Chapter 13: A Poem for Mac/ The letter

The Funeral

It was the first time the Camden house was quiet and full with a lot of people since I last left. I was getting ready in the kitchen when Meredith walked in

"Hey," I said trying to start a conversation. We haven't talked in a long time

"I'm sorry Ruthie I didn't see you there!"

"Don't be. How are you holding up?"

Meredith looked out the kitchen window like she was staring at Mac….

Flash Back

I was 14 years old and was bratty as ever. I was mad at Mac and Martin because they were going outside to play baseball and I couldn't because I was grounded for breaking curfew

"Come on Martin…that's not fare" I wined

"Maybe if you wouldn't of broke curfew, you wouldn't be in the house and could play ball with us" a smart mouthed Martin said as he was about to walk out the door

When Martin left me, Mac turned and looked me in my eyes and said "You know one day…you two are going to get married"

I stuck my tongue out at him and leaned against the window. I watched them play ball for at lease six hours before I gave up and went to sleep.

End of flash back

"Ruthie…sometimes I just think that maybe he is still alive" she said with tears starting to stream out of her eyes.

The last time I say Meredith cry like this is when Mac told her he was going into the Navy.

All I could think was to hold her tight and never let her go.

I never could be able to feel that side of pain, being his girlfriend, but I sure did feel the friendship pain and it hurts so badly.

We arrived at the church around 9:30. I never liked funerals, the sadness; I always thought a funeral was supposed to be a celebration of someone going to heaven.

When I walked in with Simon and Lucy I broke down crying. All I saw was Martin with his face so red, his eyes felt with confession and a whole lot of anger.

Half way during to memorial service I was finally pulled up to say my part.

"Hi, I'm Ruthie Camden and I have known Mac since 12 years old. Mac was always a bright, intelligent, well rounded, and a great gentleman. He cared so much about everybody in his life. Even though he didn't have much, he never begged or complained about anything because he was happy with the life and people he had already in his life. I wrote this poem that I will like to share with everybody here today;

A Poem for Mac

If you didn't know he was a man so strong and took care of his mom when his dad left them all along

A true friend who would stay with you through thick and thin and make sure nobody can hurt you…he always had your back...

I looked around the room and started to cry. I couldn't even finish the poem.

Tears started to form in my eyes, my throat started to ace.

Soon I realized that I couldn't go on.

The pain was too much to bear so I just stepped down as Lucy grabbed me and held me tight. It all seemed so UN- real there's was so many things I have not yet said to him that I wanted to say.

Flash Back:

I was walking down the hallway alone, like always, since I didn't have any close friends. I made a Sharpe left to my looker when Mac and I collided into each other.

"Sorry, Ruthie I didn't se you there,"

He picked me up with one arm since he was strong and I was so shorter than him.

"No biggie," I said dusting off my clothes

"So where are you in a rush to?" Mac asked me

"To my locker but I'm not into a rush,"

"Okay. That's great I need a favor, a big favor"

Mac then explained to my how this girl at school really liked him but he didn't like her. He told her that he had a girlfriend and when she asked who the only name that popped in his mind was me.

Now I'm already not liked by enough girls in the school because of Martin and Mac now he's telling this girl that I'm his girlfriend. Which is ridiculous because my parents would never let Mac and I go out?

Before I could give him an answer he grabbed me and pinned me against a wall and started to kiss me.

There was never a shocked look on my face because I had to admit I actually was enjoying it.

We unlocked lips about 10 seconds later and I can see all the girls looking at me. All I can think is why is it that girls always mad at the girl and not the guy? That answer was never answered by the way.

Mac then grabbed my hand and we continued to walk down the hall in the opposite way of my locker.

End of Flash Back

After the funeral everybody went to the house I use to call home.

Walking through the house brought up so many memories.

Flash Back

It was Sunday evening and we just got back from Church. I was about 5 or 6. I remember because my birthday was yesterday, Matt had promised me he would take me Chucky Cheese. But like always he had other plans.

