Title: Losing Grip

Chapter III: Her Funeral

Author: JuSt AnOtHeR DeMoNiC EgO (J*A*D*E)

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the McMahon's … Jade owns nothing. The song is Avril's.

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Matt tried to ignore them, but the feeling was too intense. He could feel their eyes. Everyone was scowling at him; judging him. They thought *he* had killed her.

He stood in the back row of the funeral parlor, not wanting to go near the casket. It was closed, for her corpse was too gruesome for showing.

Jeff was up there, too. He was reminiscing about the times they all had. Tears slipped from those bright green eyes that were glaring at Matt. Matt looked down at the floor. He couldn't bear to look at Jeff... he wouldn't. Because now, Matt knew, that deep down inside, he was hated by Jeff, also. He couldn't believe that his own younger brother hated him.

Matt tried to avoid Jeff's eyes. He looked over at Torrie.

Poor Torrie. She knew why Amy killed herself. She was there in the corner, sobbing her eyes out. She felt horrible about it - after all, it was partly her fault. If only they knew...

If only they knew about the dirty little secrets held within... the things she and Matt did in the dark. Well, now the light was on and it was Matt who was in the spotlight.

Matt walked outside. All the attention was too much for him to handle. He shielded his eyes from the sun. Such a beautiful day for such a sad event.

Matt loosened his tie a little. It felt as if all the stares caused it to tighten around his throat. Matt walked a little further and into the cemetery. He peered into the dark, 6-foot-hole that his precious Amy would be calling home for the rest of eternity.

"You don't know how much will power it's taking me not to push your fagot ass into that hole."

Matt swirled around, coming face-to-face with Adam.

Matt didn't say anything. He just stood there, waiting for Adam to continue.

"Why'd you do it? Why'd you kill her? Man, when I heard that gunshot, I coulda sworn... I thought... and then you... she was all bloody... and the back of her head and... the gun. The gun was in your hands! And you were on your knees and..." Adam was delirious. He wiped away the tears that were streaming down his face. "Why, Matt? Why'd you do it?"

Matt thought back to what had happened just days ago. His mouth suddenly felt dry and he could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat.

"I… I didn't." Matt uttered.

Adam raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't do it, Adam. I swear I –"

"Go to hell. That's exactly where you belong, 'cause I don't believe one fucking word that's coming out of that damn mouth of yours." Adam shook his head and wiped away a few more tears. "She was damn good to you, Hardy. Maybe too damn good. You didn't deserve her! You didn't –"

"They're gonna bury her now." A soft voice said. It belonged to Jeff.

"I can't… I can't watch." Adam said, running a hand through his long blonde locks.

Jeff shook his head. "I can't either… but we have to. She would've wanted us to. God, I just can't believe she's gone."

Adam shrugged, wiped his eyes again, and walked away.

Matt sighed, watching as more people came out into the cemetery.

"Matt… why did you do it?" Jeff asked.

"I didn't."

Jeff stared at Matt. He closed his eyes for a second, deciding whether or not to believe his older brother. He opened them, and, without saying another word, walked off.

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