Chapter 2

Today was the day of the funeral, and I knew I had to be there for my best friend. Since his death Meat had refused to sleep alone so she had stayed with me, and I had listened as she cried herself to sleep. There was nothing I could do to stop her, and I wouldn't be a good friend if I did.

After the minister had said a prayer people were able to speak. Meat went first.

"A' loved Brit, with ma whole heart. More than that. Although he isn't here, I know his memory will live on, through us all, and his spirit kept alive by his baby." She placed a hand over her stomach and sat back down. The Killer Queen went next.

"When I found out I was pregnant, I kept it a seceret. I was the chief exectuive officer. I never did photo shoots and he was home schooled. Not that I was ashamed. I still loved him. But when he began rebelling, I tried to set him straight. But I only pushed him further away. If I could change anythig I would have gotten to know him better. But I know he was loved, by his girlfriend, friends and family. And he always will." She sat down and was actually crying.. Khashoggi spoke next.

"I never really knew my son. But I knew he was my son. We kept his existance a seceret to protect him. But we failed and I find myself responsable for his death. No matter what anyone thinks, I love my son. With all my heart. He will always be loved and missed by us all. He was and still is, a true hero."

Macca was the last person to make a speech.

"When Brit arrived at the Heartbreak many years ago, I took him under my wing as a younger brother. I was merely more than a teenager myself. Then he met Meat. The sister of my best friend. I knew they were made for eachother. And if he loved anybody more than life itself, it was her. She was his life. When she told him about the baby, he was so excited, then this happened. It couldn't have been prevented, but there isn't a day that goes by when I wish it were me in the casket. Bye buddy. We'll miss ya."

Meat pushed me up after the Minister invited people to say their last goodbyes. She had asked me to sing a song. I had accepted her request, wanting to help her in any way possible.

"You scratch you head and wonder why, he was your little gem,
Were you really so blind, and unkind to him?
Can't help the itch to touch, to kiss, to hold him once again.
Now to close his eyes-never open them...

A shadow passed, a shadow passed, yearning, yearning
For the fool it called a home.

All things he never did are left behind.
All the things his mama wished he'd bear in mind,
And all his dad had hoped he'd know.

The talks you never had, the saturdays you never spent.
All the 'grown-up' places you never went.
And all of the crying you wouldn't understand.
You just let him cry, 'make a man out of him.'

A shadow passed, a shadow passed, yearning, yearning
For a fool it called a home.

All things he ever wished are left behind.
All the things his mama did to make him mind,
And how his dad had hoped he'd grow.

All things he ever lived are left behind.
All the fears that ever flickered through his mind.
All the sadness that he'd come to own.

A shadow passed, a shadow passed, yearning, yearning
For the fool it called a home.

And it whistles through the ghosts still left behind.
It whistles through the ghosts still left behind.
Whistles through the ghosts still left behind."

After the funeral Meat made herself scarce I didn't blame her. When I returned to our room later in the evening, I found her crying for him silently. I kne it would take a while for the old Meat to come back. I just had to be patient.

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