Status: Completed: Not currently working on a sequel, but also not ruling out the possibility as I've been tossing around a few ideas in my head.
Some Say This Can't Be Real.
Paying Respect
I never wanted to come back here. Especially after running away so suddenly. Running out on my family, my older brother, everything I had. I slowly rolled through the streets of Huntington Beach, towards the cemetery. The news was what brought me back.
My name is Lisa Seward, I’m twenty-two years old, spending nineteen of those years growing up in Huntington Beach, California. I ran away at the age of nineteen after an altercation with one of my brother’s best friends. My brother is Johnny, twenty-five years old, the bassist of the band Avenged Sevenfold. I was close to my brother. His friends were my friends, except for one of them. Brian always had a thing for trying to make my life hell, so I eventually began to despise him. He was the reason that I up and left without a word to anyone, and for the past three years, I have not been in touch with any of them. I went to Chicago to hunt down some friends I went to high school with. I found them, and we were trying to start a band, with me as the drummer. We had slowly became known, but we never took off to go to the big time. Needless to say, it was just nice to practice my drumming.
I’m coming back home after hearing the tragic news on TV. Jimmy had suddenly and tragically passed away a few weeks ago, and I felt incomplete, feeling the need to go and pay my respects. My plans were to go pay respects at his grave, then get back out and back to Chicago. The cross-country trip also did me well. Gave me a chance to clear my mind. The news of Jimmy’s death had affected me greatly, because he was a dear friend to me. He was the reason I actually picked up a pair of drumsticks. He taught me everything I knew up until I left. I slowly pulled in through the cemetery gates, finding a parking spot and stepping out of my car. After a moment of stretching, I began to wander around, wondering if I would even find his gravesite. Surprisingly enough, I did, and thanked God that nobody else was around it. As much as I wanted to go home and see my brother, I couldn’t face them after suddenly leaving.
I kneeled down in front of his grave, pulling a picture out of my hoodie pocket. It was a picture of Jimmy and myself shortly before I left. I took a personal moment of silence, staring at his grave. James “The Rev” Owen Sullivan: February 10th 1981-December 28th, 2009. “Never Feared For Anything…” Will be missed by many foREVer. Reading the words carved into the dull gray stone brought a few tears to my eyes. I tried to blink them back, but failed and let them trail down my cheeks. After taking a deep breath to compose myself, I gathered my thoughts to put them into words.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I heard the news on TV, and I couldn’t believe it. Numb. I’ve been nothing but numb, and now I feel horrible for leaving three years ago. You were my closest friend after Johnny, and now you’re gone. You were the reason I picked up a pair of drumsticks, and you taught me everything that I knew before I left. I shouldn’t have left, I really shouldn’t have, but I did. I still don’t know if I should go see my brother. I don’t think I can face them after what I did to you all. You’re gone now, Jimmy, in a better place. I came from Chicago to just see your grave. I heard the news, took my own personal moment to pay tribute, but I was incomplete. I told myself that I needed to come here to get closure. I love you Jimmy, as my best friend, and I will never forget about you. Rest in peace.”
Tears were steadily streaming down my cheeks as I placed the picture next to his tombstone. I wanted to leave before anyone decided to show up. I didn’t want to be caught back here, but I couldn’t tear myself away from his grave. Every failed attempt to get up and walk away resulted in more tears. I reached the point where I just sat on the fresh sod, staring at his tombstone. Hours passed without my knowledge.
“Who are you?” someone asked behind me. A voice I faintly recognized, bringing a shudder of disgust through my body.
Without a word, I turned to confirm my recognition. Brian stood there, emotionless. I hadn’t changed much, so I knew that he would’ve recognized me. I shot him a death glare. When I said I began to despise him, I really meant that I despised and loathed his very existence.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, slightly surprised.
“Why do you care?” I growled.
“You took off without a word three years ago.”
“Because of you,” I said as I walked past him towards where I was parked.
Nobody knew the truth of what happened, unless he came clean to the guys, which I doubted. It was an event I repressed, and didn’t want to tell anybody, even my brother.
“Lisa, wait a minute!” Brian called after me.
“Why should I?” I asked, not turning around.
“Will you just listen?” he asked, grabbing my arm.
“Let me go!” I growled again, trying to pull away from him. It was useless. He was strong, much stronger than myself. The repressed memories began to resurface. “I’m dead serious, let me go!” I shouted. “Just leave me alone!”
“If you promise me something?”
“I have no intentions of telling anybody what happened.”
“Not that. You need to go see Johnny.”
“Why?”
“Because to this day he still goes on about how he misses you, and he’s constantly asking us why you would just leave without telling anybody.”
“And if I don’t go see him?”
“I will personally take you to him,” he said in a threatening manner.
I sighed. “Fine, I’ll go under my own free will, if you’ll just leave me alone.”
“Fair enough.” He let go of my arm. “Here’s his address.”
All I needed to do was get to my car, then I could get away. Brian could go and tell them all he wanted, but I knew in my mind that I wasn’t going to see Johnny. I sat in my car for a bit, deep in thought. As much as I despised Brian, he was right. I needed to see Johnny. I needed more closure. After typing in the address on my GPS, I slowly took off out of the cemetery. It didn’t take long to get to the apartment complex where Johnny lived. Once I parked, I sat there. I was nervous, scared, nauseous. Was I ready to face my family, and my past after my disappearance?
