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Help Me Feel Again
Chapter 3
Chuckie and Tommy were walking down the street. They were coming upon Chuckie's house for his big announcement. Chuckie was nervous. He was terrible at publicly speaking but now he had to tell his parents and his younger sister that he was gay and his best friend is now his boyfriend. Chuckie then realized he was standing on his front porch.
"Ready?" Tommy asked him giving Chuckie's hand a squeeze.
"No, but I have to. They need to know." He said and opened the door. They let go of each other's hands and headed for the kitchen. It was like they had all been assembled. The rest of the Finster family was sitting at the table. They looked up, looking pleasant.
"Hello Chuckie." Said Kira.
"Hello." Said Chas.
"Hi everybody." Chuckie said to them. "Look everyone I have something to tell you." That was the easy part but now he had no choice but to finish. "Mom, dad, Kimi I have something important to tell you about myself." They sat attentively staring at the two. Chuckie throat was dry and felt like his stomach was doing jumps to shame on Olympic gymnast. "Well um you should know that.I.I'm gay." Chuckie said. No one said anything. They stared unblinkingly. "Tommy is.my boyfriend." He finished though not feeling much better because still no one was saying anything.
Then Kira Finster stood up and walked to her son and gave him a hug. "How wonderful." She said pulling back and looking him in the face. She had a wide smile. Chuckie looked to his father.
"We were wondering when you finally admit it too us." He said.
"What?" Chuckie asked shocked.
"I came across a piece of paper in your trash can when I was collecting trash. It explained a lot." Kira explained to him.
"We were waiting for you to tell us. We felt that it better that you tell us than us ask." Chas told him. Chuckie suddenly wondered if they knew other secrets about him. Not that he had many but who knew what they knew?
Chuckie then noticed that Kimi was gone. "Where did Kimi go?" He asked but no one seemed to know. Then Kira looked at her watch and turned to Chas.
"Chuckie you will have to look for your sister by yourself. Your mother and I are late for something we will be back in an hour or so. See you kids later." He said and his wife and he grabbed coats and headed out the door. Chuckie headed for his sister's room after his parents left. He knocked yet no one answered. He opened the door anyways. Kimi was lying on her stomach on her bed. She was sobbing.
"Kimi what's wrong?" He said walking over to her.
She turned to him with redden eyes and a look of hatred on her face. "Wrong? Nothing is wrong Chuckie. Nothing at all except that I have had a crush on Tommy since I don't know when and you go and steal him from me." She yelled at him.
Chuckie gaped at her. "Kimi I didn't steal anything. He wasn't yours to begin with."
"What I mean is that I'll never have a chance with him now. All because of you. Get out of here. Leave me alone." Chuckie gladly left not wanting to argue with his sister. Not just because he didn't like fighting with her but because she had made him so angry. It wasn't his fault she had never made a move for him and he hardly stopped her or knew about her crush. She had no right to be angry with him.
He walked down the stairs to find Tommy standing and waiting for him. His eyes were asking if he had found her. "She's upstairs in her room."
"Something wrong?" He asked me. It must have been on my face or something.
"Kimi thinks I stole you from her." To this he laughed.
"I've been gay for a long time. She never had a chance." He said to me.
"Tell her that." I told him.
The duo spent most of the day in that park watching the ducks, strolling on the paths hand in hand, watching the kids play in the sandbox. When it was getting dark they took a taxi back to Tommy's home. They had already planned a sleep over. They had gone to Tommy's room where they listened to music talking with a kiss sometimes making its way into the middle of what they were saying.
"Tommy, Angelica is here." His mother called. Tommy and Chuckie sat up.
Angelica opened the door without as much as a small wrap on the door. Angelica had grown her hair out so it was down to her waist. She wore a lot of purple still thinking that it was still her color. She wore short denim short and a purple tank-top. (gimmie a break I have no fashion sense I wear black all the time.) She was full on with her makeup and wore purple bow earrings. "What's he doing here?" Angelica said looking at Chuckie like he was enemy number one.
