I didn't feel right not explaining this, so here's the ending, well, not really an ending. Because I already ended it, but let's say... an explanation.
Okay, I've already explained who's who. (But of course I forgot someone in the credits at the end- my Mungojerrie, who actually, now that I think of it, should've been a Rumpleteazer... But... you get the picture.) I think you all realize that this is based off a true story, and if you didn't, it is. This is very close to what really happened. Let me say, I really did kick a large piece of glass, and it hurt. Very badly. I was stupid enough to kick something barefoot, but I was under a lot of pressure. A lot of things to worry about. To this day, if I slam my foot down on the ground hard enough, I can feel all the tiny little splinters. Where they would be anyway. And the gap really exists, today, and last year. And new people came and made it bearable in reality. And those were actually all of our good-bye words, but you're going to have to substitude Heaven for Heaviside. My best friend (Electra in the story) tries to forget, most of the time. Days like yesterday she wears all black. And says she plans to in the future. And, Pounce (in the story. I'm not going to say their real names, so deal with it) was a year older than us. But he was my best friend. He knew his time would be up soon. That's why 'Tumblebrutus's good-bye was the way it was. 'Pounce' and I were always interested in ghosts and things on the other side, so that's what the first part of mine was relating to. My best friend (Electra) really couldn't take it when we all said good-bye. She was extremely thankful I was there. 'Etcetra' the youngest of us, really was staring like crazy. It seemed that was all she could do. And she truly was the calmest, wisest of us that day. It was her that actually egged me on to vent my feelings by writing this, I had ranted to her before I actually started. Eventually she just said, "Stop. Please, I get it. Don't you have a fanfiction? Use it. Get your feelings out." And I listened, so here it is. Sometimes I think she's smarter than me. And I know she'll yell at me for this (she's got a temper, why do you think I called her Etcetra?) but it's true. And, the ceremony didn't happen all in one day, but a week. I didn't want to exaggerate the pain we all felt more than I had to. At one point, my friend actually walked the mile to my house, in a torrential downpour, and just curled up into a ball on my bed. It scared me, but I knew how she felt. I sat with her, helped her when needed. Her mom didn't even ask. She must've figured it out. I think that's all I need-I want to say on this. I'm sorry. And thank-you. {RedRubyStorm
Evanne Taylor, thanks for the advice you gave me a couple of days ago.