May 12th, 2013
Freddie sat in the middle of the church next to Spencer and his mom. He was crying. It had been days. Weeks. Months. How long, he didn't know, other than it being too long. Everything was beginning to blur together. And even so, he still couldn't get used to the feeling of being hollow and empty. His best friends were gone. One in jail and the other dead. It was so hard that sometimes he felt like dying. He wished that someone would shoot him so he wouldn't have to live in hell on earth anymore. He took a small piece of skin on his left wrist between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it, hoping that it would help him focus more on the physical pain, rather than mental. It didn't work. Nothing did. The pain of losing two of the most important people in his life wouldn't go away.
The preacher finished his speech and Freddie stood up. Before anyone could tell him otherwise, he walked up to the podium and told the people who stood up to leave, to sit down again.
"Sam… was…amazing. I… love… her" his voice cracked. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this" he stepped down from the podium and ran down the isle of the church and out the door.
He ran through the cemetery passing old, weather-worn headstones. As he ran, tears flowed down his face. At the edge of the cemetery, was a small patch of newly dug-up dirt. He dropped to his knees at the headstone, clearing away the piles and piles of flowers, mourners had laid at the stone before the service. As he cleared away the last few flowers, he could make out the writing on the small stone
Samantha "Sam" Puckett
April 17, 1994- April 19, 2013
"Never say goodbye. Because saying goodbye means going away. And going away means forgetting." –Peter Pan
He was sobbing so hard that he was shaking as the members of the funeral service came into view around him. Spencer, unshaven with bags under his eyes, wearing his best suit; his mom, gently crying into a tissue she pulled from her peach colored handbag; Mrs. Puckett, crying like a wounded dog, wearing a black dress she probably got at Goodwill or somewhere like that. And Melanie who although was too lost for words, bent down and laid a hand on Freddie's back as in attempt to comfort him. He looked into her big blue eyes that resembled Sam's so much. Melanie looked like Sam, but would never be Sam. She would never replace Sam. Sam could not be replaced. Why did he keep saying her name?
"Shhh Freddie, its okay. It's so hard I know. But it will get better I promise" Melanie said, fighting back tears.
"No…n-n-no" Freddie stuttered rubbing his hand across Sam's name. Tears dripped slowly onto the headstone as the others slowly left the cemetery
He sat there for hours and hours upon end, wishing for an end to this misery, until it started to rain.
"Don't worry Sam. I'll see you again someday." and with that he turned away and treaded back to Spencer's apartment.