My name is Lisa Seward, I’m twenty-two years old, spending nineteen of those years growing up in Huntington Beach, California. I ran away at the age of nineteen after an altercation with one of my brother’s best friends. My brother is Johnny, twenty-five years old, the bassist of the band Avenged Sevenfold. I was close to my brother. His friends were my friends, except for one of them. Brian always had a thing for trying to make my life hell, so I eventually began to despise him. He was the reason that I up and left without a word to anyone, and for the past three years, I have not been in touch with any of them. I went to Chicago to hunt down some friends I went to high school with. I found them, and we were trying to start a band, with me as the drummer. We had slowly became known, but we never took off to go to the big time. Needless to say, it was just nice to practice my drumming.
I’m coming back home after hearing the tragic news on TV. Jimmy had suddenly and tragically passed away a few weeks ago, and I felt incomplete, feeling the need to go and pay my respects. My plans were to go pay respects at his grave, then get back out and back to Chicago. The cross-country trip also did me well. Gave me a chance to clear my mind. The news of Jimmy’s death had affected me greatly, because he was a dear friend to me. He was the reason I actually picked up a pair of drumsticks. He taught me everything I knew up until I left. I slowly pulled in through the cemetery gates, finding a parking spot and stepping out of my car. After a moment of stretching, I began to wander around, wondering if I would even find his gravesite. Surprisingly enough, I did, and thanked God that nobody else was around it. As much as I wanted to go home and see my brother, I couldn’t face them after suddenly leaving.
I kneeled down in front of his grave, pulling a picture out of my hoodie pocket. It was a picture of Jimmy and myself shortly before I left. I took a personal moment of silence, staring at his grave. James “The Rev” Owen Sullivan: February 10th 1981-December 28th, 2009. “Never Feared For Anything…” Will be missed by many foREVer. Reading the words carved into the dull gray stone brought a few tears to my eyes. I tried to blink them back, but failed and let them trail down my cheeks. After taking a deep breath to compose myself, I gathered my thoughts to put them into words.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I heard the news on TV, and I couldn’t believe it. Numb. I’ve been nothing but numb, and now I feel horrible for leaving three years ago. You were my closest friend after Johnny, and now you’re gone. You were the reason I picked up a pair of drumsticks, and you taught me everything that I knew before I left. I shouldn’t have left, I really shouldn’t have, but I did. I still don’t know if I should go see my brother. I don’t think I can face them after what I did to you all. You’re gone now, Jimmy, in a better place. I came from Chicago to just see your grave. I heard the news, took my own personal moment to pay tribute, but I was incomplete. I told myself that I needed to come here to get closure. I love you Jimmy, as my best friend, and I will never forget about you. Rest in peace.”
Tears were steadily streaming down my cheeks as I placed the picture next to his tombstone. I wanted to leave before anyone decided to show up. I didn’t want to be caught back here, but I couldn’t tear myself away from his grave. Every failed attempt to get up and walk away resulted in more tears. I reached the point where I just sat on the fresh sod, staring at his tombstone. Hours passed without my knowledge.
“Who are you?” someone asked behind me. A voice I faintly recognized, bringing a shudder of disgust through my body.
Without a word, I turned to confirm my recognition. Brian stood there, emotionless. I hadn’t changed much, so I knew that he would’ve recognized me. I shot him a death glare. When I said I began to despise him, I really meant that I despised and loathed his very existence.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, slightly surprised.
“Why do you care?” I growled.
“You took off without a word three years ago.”
“Because of you,” I said as I walked past him towards where I was parked.
Nobody knew the truth of what happened, unless he came clean to the guys, which I doubted. It was an event I repressed, and didn’t want to tell anybody, even my brother.
“Lisa, wait a minute!” Brian called after me.
“Why should I?” I asked, not turning around.
“Will you just listen?” he asked, grabbing my arm.
“Let me go!” I growled again, trying to pull away from him. It was useless. He was strong, much stronger than myself. The repressed memories began to resurface. “I’m dead serious, let me go!” I shouted. “Just leave me alone!”
“If you promise me something?”
“I have no intentions of telling anybody what happened.”
“Not that. You need to go see Johnny.”
“Why?”
“Because to this day he still goes on about how he misses you, and he’s constantly asking us why you would just leave without telling anybody.”
“And if I don’t go see him?”
“I will personally take you to him,” he said in a threatening manner.
I sighed. “Fine, I’ll go under my own free will, if you’ll just leave me alone.”
“Fair enough.” He let go of my arm. “Here’s his address.”
All I needed to do was get to my car, then I could get away. Brian could go and tell them all he wanted, but I knew in my mind that I wasn’t going to see Johnny. I sat in my car for a bit, deep in thought. As much as I despised Brian, he was right. I needed to see Johnny. I needed more closure. After typing in the address on my GPS, I slowly took off out of the cemetery. It didn’t take long to get to the apartment complex where Johnny lived. Once I parked, I sat there. I was nervous, scared, nauseous. Was I ready to face my family, and my past after my disappearance?
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Hope you enjoy it. =) I personally think this is so far the best story I've worked on, and I just started this. As always, wonderful comments makes me want to update faster.What do YOU *points* yeah you, right there, reading this. What do you think happened between Brian and Lisa? I'm curious to know your thoughts.