Journey's End
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, its actually a piece of descriptive writing I did for English and I decided to put it on here to see what people think of it.
Bobby's POV
I sniffed loudly and wiped away my tears in my eyes with the back of my hand as the casket was ever so slowly lowered deep into the ground. It had yet to sink in that he was gone, my little brother, he who I'd taunted for so long with question about his sexuality. The same kid who had came to mom at the age of 10, frightened and alone, was, dead. He was only 19. Not even old enough to have a clue about what he was going to do with himself or where he was going in life.
'It should be me. It should be me.' The words repeated themselves over and over.
'Jack should be here, it's your fault Bobby, it's all your fault.' And it is. If I hadn't come back in the first place, Jackie would still be alive.
"Are you alright man?"
I turned and looked at Angel and nodded then sniffed again. "These people are gonna pay Angel. I swear to God. I'll kill them. Victor Sweet did this and I swear, I'll kill the bas…"
"Bobby. We're in a cemetery. Not here alright?" Jerry said, placing a hand on my shoulder.
I looked at him and shook my head, how could he be so calm about all of this? Victor Sweet has put our baby brother in the ground for Gods sake. I wanted him dead.
It was too early in the morning for getting him though, and I wanted Jack to have a day, at least, to be remembered. I bit my lip at the thought of ever forgetting him. I'll never forget him, nor will I forget mom, but whatever I do, I'll get revenge and I'm not showing anyone mercy. Victor Sweet and all of his clowns are going to pay.
I looked around the empty graveyard, Jerry and Angel had headed back home. I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay, with Jack, I had to tell him how sorry I was, how bad I felt for this. The kid always looked up to me, something I never really understood. Ma always said it was because I had that natural thing going on, I was a good role model. I used to laugh at that, me, Bobby Mercer, a good role model, yeah right. I smiled at the thought of mom, what a saint, taking in four delinquents the way she did, she really was a saint.
Sometimes, I feel bad, I was never the same as Jack or Jerry or even Angel, they'd all accomplished something, but me, well, I was just trouble, since the day mom took me in, to the day I left Detroit. I gave a faint sigh and looked down at the mud, which was now covering the casket; I shook my head, it looked funny, the dirty brown mud mashed in with the snow. I shook my head yet again.
"Oh Jackie," I whispered, my voice cracking.
Before I knew it I was bawling, bad, maybe even worse than I had when I found out about mom. It had hit me, they were gone, they were actually gone, two of the most amazing people I'd met in my entire life were dead.
Evelyn Mercer, the most amazing woman in the world, so real, so tough yet so sweet, hard but soft, and most of all incredibly loving. She was amazing, she really was.
And Jack, well you'd never have met a more caring guy, if you'd searched the whole world. I'll admit sometimes I got a little aggravating, but that was very rare, and it made him who he was, he wouldn't have been Jack if he was any different. He was a good kid, he'd been through so much too, the kid was tough, yet he was terrified of hurting people, of doing wrong. It's unexplainable really; he was just Jack, Jack Mercer.
I took a final glance at the grave and kissed the tips of my fingers then placed them on top of the headstone. This was it, the journeys end for Little Jackie, my baby brother.