"Not like it's any of your business but he's my guest and my boyfriend." Tommy said. Angelica suddenly looked like she had swallowed something foul.
"My ears must be messed up I could have sworn you just said boyfriend." She said calming her face and dismissing it.
"I did." Said Tommy rolling his eyes.
"WHAT?" Angelica eyes bulged. Tommy had known this was going to be a problem. Although Drew and Charlotte did not think of homosexuality as wrong Angelica had. She had completely severed any connections with Dill. She had stopped claiming him saying that she had no idea who he was in public. When Dill was still alive Tommy had found him crying over it once. He had tried to comfort him but to no avail. Although Dill and Angelica had never been best friends or anything it had hurt him to know that she would pass him as nobody just because he loved Miracles. Although Angelica had shown clear signs of depression after her cousin died she still did not say that she was wrong about what she thought of him and his preference. "You heard me. I didn't stutter." Said Tommy. "You and him?" She yelled. "I thought you had learned from your little brothers mistakes."
"He didn't make a mistake and neither am I." Tommy yelled back.
"No, you're not you're just being an idiot."
"Not half as idiotic as you. What the hell are you doing here anyways? I told you I never wanted to see you again."
"Mom and dad sent me here to apologize. Believe me, I certainly didn't want to."
"Get the hell out of my house Angelica. Get the hell out of here." Tommy screamed.
"Fine by me little cousin." She swirled around, down the stairs, and slammed the door behind her.
Tommy slammed the door. He turned around and leaned against it and slide to the floor. He pulled his legs to his chest, wrapping his arms around them, and burying his face in his knees. Chuckie stood up and then heard a heart-breaking sob. 'Poor Tommy.' Chuckie thought to himself. He sat down and wrapped his arms around the dark-haired boy. "It's okay Tommy. She's gone now."
"No it's not Chuckie." Said a muffled sobbed voice. "It's never going to be alright. She's my cousin." Tommy then took Chuckie by neck and cried into him. Chuckie just pulled him closer. Tommy and Chuckie sat there for a long time until Tommy finally finished. Not caring what time it was they went to the bed where they went to sleep still fully clothed.
Didi Pickles watched her niece leave from the kitchen doorway then went back to the sink when the door slammed shut. She had known something like that was going to happen. Angelica had caused herself a lot of trouble by finding Dill to immoral. Most of the family still loved her but found it hard not to look at her and think homophobic. Didi and Angelica had had some cross words one day over the subject of Dill. She knew that her son was upstairs probably fuming over her acts. Angelica had caused so much pain and hurt to Dill. Now she was going to do it all over again to her other cousin.
She continued washing the dishes staring into the murky bubbly water. Her husband had hardly left the basement. At dinner he had stared at Tommy and Chuckie from across the table. They had both been talking happily and Stu had just stared. Luckily the boys hadn't noticed. If they had they hadn't said anything. When Stu had finished his dinner he had left quickly and quietly retreating again to his basement.
But along with all the thoughts swimming in her head she also had the great happiness filling her. She had seen her son more today than she had in the past year. He had gotten some sun today too. Tommy had spent most of his past year locked in his room. He had even given a small peck on the cheek after lunch just before he had left to Chuckie's. When returning they had told her what the Finster's had said about their son's declaration of his preference. She had been overjoyed to see him give a laugh.
She sighed and finished the last dish and let out the drain. She headed upstairs and to the bathtub where she ran a hot bath and relaxed.
Tommy was walking along a corridor. He was dressed in a rather stuffy black suit. He had his mind set on the door at the end of the hall. A big black door that he was scared to go through but knew he had too. He got to the door and turned the knob. He then found himself inside a room. He looked behind himself and found the door was gone he turned back.
On both sides of him were pews with lots of people all wearing black that he couldn't see the faces of. In front of him was a coffin. A long black closed coffin. He approached the ominous object. He knew who was in the coffin but couldn't quite recollect who it was. Who is in there? Tommy approached the thing. It opened of its own accord.
