How to save a life

Nash is your typical teenage boy. Blue eyes, brown hair, athletic, all the girls want him in their panties. Being a football player puts him at the top of the school, being Captain makes him king. When a new girl catches his eye he can't help but stare, only thing is…she's a total loser. Wears thick framed glasses, hair is always in a messy bun and wearing her sweatshirts and jeans with converse. She became an easy target for everyone. Until the day she had enough. Nash knew he could have saved her and when a girl just like the last comes into the school he's determined to save her. Before it's too late.

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51. Chapter Fourty-Eight

I took a deep breath.

I carefully placed the white rose on the casket.

Everything is gonna be alright, Sky.

He used to call me Sky.

"Now a couple of words, from one of his close friends, Skylar." The man smiled and stepped aside. I walked in front of the casket.

"Emphasis on couple." I huff. I feel the tears threatening to spill.

"He was a truly great guy. He was so protective over me. He was like the brother I never had. The family, I always wanted. I wish I could have been there for him, but I wasn't. I regret it so much. Maybe if I had talked a little longer, hugged him a little longer, a little tighter. He would still be here. But that's probably a lie. Cause one lousy person can't change an entire person's life. I'm not god, and I'm defiantly not a life saver. I'm gonna miss him. More than ever. When I turn around, he won't be there. When I call, he won't pick up. Cause he's gone, and that's it." I finish. I nod at his mom who smiled weakly at me.

I stood with the rest of the crowd. "Does anyone else have any words about this wonderful young man, who was gone too soon?"

I looked around, no one stepped forward. Who was supposed to talk, already had. Who didn't, decided to keep their mouth shut. My eyes catch Matt standing in a corner, his head was down but when he raised it, I saw the tear glistening on his cheek. I look forward at the casket.

I wish, just wish, I- I don't know. My brain is a mess, and I am a reflection of it. I haven't slept in forever. My head is pounding.

There's a loud creaking sound, as the casket jerks and it slowly begins to lower to the ground.

This is it. He's gone.

Soon the top of the casket was no longer visible. That's when his mom cracked. She fell to her knees, screaming. She pulled at the grass, tears streaming down her face. Everyone looked, but I looked away. This is his funeral, he is supposed to have all the attention.

He needs the attention, because he never got any when he was here. How I wished I could've given it to him, maybe he would've told me before this all happened. Maybe I could have got him to the hospital, they could've treated him, given him the right meds to fix whatever the heck was going on in his head. But it's too late.

The creaking stopped. "We would ask that everyone leave now, so the workers can now fully bury the casket."

Everyone glanced at each other, and as if we all had made little agreements with each other, agreeing it was time to move on. We made the walk to wards our cars. Well they did. I watched them from afar.

I watched, and watched, until they were done.

I guess it is time to move on. I sigh and blow a kiss, waving.

Goodbye, Nash.

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