Invisible
Epilogue
*Jack's POV*
I was sat cross-legged on the dew-soaked grass, staring at the tombstone in front of me. I took in a deep, shuttering breath, and when I went to let it out it turned into a loud sob. I couldn't believe she was gone. I couldn't believe she had actually jumped. Didn't she realize she shot me a world of pain?
I felt someone sit in the grass next to me, and I turned my tear-filled eyes towards the person. I discovered Alex, in a hoodie and skinny jeans. He smiled sadly at me and opened his arms.
"Come here," he whispered, and I didn't hesitate to fall into his arms, sobbing. After about 15 minutes, I sniffled my way to a stop and wiped my eyes, but the tears were still coming.
"I-I-I, I didn't even g-get to s-say good, goodb-bye!" I cried, looking at Alex. "I never got to tell her I loved-" I choked on the words, and began quietly sobbing again.
"I know, I know," Alex comforted, his own voice sounding strained. That was when I realized, this had to be hurting Alex too. He was there for a good twenty minutes before I even came to the scene. I stopped crying and looked at him.
"Alex?" I asked, pulling away from him slightly to look at his face through my past tears. He hummed, signaling for me to continue. "What did you say to Emma the other night?" He stiffened noticeably, and I immediately regretted asking. I opened my mouth to tell him he didn't have to answer, when he did.
"I told her I had already lost one person to suicide, and I wasn't going to let you lose her the same way," he responded quietly. I looked at him carefully, seeing tears in his eyes.
"Alex, you never told me you lost someone, why didn't you?" I asked worriedly. How well did I really know my best friend? I thought. I studied the caramel haired boy beside me, watching as he fought the tears.
"Um, Emma left a note for you," he said quickly, changing the subject. I made a mental note to talk to him later as he rummaged through his pockets. He found what he was looking for, and he held a small folded note out to me. I took it and put it in my pocket.
"I'll read it later," I told him. After that, we sat staring at Emma's grave for a little while, before we both got up to go home. We began the walk home in the slight drizzle, hands in our pockets.
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I stopped walking. We were at the bridge. I took a deep breath, and Alex put his hand on my shoulder comfortingly.
When we got to the point where Emma had jumped, I stopped again. Alex shot me a concerned glance.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had pulled myself up and over the fence and was balanced on that little platform.
"Jack?!" Alex's strangled shout reached my ears as he ran to the fence. I didn't respond. I just stood on that platform, looking down in the water that had swept Emma away. I turned around and looked at one of the poles on the bridge. Alex was staring at me, hands on the fence, knuckles white and face drained of color as well. I gave him a sad little smile. I then continued to examine the pole in front of me.
Suddenly, a small shimmer caught my attention. I brought my eyes to a place on the pole a couple inches over my head. It was a small golden plaque. I squinted to read it.
"On September 21th of 2002, Emma Thompson threw herself off of this point and took h own life. We wish her happiness and well-being in whatever adventure comes after life."
But it wasn't the plaque that brought hot tears to Jack's eyes once more. It was the dozens of comments and wishes sprawled in Sharpie underneath said plaque.
"We wish you well Emma!"
"You are beautiful, you shouldn't have been pushed to this."
"Miss you!"
"You were such a strong girl, Emma. You just lost the war. It's ok. I hope you find happiness wherever you are. -Anna"
Anna, I thought to myself. The nice freshman girl that had found Emma in the locker room. I ran my hand over the messages, before turning to Alex, who was still pale as a ghost.
"Do you have a Sharpie?" I asked him. He tilted his head slightly, before digging one out of his bag. I reached over to take the marker from him. I uncapped it and pressed it to the pole. I wrote what I hadn't gotten the chance to tell her.
"I love you Emma. -Jack"
I recapped the Sharpie and tossed it to Alex. It bounced off his hand and he watched as it took the same fall Emma had. I climbed back over the fence and heard Alex breathe a sigh of relief.
"C'mon Lex," I said, the nickname coming out of nowhere as I smiled and slung an arm over his shoulders. "Let's go home."
End
I was sat cross-legged on the dew-soaked grass, staring at the tombstone in front of me. I took in a deep, shuttering breath, and when I went to let it out it turned into a loud sob. I couldn't believe she was gone. I couldn't believe she had actually jumped. Didn't she realize she shot me a world of pain?
I felt someone sit in the grass next to me, and I turned my tear-filled eyes towards the person. I discovered Alex, in a hoodie and skinny jeans. He smiled sadly at me and opened his arms.