There laying inside the plush thing was a young boy with orange hair and freckles. It was Dill. His eyes closed and he was dead. Tommy was sure of that but why was the Dill crying. Tears streamed from his eyes. Then Dill's eyes opened. "Help me Tommy. Please help me." Tommy jumped backwards. Suddenly he was outside in a graveyard.
A faceless priest was saying some things with faceless people standing around. The coffin was at the bottom of a hole and was being covered with dirt by faceless men. People were crying and sobbing all around him. He then looked to his right and saw a boy sitting on his legs, crouched over, his face inches from the ground. He was crying uncontrollably his hands digging into the dirt. Long blonde hair screening his face from view but Tommy knew who it was. He had dressed in all white. He approached the boy and kneeled beside him placing a hand on his back. Miracles looked up and said simply, "He's dead."
Tommy eyes shot open. He was sweating. The memory had flashed through his dreams. He had been having the same dream since his little brother died. It was what happened at his brother funeral. Sort of. Take out the creepy hallway, faceless people, and his brother waking up and begging him and that's what had happened. Miracles had come to the funeral alone, his parents being uncaring. He had fallen to his knees and then kneeled over and taking great chunks of the dirt into his fists.
Miracles had uttered those two words and then run from the gravesite. Tommy would have gone after him but his mother stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking her head, 'no'. Somehow this day had etched it's way into his brain so horribly that he dreamt it should his mind wander. It had been a cause in his decrease of sleep.
He looked over and saw Chuckie sleeping peacefully. He had smiled and then curled up closer to the boy and feel asleep again.
Well there you go. I hope you liked it. I thought it was pretty good. Well I'm tired now and I'm going to go to sleep. I hope to at least have one review when I wake up. Hint hint. I'll try to be quicker with the next chapter but I have no idea what that will have in it. Well hope you like reading it as much as I did writing it. Goodnight. Love ya,
Screamarie.
Help Me Feel Again
Chapter 3
Chuckie and Tommy were walking down the street. They were coming upon Chuckie's house for his big announcement. Chuckie was nervous. He was terrible at publicly speaking but now he had to tell his parents and his younger sister that he was gay and his best friend is now his boyfriend. Chuckie then realized he was standing on his front porch.
"Ready?" Tommy asked him giving Chuckie's hand a squeeze.
"No, but I have to. They need to know." He said and opened the door. They let go of each other's hands and headed for the kitchen. It was like they had all been assembled. The rest of the Finster family was sitting at the table. They looked up, looking pleasant.
"Hello Chuckie." Said Kira.
"Hello." Said Chas.
"Hi everybody." Chuckie said to them. "Look everyone I have something to tell you." That was the easy part but now he had no choice but to finish. "Mom, dad, Kimi I have something important to tell you about myself." They sat attentively staring at the two. Chuckie throat was dry and felt like his stomach was doing jumps to shame on Olympic gymnast. "Well um you should know that.I.I'm gay." Chuckie said. No one said anything. They stared unblinkingly. "Tommy is.my boyfriend." He finished though not feeling much better because still no one was saying anything.
Then Kira Finster stood up and walked to her son and gave him a hug. "How wonderful." She said pulling back and looking him in the face. She had a wide smile. Chuckie looked to his father.
"We were wondering when you finally admit it too us." He said.
"What?" Chuckie asked shocked.
"I came across a piece of paper in your trash can when I was collecting trash. It explained a lot." Kira explained to him.
"We were waiting for you to tell us. We felt that it better that you tell us than us ask." Chas told him. Chuckie suddenly wondered if they knew other secrets about him. Not that he had many but who knew what they knew?
Chuckie then noticed that Kimi was gone. "Where did Kimi go?" He asked but no one seemed to know. Then Kira looked at her watch and turned to Chas.
