sheets pillow and a blanket, a very old model of a television set, a table, and a nightstand with a book on it. That was it. There was a calender on the wall as well, but it was last year's. I was quite tired from all the riding around I had done earlier and because I had got up early, so there wasn't anything I wanted to do but sleep. As I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, my mind still clung to thoughts of him.
He was gone.
Grandpa was gone.
Goodbye Grandpa.
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A.N~ Not too much dialogue there, huh. It started to seem like this day would never end didn't it? I hope I'm not putting anyone to sleep. If anyone wants to know why I have Metallica CD's in there, its because I am absolutely nuts about Metallica. I have 11 Metallica CD's and 162 Metallica MP3's. I am completely crazy when it comes to Metallica. o.o Anyway, I'm very sure there will be more dialogue in chapter 3 and I stopped calling the buyer "that big man" finally. I got tired of seeing large man and big man or the man heh. There still haven't been any girls in this fic yet x.x They'll be here soon though. In chapter 3 hopefully they will show up.