Short update, because that's just how short the chap is supposed to be. I was amazed by the way that the O.C. did their finale episode, it was amazing. Can't stop listening to "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap. So, here's the chap, hope you like!
Kirsten Cohen sat in the front, the only person who's eyes stayed to the front. Everyone else's eyes followed Summer Roberts, who finally said it. Somehow through all the happiness and drama, she never said it to him. He said it every so often. It had been implied.
As Summer Roberts ran, Kirsten Cohen felt walls cave in on her. She wanted to sink low into the seat and disappear. She couldn't be at her son's funeral. That wasn't humanly possible. How could it be that she had outlived her son? How?
Her husband's hand slipped into hers, and she squeezed weakly. Her muscles were dead, and her fragile body shook with convulsions.
Marissa Cooper hung her head, letting droplets fall. She knew her best friend had been happy, but she wasn't the person to fall in love. She was the one to think she was in love, but realize it too late.
The church was inawkwardly silent. They all felt pity for the front pew, the ones who really lost something. The ones who had a lifetime to live without him.
"Would anyone else like to say a few words?" the priest stood up in front of the shattered lives. One person destroyed too many people.
No one spoke, and they would glance at others, but no one made a move to stand up. A lot were worrying about the girl who said her feelings and ran off. She sat under a bare tree, with brittle branches. They wrapped around her, trying to keep her safe, but they broke apart at the touch, and left her alone in front of rows of dead flowers, dead soldiers. She was alone in the world with her eyes open to see all the destruction he caused.
It was his fault, he did all of this. They were ruined, petrified, terrified. They had to go through the rest of their lives without him. They would have to go back to the places they feared the most, and step in, and let all the growing, living eyes follow the hollow figures float past them, like ghosts. They'd eventually have to put on a facade, and pretend they had moved on.
He wasn't chosen to die, it was just fate. Fate brought them together, fate took them apart. She had been told once you can't fight fate.
Marissa Cooper finally stood up and tried to swallow. The lump in her throat stuck there, and she tried to catch her breath. Her moist eyes began to water again as she stepped up to the podium in her flat, mournful shoes.
As she walked up, she now felt the hear her best friend had. It was scary to look face to face with your dead friend. It was scary to look at all the unhappy faces. It made you want to throw up.
She stood in front of him for a few moments, trying to figure out what was happening. She was staring at a dead person. You couldn't see any of the accident, he looked like he was just sleeping. If only it was just that.
"Um, my name is Marissa Cooper," the church was completely silent and her voice echoed off the church walls. "I knew Seth Cohen well, and he was really great. Um, I loved him as well, and he's really gonna be missed. I know Summer wanted to say a bit more, but uh, it's just relaly hard. It's really hard to say goodbye to our best friend."
Marissa Cooper let tears fall and she stepped away from the podium. She passed by the front pew, and the rest until she was out of the church and headed to the tree, where her best friend leaned on a dead and bare tree.
"Do you think he'll wake up?" Summer Roberts asked absentmindedly.
"I don't know, but I hope soon," came the answer. That was always the answer. It never changed, it would always be the same. The only person who knew when he'd wake up was him. He could choose how long he'd make them suffer.
"I don't think he will. He was so close to dying," the two girls had too many doubts. They couldn't handle anymore of the intensity of the blow.
"He has to eventually," Marissa Cooper answered to her best friend, who felt disconnected with the world. She felt hopeless, helpless.
The accident would follow the teens for the rest of their lives. They would never be able to get away from it. The school, the road, cars, the church, the movie, the diner. They were all faithful reminders of the night that ruined them.
"I don't think so," Summer Roberts voiced her doubts. Everyone had doubts about when he would wake up. The crash had been severe. No one understood how the two girls were at the funeral. The two brothers took the most of the blow, barely saving their girlfriends' lives.
They were tragic heroes, in the girls' minds. They saved Summer Roberts and Marissa Cooper. And all four of them would be remembered as being in the town's worst ever car accident.
"Stop thinking like that. We have to think positive," Marissa Cooper tired her luck at positivity, but it was lost in the cold winter air. Frost was on the ground and chills ran through their bodies.
I told you it was a short update. There will be longer ones after this. Please review this, and Scarred Youth! I finally updated it!