"Come here," he whispered, and I didn't hesitate to fall into his arms, sobbing. After about 15 minutes, I sniffled my way to a stop and wiped my eyes, but the tears were still coming.
"I-I-I, I didn't even g-get to s-say good, goodb-bye!" I cried, looking at Alex. "I never got to tell her I loved-" I choked on the words, and began quietly sobbing again.
"I know, I know," Alex comforted, his own voice sounding strained. That was when I realized, this had to be hurting Alex too. He was there for a good twenty minutes before I even came to the scene. I stopped crying and looked at him.
"Alex?" I asked, pulling away from him slightly to look at his face through my past tears. He hummed, signaling for me to continue. "What did you say to Emma the other night?" He stiffened noticeably, and I immediately regretted asking. I opened my mouth to tell him he didn't have to answer, when he did.
"I told her I had already lost one person to suicide, and I wasn't going to let you lose her the same way," he responded quietly. I looked at him carefully, seeing tears in his eyes.
"Alex, you never told me you lost someone, why didn't you?" I asked worriedly. How well did I really know my best friend? I thought. I studied the caramel haired boy beside me, watching as he fought the tears.
"Um, Emma left a note for you," he said quickly, changing the subject. I made a mental note to talk to him later as he rummaged through his pockets. He found what he was looking for, and he held a small folded note out to me. I took it and put it in my pocket.
"I'll read it later," I told him. After that, we sat staring at Emma's grave for a little while, before we both got up to go home. We began the walk home in the slight drizzle, hands in our pockets.
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I stopped walking. We were at the bridge. I took a deep breath, and Alex put his hand on my shoulder comfortingly.
When we got to the point where Emma had jumped, I stopped again. Alex shot me a concerned glance.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had pulled myself up and over the fence and was balanced on that little platform.
"Jack?!" Alex's strangled shout reached my ears as he ran to the fence. I didn't respond. I just stood on that platform, looking down in the water that had swept Emma away. I turned around and looked at one of the poles on the bridge. Alex was staring at me, hands on the fence, knuckles white and face drained of color as well. I gave him a sad little smile. I then continued to examine the pole in front of me.
Suddenly, a small shimmer caught my attention. I brought my eyes to a place on the pole a couple inches over my head. It was a small golden plaque. I squinted to read it.
"On September 21th of 2002, Emma Thompson threw herself off of this point and took h own life. We wish her happiness and well-being in whatever adventure comes after life."
But it wasn't the plaque that brought hot tears to Jack's eyes once more. It was the dozens of comments and wishes sprawled in Sharpie underneath said plaque.
"We wish you well Emma!"
"You are beautiful, you shouldn't have been pushed to this."
"Miss you!"
"You were such a strong girl, Emma. You just lost the war. It's ok. I hope you find happiness wherever you are. -Anna"
Anna, I thought to myself. The nice freshman girl that had found Emma in the locker room. I ran my hand over the messages, before turning to Alex, who was still pale as a ghost.
"Do you have a Sharpie?" I asked him. He tilted his head slightly, before digging one out of his bag. I reached over to take the marker from him. I uncapped it and pressed it to the pole. I wrote what I hadn't gotten the chance to tell her.
"I love you Emma. -Jack"
I recapped the Sharpie and tossed it to Alex. It bounced off his hand and he watched as it took the same fall Emma had. I climbed back over the fence and heard Alex breathe a sigh of relief.
"C'mon Lex," I said, the nickname coming out of nowhere as I smiled and slung an arm over his shoulders. "Let's go home."
End
Notes
Okay, so I have a few things to say:
a) This damn epilogue was pretty hard for me to write, I just couldn't find the right words. And it's meh, not my favorite chapter.
b) I made myself cry;.
c) This is late because I thought IT HAD UPDATED BUT IT ACTULLY HADN'T SO I THOUGHT IT HAD UPDATED THREE DAYS AGO.
d) Yes, this is the end of Invisible.
e) Yes, Emma is really dead.
f) Please don't kill me.
g) Sequel?
Leave comments, hahah I'm expecting death threats. 0_0
Thank you all so, so much for reading my first fanfiction!
@Jagk Skellington
Aw, well staying clean is hard to do, & I'm still proud of you even if it's only four days! If you were strong enough to last that long, then you could do it again c: & It's okay, I like what you've started so far on the sequel! <3
9/28/14