S.O.S
Summary: Tommy finally learns to accept his brother's death.
Warning: Umm... it's kinda sad?
Disclaimer: I don't own Rugratsif I did then I would berich andwouldn't have to give up my X-mas gifts to get my friend's theirs... I'm such a good friend! hehe
A/N: I was thinking about writing another chapter earlier in the week, but I wasn't sure if I really wanted to or not. I got a lovely review telling me I should, so I have decided I will. This chapter's main focus is on Tommy and him finally accepting the death of his brother.
The sun beat down on the backs of Tommy, Stu, Didi, and the rest of their extended family. Clouds were scattered across the sky and the birds weren't really singing. The weather was nice and cheery, yet the air that surrounded the group was full of tension and depression. Silent sniffles, and loud wails filled the silence as the group filed into the funeral home. A few weeks earlier Dil had killed himself and was currently laying in the casket a few feet away.
Tommy stepped past his parents and into the dimmly lit room. A beautiful oak coffin lined withblack velvet was in the middle of the gloomy area. One side open, revealing a young teen with orange hair. His face was pale and looked peaceful; he looked like he was sleeping. A small form of water appeared on his cheek as Tommy stood over him.
"Oh Dil," he whispered touching his cold hand. "I don't know why I didn't notice your depression. I was suppose to be your older brother, and look at you now. I'm sorry"
He wiped the tears away and walked toward a quiet area, away from everyone. His back met the wall as he sat down on the ground. A silent sigh could be heard, that was followed by a light banging. A few more tears fell from his eyes as he began to think of all the times the two shared. The memory that stood out the most was the day before Dil had died.
"He looked so lost, and I didn't care," he whispered to the silence. "It's my fault"
A shadow covered his shaking frame; he looked up at the figure above him. Tommy's eyes widened as he saw who it was. Bright orange hair, creative brown eyes, and a smile so bright it lit up the room, there in front of him was his younger brother.
"Di-Dil?" Tommy asked the figure.
"Yes, T," it replied, his voice soft and ghostly.
"How?"
"T, you can't feel like this. You must continue on, don't mourn for me," it whispered as silent ghostly tears ran down his cheeks.
"I can't help it, Dil. I saw the signs, I could feel the pain rolling off you, yet I didn't care. This is my fault," he said as his own tears fell down his cheeks.
"No, don't think that," the ghost replied wiping Tommy's tears away. "I could have stopped myself, I knew you were out there. I'm to blame in this story"
"I will never believe you were to blame; I will always feel the guilt and pain knowing I could have prevented it," Tommy said as he looked away; he couldn't look into the eyes of the person he betrayed the most. "I'm sorry"
"T, I know you are not to blame, but I know you are stubborn and won't believe me anyways. I forgive you for whatever you are sorry for. And Tommy, remember me the way I was when we were younger. The creative mind, the hyper child, not the depressed somber teenager I turned into," he said before he turned and walked away.
Tommy got up and ran after his brother. He looked around the room, Dil was no where to be found. Sighing, he walked over to where the rest of the group was. Everyone dressed in black, quite the opposite of what Dil would want. "Guys," he called. "Dil wouldn't want us to cry for him. He would want us to be happy; he couldn't stand seeing us cry"
"Tommy's right," Didi said wiping her tears. "We have to be strong, Dil hates it when we are weak"
The other's nodded in agreement and embraced. Tommy broke away from the crowd again and walked over to the casket. The body in it couldn't be Dil, it was to still. The black-haired teen stroked the side of his brother's cheek and exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"How can this be you?" he asked. "You're too still"
The body just layed there, eyes shut, not breathing. A single red rose was held within his hands. Sighing, Tommy pulled out the black notebook and blue pen, Dil, used to write the letter. He set them in the casket right next to Dil. A choked sob broke from his throat as he remember what he read within the pages of the journal. The thing that stood out the most was a poem Dil wrote, the day before his death. He could see the page clearly in his mind.
Darkness:
Starless skies
Sleepless nights
Tears will fall
Blood will spill
No one here
No one cares
Darkness embraces
Pain will drown
Happy times fade
Depressing times rise
Who can save me?
Who will save you?
Darkness never ends
It never fades
Always there
Always near
Embracing pain
drowning clouds Rain falls
Tears washed away
Death comes
It takes
Never fully gone
Starless skies
Sleepless nights
Tears will fall
Blood will spill
No one is there- 10/4/04
"Dil," he whispered one last time before he turned and walked away.
Lil came up to him and placed a comforting arm around his shoulders. Tears leaked out of his eyes, he couldn't stop them from falling. Sobs wrecked his body as he walked out of the funeral home, and into the warm air. The two of them sat down under a tree and stared out into space.
