Donna's Chapter.
Eric is gone. That has pretty much been my mantra these last few days, along with 'why?'. Confusion is another feeling that has occupied my mind. I leaned back against the soft pillows of my bed, turning my head to the left.
I looked at a picture of us standing next to the Vista Cruiser, that was on my nightstand. It was sunny out and we were leaning up against the hood. We looked quite happy, Eric looked happy. The picture was taken only a month ago, but a month seems like it was an eternity ago. I eyed the picture again.
"I loved you, Eric." I said, almost silently to myself. I could feel the hot tears well up in my eyes again and I knew they would eventually spill. "Why didn't you talk to me?"
I sighed and rolled over. His funeral was today. I didn't want to go but I knew deep down that if I didn't, I might regret it for the rest of my life. It's just that I don't think I could bear seeing Eric in that state, so cold...so lifeless. I already saw too much when he was being wheeled out from his house. I know that's something I won't be able to erase from my memory. At least, not for awhile.
It is 8:22 a.m. The funeral is in an hour. I guess I should get ready.
Well, I'm standing here. At Eric's funeral.
People are standing in small groups, talking, whispering, crying. The whole place looks like a sea of black clumps and Eric's casket, being the centerpiece. I'm standing the farthest I can get from Eric. I just haven't worked up the courage to say goodbye yet.
For now, I watch the people. I watch as Jackie and Kelso talked in hushed voices to each other. I watch Kitty being consoled by her co workers and Red talking with my Dad.
The air seems to be tainted. People whisper, look... it seems like it's passing from person to person.
Overdose. Drug Addict.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs that that wasn't who Eric was. He wasn't like that.
I have to get out of here or I fear I will suffocate. I'm almost to the door when I hear my name.
"Donna." It was Kitty. I turned to face her.
"Mrs. Forman." I said, surprised that she wasn't with the rest of the crowd. She gave me a wan smile.
"I, um..." She began, stumbling a bit. " We found these in Eric's room." She held something out to me and I looked down to find three tattered, worn notebooks in her hands.
"What are these?" I asked, curiosity had taken me over.
"Journals...Eric's." She said. "I've already read through them, and well, I thought maybe you'd want to read them too." I took them from her hands. I looked down at the cover of the first one. It was blue and Eric's name, along with 'Star Wars Rules' was written across the front in black marker. I looked back up at Kitty.
"Thank you." I said, then impulsively gave her a hug. After we parted, she gave me a simple nod and left me alone.
I walked out into the into the cool morning air, sat down on the ground opened the first journal and began to read.
This is just sort of a preface to the next couple of chapters, which will be Eric's journal entries. I'll try to have them up as soon as I can. Thanks.
Eric is gone. That has pretty much been my mantra these last few days, along with 'why?'. Confusion is another feeling that has occupied my mind. I leaned back against the soft pillows of my bed, turning my head to the left.
I looked at a picture of us standing next to the Vista Cruiser, that was on my nightstand. It was sunny out and we were leaning up against the hood. We looked quite happy, Eric looked happy. The picture was taken only a month ago, but a month seems like it was an eternity ago. I eyed the picture again.
"I loved you, Eric." I said, almost silently to myself. I could feel the hot tears well up in my eyes again and I knew they would eventually spill. "Why didn't you talk to me?"
I sighed and rolled over. His funeral was today. I didn't want to go but I knew deep down that if I didn't, I might regret it for the rest of my life. It's just that I don't think I could bear seeing Eric in that state, so cold...so lifeless. I already saw too much when he was being wheeled out from his house. I know that's something I won't be able to erase from my memory. At least, not for awhile.
It is 8:22 a.m. The funeral is in an hour. I guess I should get ready.
Well, I'm standing here. At Eric's funeral.
People are standing in small groups, talking, whispering, crying. The whole place looks like a sea of black clumps and Eric's casket, being the centerpiece. I'm standing the farthest I can get from Eric. I just haven't worked up the courage to say goodbye yet.
For now, I watch the people. I watch as Jackie and Kelso talked in hushed voices to each other. I watch Kitty being consoled by her co workers and Red talking with my Dad.
The air seems to be tainted. People whisper, look... it seems like it's passing from person to person.
Overdose. Drug Addict.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs that that wasn't who Eric was. He wasn't like that.
I have to get out of here or I fear I will suffocate. I'm almost to the door when I hear my name.
"Donna." It was Kitty. I turned to face her.
"Mrs. Forman." I said, surprised that she wasn't with the rest of the crowd. She gave me a wan smile.
"I, um..." She began, stumbling a bit. " We found these in Eric's room." She held something out to me and I looked down to find three tattered, worn notebooks in her hands.
"What are these?" I asked, curiosity had taken me over.
"Journals...Eric's." She said. "I've already read through them, and well, I thought maybe you'd want to read them too." I took them from her hands. I looked down at the cover of the first one. It was blue and Eric's name, along with 'Star Wars Rules' was written across the front in black marker. I looked back up at Kitty.
"Thank you." I said, then impulsively gave her a hug. After we parted, she gave me a simple nod and left me alone.
I walked out into the into the cool morning air, sat down on the ground opened the first journal and began to read.
This is just sort of a preface to the next couple of chapters, which will be Eric's journal entries. I'll try to have them up as soon as I can. Thanks.