"Ruthie…I'm sorry, Simon and I are going to play soccer at the park" Matt said walking toward Simon's room.

"But you promised me you would take me"

"I know but I promised Simon first, I'm sorry I forgot…I'll take you tomorrow"

"Tomorrows a school day," I wined

"Some time next week then"

"You never take me anywhere…All you care about is Simon" I said slamming my door and letting the tears fall.

Matt never took me to the park.

End of Flash Back

Martin

After the funeral Martin drove to Macs house to pack up his things. He still couldn't believe his best friend was gone.

Marin told Mac's mom he would do it because she couldn't.

Martin walked in now to his empty apartment.

He looked at his room and then Macs.

Moving toward Macs door he wished that when he opened it Mac would pop out. But there was no Mac, no popping out of anywhere just him and all Macs stuff.

He sat on his bed and picked up a baseball, the tears started to flow fast. Martin couldn't help it.

Martin throws the ball up and the air and missed the catch. The ball rolled under the bed and as Martin reached under to retrieve the ball he came across a box that read Do Not Touch.

Martin then pulled the box from under the bed and on his lap.

When he opened the box he saw a few pictures and a few notes. He then came across a note that read "In case I die."

Mac always told Martin that they should write Letters to one another in case one day they die but Martin never did because he thought it was silly. Now looking back on it he wished he hasn't been so naïve.

THE LETTER

Dear Martin,

I know you said that this letter thing was stupid but knowing me I was going to write it anyways.

What can I say we been best friends for ever, our world revolved around each other. I would never forget the day you officially made us brothers. That day I really thought you was crazy since you cute my hand and then your.

I can't really say how I died since I'm writing this letter and I'm alive since (LOL). I just want you to know that I will always love you know matter what. You were like a brother to me, scratch that you are my brother and I will forever love you. I know when I die it will hurt, it better hurt, but I want you to be strong. I know you're a strong person and don't let nobody take that from you. All right so I got to go because I suppose to be meeting you at the base ball field.

P.S.

If I die before Ruthie and you get married then you're not going to have a best man. I refuse to let anybody take my place.

Martin closed the letter and smiled. That was his first time smiling since his best friend was gone. He lay back in Mac's bed and closed his eyes.

MAC- The day of the accident

Mac got up early in the morning to an annoying Martin who was throwing something at his head. To, his surprise, turn around with fires in his eyes to a smiling Melanie.

Mac couldn't believe that Martin and Ruthie had a baby. For all those years he was just playing with them and they actually did it.

"Melanie, why must you be just like your dad?" Mac asked Melanie not really wanting an answer seeing that she was only 2 years of age.

"Mac..," Melanie said sloping every where on Mac's face as she was trying to give him a kiss on his cheek.

Mac then decided to get up and get dress he had to go see Meredith since he just figured out that him to would be a dad.

Mac walked to the kitchen where Martin was and slapped him in the back of his head.

"What was that for?" Martin screamed in pain

"For your daughter being an ass just like you"

Mac then grabbed his jacket and walked out of the door.

Mac arrived at the appointment around 12:30 which he was 20 minutes late.

"Baby, I'm sorry"

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"Yes"

Meredith soon grew angry but couldn't stay mad at the father of her child for ever.

"So what are we having?"

"A boy," she said excitedly

Later on Mac said his good bye to Meredith because he supposes to go meet some scouts for baseball.

Mac drove down the street and made a sharp right on to highway 18. He was going a little over the speed limit since nobody drives at the speed limit anyways. Mac looked over to his rearview mirror and saw a car coming right for him. That was all he went blank and never saw the day of light again.

Author: Okay so, I didn't really like the poem but hey. I'm sorry I took so long to update I'm in the process on trying to get a new computer. I hope you liked it. Leave your comments, good or bad, or tell me what you think is going to happen in the next chapter. Next chapter: The Past hurts like Hell Part 1- So someone is going to come back into the story.