"Chuckie you will have to look for your sister by yourself. Your mother and I are late for something we will be back in an hour or so. See you kids later." He said and his wife and he grabbed coats and headed out the door. Chuckie headed for his sister's room after his parents left. He knocked yet no one answered. He opened the door anyways. Kimi was lying on her stomach on her bed. She was sobbing.
"Kimi what's wrong?" He said walking over to her.
She turned to him with redden eyes and a look of hatred on her face. "Wrong? Nothing is wrong Chuckie. Nothing at all except that I have had a crush on Tommy since I don't know when and you go and steal him from me." She yelled at him.
Chuckie gaped at her. "Kimi I didn't steal anything. He wasn't yours to begin with."
"What I mean is that I'll never have a chance with him now. All because of you. Get out of here. Leave me alone." Chuckie gladly left not wanting to argue with his sister. Not just because he didn't like fighting with her but because she had made him so angry. It wasn't his fault she had never made a move for him and he hardly stopped her or knew about her crush. She had no right to be angry with him.
He walked down the stairs to find Tommy standing and waiting for him. His eyes were asking if he had found her. "She's upstairs in her room."
"Something wrong?" He asked me. It must have been on my face or something.
"Kimi thinks I stole you from her." To this he laughed.
"I've been gay for a long time. She never had a chance." He said to me.
"Tell her that." I told him.
The duo spent most of the day in that park watching the ducks, strolling on the paths hand in hand, watching the kids play in the sandbox. When it was getting dark they took a taxi back to Tommy's home. They had already planned a sleep over. They had gone to Tommy's room where they listened to music talking with a kiss sometimes making its way into the middle of what they were saying.
"Tommy, Angelica is here." His mother called. Tommy and Chuckie sat up.
Angelica opened the door without as much as a small wrap on the door. Angelica had grown her hair out so it was down to her waist. She wore a lot of purple still thinking that it was still her color. She wore short denim short and a purple tank-top. (gimmie a break I have no fashion sense I wear black all the time.) She was full on with her makeup and wore purple bow earrings. "What's he doing here?" Angelica said looking at Chuckie like he was enemy number one.
"Not like it's any of your business but he's my guest and my boyfriend." Tommy said. Angelica suddenly looked like she had swallowed something foul.
"My ears must be messed up I could have sworn you just said boyfriend." She said calming her face and dismissing it.
"I did." Said Tommy rolling his eyes.
"WHAT?" Angelica eyes bulged. Tommy had known this was going to be a problem. Although Drew and Charlotte did not think of homosexuality as wrong Angelica had. She had completely severed any connections with Dill. She had stopped claiming him saying that she had no idea who he was in public. When Dill was still alive Tommy had found him crying over it once. He had tried to comfort him but to no avail. Although Dill and Angelica had never been best friends or anything it had hurt him to know that she would pass him as nobody just because he loved Miracles. Although Angelica had shown clear signs of depression after her cousin died she still did not say that she was wrong about what she thought of him and his preference. "You heard me. I didn't stutter." Said Tommy. "You and him?" She yelled. "I thought you had learned from your little brothers mistakes."
"He didn't make a mistake and neither am I." Tommy yelled back.
"No, you're not you're just being an idiot."
"Not half as idiotic as you. What the hell are you doing here anyways? I told you I never wanted to see you again."
"Mom and dad sent me here to apologize. Believe me, I certainly didn't want to."
"Get the hell out of my house Angelica. Get the hell out of here." Tommy screamed.
"Fine by me little cousin." She swirled around, down the stairs, and slammed the door behind her.
Tommy slammed the door. He turned around and leaned against it and slide to the floor. He pulled his legs to his chest, wrapping his arms around them, and burying his face in his knees. Chuckie stood up and then heard a heart-breaking sob. 'Poor Tommy.' Chuckie thought to himself. He sat down and wrapped his arms around the dark-haired boy. "It's okay Tommy. She's gone now."
