Author's Notes - Yo, check out Chapter 3!
Disclaimer – I own nothing from this story. Not even Rebecca fully, as she is a product of my friend Bexie's mind too. Matt, Gary, Bexie, Abigail, Leanna, Emma, Sherisse, Cherylle, and Rhys all belong to their human counter-parts. And obviously Will Turner, Captain Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Norrington (as she is in this story) all belong to Disney. Please don't sue, because I have nothing to give you. Hey, I'm a poet and I didn't know it!
Chapter Three – Letters.
"Dear Matt, Gary, Bexie, Abigail, Leanna, Emma, Sherisse, Cherylle, and Rhys, if you're there,
"I'm sorry. I never wanted it to end this way. I never wanted to be the first one to die. Even though I'm a 'natural born leader', in Bexie's words, don't follow me in this one. There are no painless ways to die, and I don't want any of you to suffer the way I have.
"Guys, even though I'm dead, you can still talk to me. Wherever you are, no matter the distance between us, I will always be there for you. Just talk to me, and I will hear. I may not answer, but I will always be listening. And I will always, always be there for you.
"I'm sorry, everyone. I cant explain my reasons, so please don't ask me to. But I-" Here, Bexie had to stop reading as she was crying so hard. Matt took the small piece of paper from her limp hands, gave her a tissue, and carried on reading.
"But I want you to know that my suicide had nothing to do with any of you. It wasn't your faults, so please don't blame each other. You've probably heard from my sister that my parents had fought in divorce court over me. Not over who gets to keep me, but who gets stuck with me. Neither of them ever wanted me.
"All I ever wanted to be, ever, was liked by my parents. That never happened, did it? This failure was the last of many concerning my parents. I've had enough.
"I've said enough. I'm getting dehydrated from crying so much, and I expect you are too. I'm going to leave you with a poem.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos, and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message, 'She is dead'.
Put crêpe bows around the necks of the white public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my north, my south, my east and west,
My working week and my Sunday's rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk and my song,
I thought love would last forever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
I will remain forever your most treasured friend,
Rebecca Sparrow."
Matt stopped reading, and wiped a teardrop from his face. "This was found in her bag, which was left on Rochester Bridge. It was addressed to all of us."
"Goodbye, Becca. I will never forget you. You will stay with me, no matter what. I will always love you. Always." Gary said, holding Bexie as she cried.
"Goodbye, Becca. Never will we forget you." The words coursed around the group at the youth club like a wave coursing around a cave.
Abigail sobbed, and Emma hugged her. Sherisse and Cherelle were holding onto each other as if the world would collapse if they didn't. Rhys wasn't there but matt felt that if he were, he would have been crying too. 'Gary's pain seems to be beyond tears. Bless him. He will feel it soon, and he will be more upset than anyone else here.'
Leanna came and sat on the chair beside Matt and wrapped her arms around his stomach. Suddenly, he was crying, without even knowing that he was.
"Matt, don't cry." Said Emma, the only one aside from Gary not crying. "She wasn't happy here. It would have been unfair to her if she stayed.
"Wherever she's gone, she will finally be truly happy there, I know she will. And as she said, she will always be there for us. As long as we never forget her, she will live on in our hearts."
Mat blinked. For a second there, he though he saw Becca standing behind Emma, resting her hand on Emma's shoulder. Then she disappeared.
Bexie was staring at that spot too, she had seen it as well. "You're right," Matt said, smiling. "She will never leave. She is still here, watching over us."
"Goodbye Becca. Wherever you've gone, I hope that you're happy there. And come back and see us."
Everyone shivered. They could all feel another presence with them, and it freaked them out a bit. Even though they knew it was only Becca. Matt smiled again, and put the hand that wasn't holding Leanna on his right shoulder.
A second ago, he had felt a pressure there, as if someone had their hand on his shoulder.
His smile got wider. Somehow, he knew that Becca would never leave him, and that she would keep him from walking in shadow again.
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Across the Atlantic Ocean, and three hundred years in the past, the sixteen-year-old girl awoke with a start from the most vivid dream she had ever experienced.
"Well. That was weird." She said to herself. Smiling, she added to the darkness, "Thank you. I know that that dream was really happening, so thank you to all of my friends. You will never be alone."
She started to sing a song that she had chosen to play at her funeral.
"#You are not alone,
#I am here with you.
#Though you're far away,
#I am here to stay.
#You are not alone,
#I am here with you.
#Though we're far apart,
#You're always in my heart.
#You are not alone. #"
The silence seemed to ring in her ears when she was done, so she said, "Thank you, and goodbye," to ward it off.
Little did she know that outside in the darkness there was a person waiting to make that suicide note a reality.
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A/N – Everything in this chapter, aside from the end bit, really happened. That was the real suicide note written by my sister Sara.
Cliffy! Don't hurt me for this.
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Everything in this chapter, aside from the end bit, really happened. That was the real suicide note written by my sister Sara.