"Tommy?" Lil softly called.
"What?" he asked, his voice tired.
"Will you be ok?" she asked.
"I should be," he whispered. "Dil wouldn't want me to mourn for him"
"Come on, we need to get back in there"
Silently they walked back to the somber place. Tommy looked at his brother one last time. He closed the lid and a piece of him went with his brother. A huge chunk of his heart followed Dil. They all piled up in the van and followed the hurst to the cementary.
Green grass covered most of the area, random flowers scattered through out the place. Some graves were old and forgotten, while others were piled up with fresh flowers. Dil's burial spot was located toward the back, away from everyone else. So he could be creative and not have to worry about people stealing his ideas. He was lowered into the ground after the usual funeral rites took place.
His tombstone was a huge white stone (Dil never liked fancy stuff.) with his date of birth and time of death written. A small picture of him graced the front, a picture of how he used to be. A small quote laid under the picture, it read:
"Even though one isn't here phyically, doesn't mean they are truly gone."
The Pickles family looked down at the pile of dirt that covered Dil like a blanket. Tears slipped out of their eyes as realization hit. This was real, they lost their son and brother. He was gone, and he wasn't ever coming back. No matter how much they ask god to send him back, to make them wake up, this really happened. They weren't dreaming; this was true life.
"Come on, Tommy," Stu said wiping his eyes. "We need to get home"
"I'm gonna stay here for awhile; I'll walk home later"
"It's not good to mourn alone," his mother said putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. You guys go home and I'll be there later," he replied trying not to get mad.
"Alright son," his dad cut in before Didi could protest.
They lead the others into the van and drove off into the day. Tommy sat down by the tomb and traced the rough stone. A small droplet of water landed on it, turning the spot a darker gray color. Another one soon appeared, and another, and another, it was sprinkling.
"Why did you take him?!" Tommy yelled up to the sky. "Why did you-" he collapsed to the ground by the pile.
The rain started to pour down harder, creating little indentions to the grave. One would wonder why the weather went from good to horrible within seconds. What they don't understand is that when a ghost is unable to move on; it weeps. It weeps for the one's it has to leave behind, it weeps for the ones that never got to say goodbye. It weeps for the life it lived, or the life they left behind. It weeps until they have no more tears to cry.
Tommy looked up at the sky and saw the gray clouds. He slowly got to his feet and picked up a single flower. It was a daisy, a small daisy that looked like it didn't get much love, for the size wasn't as great as its brother's and sister's. Tommy took the flower and placed it atop Dil's grave and gave it was watery smile. The rain slowly stopped falling as Tommy smiled. He looked around the grave and saw his brother there. A small smile and wave was shared by the two as the younger one faded out. The clouds shifted slightly and the sun stood bright.
"I love you, Dil," Tommy whispered to the spot he saw his brother.
"I love you too, Tommy," a voice drifted over him and lingered in the air.
A/N: Wow that was weird... Not to fond of this, but whatever. The poem in this story is mine... not a good one, but oh well. Please review and tell me what you think. I will forever be grateful! Time to thank my reviewers!
Review Thanks:
Spice of Life: Yes I killed him. You should have known I would! Hehe, you know you love it! ::grin:: Plus you killed him too so you can't get mad a me! Thanks for the review... I'll send you a happy ending later...
benji's riot gurl: Hehe thanks... I didn't really wanna give out to much background info. because I was planning on writing another chapter, but shhh I didn't say that. hehe... not to brag or anything but I got the Death version about four days before it came out... I love the internet and ordering stuff online! Anywho thanks for the review...
Carolina Boy: Hopefully this is good too... hope you like! Thanks for the review.
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MarvNow: Well this kinda explains the reaction... mostly centered on Tommy... hope you liked. Thanks for the review
midnight972: Hehe thanks... I hope this one has the 'wow' affect too. ::grin:: Thanks for the review!
Taekrsbass: Shiz-net? Ok Dani... that's a no. I think we need to get some Cradle of Filth in your head before you decide to go gangsta! XD Oh wow an image of you in some of the ummm... name brand stuff (don't know what name brand is in) and those hippy hugger thingies just popped into my head. Ohhh now you're doing some weird dance and singing a... rap songy thingie... Anywho thanks for the review!
A/N: Ok guys here's the scoop on WMoOC... I'm gonna try to get it up within the next few days. I'm not quite done with the chapter yet. I'm trying to get it done before the 20th. Reason being, I am in the midst of moving. So basically my internet will be cut off really soon and yeah. So I will disappear from here for awhile, but never fear I shall be back. ::People in the background groans:: Ok fine I won't come back... ::sulks off:: Hehe Anywho yeah just wanna give you the heads up, incase you actually read WMoOC. I'm out now peace Lake