Post by Maggie Lefebvre on Oct 5, 2015 4:44:33 GMT
Maggie took a deep breath. She was sitting in a church, which was strange for her-Maggie and churches didn't mix that well. She always felt like Quasimodo in the back, a deformed, out of place monster among saints and angels. She was everything that these holy people WEREN'T-a sinner, an addict, vain, self-centered.
She was uncomfortable. It was cold in the church, and she was sad. It was the worst day of her life so far...her very best friend was dead, and she couldn't do anything about it. She stood up to approach the podium where the Father or the priest or whatever he was was standing, waiting for her to deliver her euology to Jo.
Maggie didn't WANT to...well, that wasn't entirely true. There was NO one else on the planet that knew Jo like Maggie did, and vice-versa, but Maggie didn't FEEL like doing it. She just wanted to run to the casket, and open it, climb inside, and hold on to Jo forever. She'd been there when Jo was killed; she had cried and begged and yelled for Marty to take HER instead. She'd TOLD the social worker and her own father that something wrong was happening, but NO ONE listened. But now they would be FORCED to listen.
She stepped up, taking her place, and took a breath. She picked up the microphone, and smoothed out the crumpled piece of paper she'd written her speech on, and then smiled a tiny bit.
Thanks for being here today. Um. For those of you who don't know me, I am Maggie LeFebvre. I am...was Jo's best friend. And she was mine. Jo and I met about 7 months ago...I was a girl who was in a lot of trouble, even though I had a pretty charmed life. SHE was a good girl who had a hard life. We both needed each other-I gave her the fun she needed, and the big sister she'd always wanted, and she kept me focused on recovery and recompensation. But more than that, they had FUN. Two pretty girls, for Jo was pretty despite her disabilities, out in the world, shopping, gossiping, and being teenagers. Life was good. Maggie realized she was going off script, and then cleared her throat.
And then the darkest day dawned, and I lost that. But I know that wherever she is in the universe, whatever the plan is for her, Jo is up in Heaven, watching, giggling, and changing the angel's radio station. I have for you all our favorite song. Maggie stopped speaking as the music started, and her tears started to fall. Her mascara ran, and her dress was a bit wrinkly, but for once, the blonde didn't care about how she looked. She let herself FEEL.
On The Turning Away-Pink Floyd
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
With that, Maggie ran out of the church, sobbing, yelling, her mother close behind her. When they were at the far end of the parking lot, Maggie fell to the ground, and then felt Mere's arms around her.
She was uncomfortable. It was cold in the church, and she was sad. It was the worst day of her life so far...her very best friend was dead, and she couldn't do anything about it. She stood up to approach the podium where the Father or the priest or whatever he was was standing, waiting for her to deliver her euology to Jo.
Maggie didn't WANT to...well, that wasn't entirely true. There was NO one else on the planet that knew Jo like Maggie did, and vice-versa, but Maggie didn't FEEL like doing it. She just wanted to run to the casket, and open it, climb inside, and hold on to Jo forever. She'd been there when Jo was killed; she had cried and begged and yelled for Marty to take HER instead. She'd TOLD the social worker and her own father that something wrong was happening, but NO ONE listened. But now they would be FORCED to listen.
She stepped up, taking her place, and took a breath. She picked up the microphone, and smoothed out the crumpled piece of paper she'd written her speech on, and then smiled a tiny bit.
Thanks for being here today. Um. For those of you who don't know me, I am Maggie LeFebvre. I am...was Jo's best friend. And she was mine. Jo and I met about 7 months ago...I was a girl who was in a lot of trouble, even though I had a pretty charmed life. SHE was a good girl who had a hard life. We both needed each other-I gave her the fun she needed, and the big sister she'd always wanted, and she kept me focused on recovery and recompensation. But more than that, they had FUN. Two pretty girls, for Jo was pretty despite her disabilities, out in the world, shopping, gossiping, and being teenagers. Life was good. Maggie realized she was going off script, and then cleared her throat.
And then the darkest day dawned, and I lost that. But I know that wherever she is in the universe, whatever the plan is for her, Jo is up in Heaven, watching, giggling, and changing the angel's radio station. I have for you all our favorite song. Maggie stopped speaking as the music started, and her tears started to fall. Her mascara ran, and her dress was a bit wrinkly, but for once, the blonde didn't care about how she looked. She let herself FEEL.
On The Turning Away-Pink Floyd
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
With that, Maggie ran out of the church, sobbing, yelling, her mother close behind her. When they were at the far end of the parking lot, Maggie fell to the ground, and then felt Mere's arms around her.
