"Hey," I said, and sat down in front of their graves. "I'm sorry I didn't, you know. God, I suck at this.

Anyway, um, I hope you're good. I'm, I, I think I'm doing better. I, I miss you. A lot. I, I miss you Jeanie. I, it was... Matches." I laughed. "Of all the things, matches. They still exist, and I hate that, because... You're dead. And, and you shouldn't be, because you were just a kid. Innocent.

And Jamie, I longed, longed, for the time that, that you would stand up for yourself, and say no. God, I miss you. I could tell you to do anything, and you'd do it. You were like my own minion.

I miss you all, I miss the awful cooking, and... Candy. Cookie." I laughed. "I, miss the house, too. It, I, it was gorgeous. Beautiful, tiny, I hated my room so much. I miss it now. My, my, my new room, it's, too big. I don't have enough stuff.

And... The regular meals, and the whiskey.

And, when, when you, grandpa, tried to fix things. You always failed, but, you kept on trying. You always, always, tried. And you put up with grandma." I sniffed.

"I miss everything. Our whole family. And, the ridiculousness.

Everybody still blames me. But, without you, grandma, it's just not the same. Now they're just a bunch of bitches, low level, instead of you."

I wiped away the tear rolling down my cheek.

"But, I guess that my, new career choice didn't help matters. I think that I know what you would say.

And dad, you'd probably be proud, me finding a job this young. Jeanie would think that it's cool, but..."

Can't the fuckin' tears just stop running?

"Anyway, I..."

I wiped away the new tears.

"What a sight I must be, huh? What would they say, their leader like this? Well, they wouldn't respect me, that's for sure.

And, I think that I'm fine with your deaths. The guy responsible is dead, and, the gargoyles hate me. Talk about losing my marbles."

I stood up, and looked at the dates of death. A single tear hit the gravestone.

"You weren't meant to die. I'm going to make sure that this will not happen again. Jennifer, especially, shouldn't have died.

And therapy, we should've done that.

I'm leaving now. No use in me just standing around here. I'll give you flowers. Nice ones, you'll like 'em. Pinky promise."

AN: And that's the end of this story. Hope you like, please review.