Here Comes My Farewell
-Here Comes Goodbye
I can here the truck tires coming up the gravel road
And it's not like her to drive that slow nothings on the radio
Footsteps on the front porch, I hear my doorbell
she usually comes right in now I can tell..
She ambled her way up those familiar stairs to his door, her tears pooling in her eyes. She was careful not to blink because that would automatically cause the salty tears to slide down her pale cheeks.
She knocked feebly on his door.
He appeared with an exasperated look dancing across his face.
"Hi." She squeaked, looking down at her sneakers.
"Hey." He replied, his eyes searching her face for an explanation.
"I'm leaving." She blurts, her tears exiting quickly.
His voice was caught in his clenching throat.
"What?" He demanded, leaning towards her.
She looked uncomfortable as she avoided his questioning gaze.
"I don't belong here." She said with true finality.
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Here comes goodbye here comes the last time
here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry,
here comes the pain,
here comes me wishin' things had never changed..
And she was right here in my arms tonight
But here comes goodbye
He winced when he remembered that fateful day.
He tried to lock at—as best as he could—the phone call he got the following day…
"Hello?" His hoarse voice answered, soar from crying due to her no longer existing existence.
"Is this Cameron Fisher?—Massie's best friend?" A strange voice strained.
His heart pumped fast, threatening to beat right out of his chest.
"Yeah…" He trailed off. Curiosity burned on the edge of his tongue. "Is Massie okay?" He asked, sensing his own authority lacing in his voice.
"What do I say?" The voice asked another person, Cam held his breath.
"Tell him the truth!" The unfamiliar voice hissed.
"Um?" Cam said.
"She's dead."
I can hear say I love you like it was yesterday,
and I could see it written on her face,
that she had never felt this way
One day I thought I'd see her with, her daddy by her side,
and violins will play, here comes the bride...
The months had passed since that terrible day that Derrick had broken her heart, and eventually, Cam figured out his troubling feelings: he concluded he loves her. Loves her like no other; much more than that fag Derrick.
He remembers telling her faintly that he liked her, a lot more than he could've imagined. Loved.
"I love you too." Her melodic voice decided.
He flinched when he allowed his towing mind to reel in such vivid memories. His chest was too tight to locate his heart; it was numb.
Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time,
here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry,
here comes the pain,
here comes me wishin' things had never changed..
And she was right here in my arms tonight
But here comes goodbye
"We are here today to celebrate the life of Massie Rose Block; our beloved: daughter, friend, lover." The preacher spoke. "She shall not die in vain."
Cam wanted to laugh—that guy had no effing idea what he was saying. He didn't know a thing.
"She lived a short; full life." The preacher continued.
Cam snorted. Damp eyes turned to him with different emotions crossing their faces: sorrow, anger, pity.
"She was so happy," Kendra Block—Massie's mother—noted as she spoke for her daughter.
"Bull shit!" Cam whispered loudly.
The eyes stared at him with incredulous glassy eyes. Cam rolled his own two different colored eyes; no tears fell since he got the news though. He must be heartless for not shedding a single tear over the girl he supposedly 'loved'.
The casket was beginning to lower but Derrick asked to speak once. Cam glared, malice eyes.
"She was an amazing beautiful well loved girl," Derrick Harrington's voice rang—capturing Cam's full attention. His anger was boiling and his face was red as a tomato as he stared at Satan's spawn.
"I loved her like no other." Derrick announced.
That did it…
Why's you have to go from good to gone
before the lights turn on
yeah and your left alone
But here comes goodbye
Before anyone could realize what scene was unfolding in front of their dewy eyes, Cam launched himself onto Derrick with a fierce anger placating his scarlet face. His eyes burned with anger that could no longer be bottled up.
He began repeatedly punching Derrick with as much force as he could muster. He got Derrick's nose pretty good until Claire begged for other's to help Cam pull Derrick ferociously off. Cam wouldn't move though; Derrick was finally getting a physical translation of what he did to Massie.
Derrick didn't fight back though—god knows why.
"You! Fight back!" Cam barked.
Derrick just kept taking the beating.
"You coward! Fight. Back!"
But to Cam's annoyance, Derrick didn't touch a hair on Cam's head.
Cam shot his arm back into Derrick's eye. Then his chest. He was heaving with well-needed breaths as he got removed off of Derrick. His eyes would not stop glaring accusingly at Derrick.
His voice finally bubbled to the surface.
"You killed her." He didn't even recognize his own voice—it was so hoarse and pull of pure hatred. "If it weren't for you chasing her away—she would've never fucking died!" Cam howled with malice weaving in his voice.
Derrick didn't say anything, finally he shut up!
Here comes goodbye, here comes the last time,
here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry,
here comes the pain,
here comes me wishin' things had never changed...
He began laughing hysterically in front of everyone. His eyes weren't tearful at all, he was clutching his chest with hysterics as his eyes never left Derrick's once.
"You're laughing?" Claire stated, her baby blue eyes wide and bewildered.
Cam just laughed harder, his chest and stomach hurting from laughing so hard.
"Maybe he's glad." Derrick suggested, the black bruise forming around his eye where Cam got him.
Cam abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes darker than ever.
"At least I didn't kill her." Cam spat, his eyes accusing.
"I did not!" Derrick protested, "She died in a car crash!"
"—Because you chased her away." Cam growled.
And she was right here in my arms tonight
Before he could register what was happening, he felt something wet dance across his cheek.
Tears?
But here comes goodbye...
He stared at her grave, his eyes moist once again. –After that day of the funeral, he had been sobbing—unable to stop—no matter how much he desired to. His eyes stung immensely and his stomach was weak but he stumbled to her polished brand new grave.
Here lies Massie R. Block—
Daughter of Kendra Block and Willam Block—
Beloved lover to ____
It was blank there.
Taking the knife from his pocket, he scraped it across the stone. It made an aching noise but he kept on scratching. His anger was scathing as he boiled more. Tears kept falling.
Then he pulled away and slowly pulled himself away. He dropped the knife at his side and stared at the engraved words.
Beloved lover to Cam Fisher
Author's note: What'd you think? Sorry—this is the end of this little chapter. I couldn't figure out what else to do so say goodbye to this story.
Review? Sequel?
-J.H.Q.S.316
