Goodbye My Friend

By Melissa

I walked upstairs to my best friends bedroom and opened his door. Walking in and looking around I

 almost began to cry. Why did he have to die so young?  I didn't even get to say goodbye to my best

 friend before he died. I never thought he would die so young. Tears started to form in my eyes as I

 looked at all his hats and basketball stuff. I hated god at this point of time. He took away my friend,

 my brother and I cant live with out him. We've done to much together and there's too many memory's

 that will be to painful to remember. I walked through his messy room, tears making my vision blurry. I

 picked up a picture that was on his desk, It was a picture of all the guys and me and him. More tears

 started to cascade down my checks as I remember when we took this picture. It was back in 1996, when

 we were still wondering if we would ever be popular in the US. Him and I were goofing around and we

 had our arms around each other while Kev on the other hand looked like he was going to kill us cause we

 wouldn't stop goofing off. Howie and AJ were both cool. AJ had his natural color hair and his

 sunglasses on like always. Howie still has his short hair he hadn't grown it long yet. Reality finally hit

 me like a slap in the face. We wouldn't be able to goof off anymore, play one on one, play pranks on the

 guys. We couldn't do that anymore. Nothing would be the same. BSB would probley come to an end

 without him. I started to walk back towards the door, I looked back one more time, tears still in my

 eyes as I closed the door to his room.

It was two days later, I was still in the limo not wanting to get out, thinking this was a bad night mare.

Kev finally talked to me and got me out of the limo. I walked into the church and saw the casket at the

 front alter. I sat down in one of the pews and started to cry again. It was just so hard to realize he was

 gone. It was my turn to go up and give my speech. His mom and dad asked me after he had died, I wasn't

 going to say no to my best friends parents. I got up and walked towards the podium. I took out a folded piece of paper and stopped behind the podium.

"A few days ago we lost a friend, Not only a friend but a son and brother. When my best friend told me

 he had cancer, I just couldn't believe it. He was only 23 years old and he was going to die before I did.

 Everyone knows how our friendship was. We were always together playing one on one or playing pranks

 on the guys, always making them mad."  Tears started to form in my eyes and I cleared my throat. " I

  just realized not only I will miss him but everyone in this church right now will miss him. It may take a

 while before we get over him being gone but you must remember well all meet once again in heaven" I

 said as I wiped the tears from my eyes and walked back to my pew. Kevin patted me on he back and

 handed me a tissue.

A hour later we were all standing in the cemetery. I was standing with the guys and we were all crying

 just thinking of one of the members gone. It just couldn't be. I put my hand on the casket and said " My

 hearts goin with you buddy, We'll all miss you". I watched as the casket go down into the ground as a

 few more tears fell down my cheeks. I got into the limo with the other guys and headed home.

It was a year later the tears still flowed in everyone's eyes especially on this day. He would have been

 24 today. I got into my car and headed for the cemetery. I haven't been there since the day we buried

 him. I just couldn't the pain just wouldn't go away. It  just got harder and harder each day. The group

 broke up a few months after he was gone. It was just too much pain and knowing he wasn't there doing

 what he loved with us was just hurting us. We were out long enough, 11 years to be exact. I drove to the

 spot where he was buried and got out of my car. As soon as I  found his grave tears filled my eyes. I

 looked down at the grass and started to sing softly his favorite song "Open arms" by Journey. I felt

 the wind blow and soft whispers as if some one was singing with me. I looked around and no one was

 there. I put a rose on his gravestone and more tears fell down my face as I read it.

Nickolas Gene Carter

January 28, 1980 - May 4, 2003

"A man who touched many hearts and will never be forgotten"

I still heard the soft whispers when I stopped singing. I looked in front of me and saw a figure, which

 looked like Nick. I shook my head and the figure was gone.

"I miss you Frack" I said as I walked back to my car and looked back one more time. I saw the figure

 again and it whispered something.

"I miss you too Frick" Nick said as he disappeared. I shook my head again and the figure was gone. Was

 it just my imagination or was it Nick? I wondered as I got into my car and drove away.  "It was really

 me Brian" Nick said as he reappeared and walk up the stairs to heaven.

The End

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