It had rained hard that day. Nobody spoke as they listened to the preacher's words. Flowers covered the coffin, and a school photo lay on top. It had been 2 days since the fight and everyone was reminiscing.
The girl who had come very close to dying herself that day was wearing a white dress, in honor of the deceased's Japanese heritage. Granted that fact that everyone else was wearing white. She had actually let her hair down that day, and it had grown very long in two years. It now fell down to her waist, but normally it was pinned up. The bandages on her wrists and face, instead of standing out, seemed to compliment the outfit, and everybody's mood. Broken, yet healing.
The musician sat on the grass next to her, holding his guitar. They had asked him to play a song, but he couldn't think of one at the moment. Looking over the crowd, he saw the faces he'd known for years, some crying, some in a fog, two just standing with their eyes closed. His girlfriend was smiling, though, and as he looked at her in confusion, she quietly mouthed "She's happy now." With that, the idea for a song hit him.
The surfer was standing farther away from everyone else, blonde hair pulled back in an elaborate braid. The grass where she stood was perfect, an even, dark green, covered with rain. It made her think back to that night, running across town, acting as a messenger, soles of her sandals hitting the cement. Trying as hard as she could to keep her best friend alive, not knowing whether she would fail or not.
The one who had changed probably changed the most stood in the crowd, black hair a complete mess. He had ran so hard that night, just to make sure that nobody was hurt, and it turns out the one who had caused all the pain and tormenting of others had shot herself. He was the one who told everyone, he was the one who told them about the note. Why had he been chosen for all of this? Why was he the one who had to tell them all?
The speech by the preacher ended and Trent got up, picking up his guitar case. He got up on stage and looked at all the faces, wondering if they would even have heard of his song. Smiling, he played a few odd chords before playing the song "The Day That I Die" by Good Charlotte.
Gwen stood, listening to her boyfriend's song. She knew that what he was singing about fit what Heather had done perfectly. She looked down at her feet, catching sight of the bandages that Bridgette had made her put on to hide the scars. Now that she thought about it, she realized that suicide would have made everything worse.
Bridgette had sat down, and was looking up at the sky. The rain had stopped, and the sun had begun to come out from behind the clouds. It seemed fitting that the moment all the pain was ending, and with Trent's song, that the sun finally decided to show. She just wished now she had known what was happening to Heather, the silent battle in her mind.
Duncan closed his eyes, tuning everyone out. There were some things that would traumatize even him, and the sight of Heather, a hole in her skull, blood and brains everywhere, was going to scar him. He wished that she had survived. But wishing couldn't bring anybody back to life.
Trent finished his song and stepped off the stage. The four walked away together.
Nobody said anything about the tears falling from their faces.