"No it's not Chuckie." Said a muffled sobbed voice. "It's never going to be alright. She's my cousin." Tommy then took Chuckie by neck and cried into him. Chuckie just pulled him closer. Tommy and Chuckie sat there for a long time until Tommy finally finished. Not caring what time it was they went to the bed where they went to sleep still fully clothed.
Didi Pickles watched her niece leave from the kitchen doorway then went back to the sink when the door slammed shut. She had known something like that was going to happen. Angelica had caused herself a lot of trouble by finding Dill to immoral. Most of the family still loved her but found it hard not to look at her and think homophobic. Didi and Angelica had had some cross words one day over the subject of Dill. She knew that her son was upstairs probably fuming over her acts. Angelica had caused so much pain and hurt to Dill. Now she was going to do it all over again to her other cousin.
She continued washing the dishes staring into the murky bubbly water. Her husband had hardly left the basement. At dinner he had stared at Tommy and Chuckie from across the table. They had both been talking happily and Stu had just stared. Luckily the boys hadn't noticed. If they had they hadn't said anything. When Stu had finished his dinner he had left quickly and quietly retreating again to his basement.
But along with all the thoughts swimming in her head she also had the great happiness filling her. She had seen her son more today than she had in the past year. He had gotten some sun today too. Tommy had spent most of his past year locked in his room. He had even given a small peck on the cheek after lunch just before he had left to Chuckie's. When returning they had told her what the Finster's had said about their son's declaration of his preference. She had been overjoyed to see him give a laugh.
She sighed and finished the last dish and let out the drain. She headed upstairs and to the bathtub where she ran a hot bath and relaxed.
Tommy was walking along a corridor. He was dressed in a rather stuffy black suit. He had his mind set on the door at the end of the hall. A big black door that he was scared to go through but knew he had too. He got to the door and turned the knob. He then found himself inside a room. He looked behind himself and found the door was gone he turned back.
On both sides of him were pews with lots of people all wearing black that he couldn't see the faces of. In front of him was a coffin. A long black closed coffin. He approached the ominous object. He knew who was in the coffin but couldn't quite recollect who it was. Who is in there? Tommy approached the thing. It opened of its own accord.
There laying inside the plush thing was a young boy with orange hair and freckles. It was Dill. His eyes closed and he was dead. Tommy was sure of that but why was the Dill crying. Tears streamed from his eyes. Then Dill's eyes opened. "Help me Tommy. Please help me." Tommy jumped backwards. Suddenly he was outside in a graveyard.
A faceless priest was saying some things with faceless people standing around. The coffin was at the bottom of a hole and was being covered with dirt by faceless men. People were crying and sobbing all around him. He then looked to his right and saw a boy sitting on his legs, crouched over, his face inches from the ground. He was crying uncontrollably his hands digging into the dirt. Long blonde hair screening his face from view but Tommy knew who it was. He had dressed in all white. He approached the boy and kneeled beside him placing a hand on his back. Miracles looked up and said simply, "He's dead."
Tommy eyes shot open. He was sweating. The memory had flashed through his dreams. He had been having the same dream since his little brother died. It was what happened at his brother funeral. Sort of. Take out the creepy hallway, faceless people, and his brother waking up and begging him and that's what had happened. Miracles had come to the funeral alone, his parents being uncaring. He had fallen to his knees and then kneeled over and taking great chunks of the dirt into his fists.
Miracles had uttered those two words and then run from the gravesite. Tommy would have gone after him but his mother stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking her head, 'no'. Somehow this day had etched it's way into his brain so horribly that he dreamt it should his mind wander. It had been a cause in his decrease of sleep.
He looked over and saw Chuckie sleeping peacefully. He had smiled and then curled up closer to the boy and feel asleep again.
Well there you go. I hope you liked it. I thought it was pretty good. Well I'm tired now and I'm going to go to sleep. I hope to at least have one review when I wake up. Hint hint. I'll try to be quicker with the next chapter but I have no idea what that will have in it. Well hope you like reading it as much as I did writing it. Goodnight. Love ya,
Screamarie.
