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Stop Crying Your Heart Out
By VengeanceAtMidnight

 

I was stood at the back of the church watching my family, friends and co-workers fill the pews silently, each wiping tears from their eyes. I gazed at the single ray of light shining through the painted glass to hit the altar where I would be resting in a few moments. When the last person was seated the enormous wooden doors creaked open and a flash of light blinded me. I turned around to see if anyone else was affected, but they couldn't see past the salty tears. Confused, I turned back to see a man standing in a white robe that fell down to his feet. He had a gold ribbon tied around his waist and held a book in his hand. I immediately knew who he was and why he was here. I shook my head at him and whispered, "not yet, just a couple more hours then I'll come."

The instrumental version of "I Won't See You Tonight Part 1" began to play, and through the light came my four best friends carrying me on their shoulders. Each had a mournful look on their face and I knew they were fighting a war trying to keep their tears undiscovered. They gently placed me down then took their places on the first row next to their girlfriends and wives. My beautiful Leana looked as lovely as the first day I met her, even with the running mascara, and red puffy eyes. She was the one person I wanted to speak to again, to touch, and to hold. Valary and Brian were sitting either side of her, and I knew from the way they were soothing her, they would be there for her in my place.

I listened as my father stood up and reminisced, sobbed and told every one of how proud he was and how much I had managed to achieve. Once he had been accompanied back to the front row by my mother, one of my best friends, Jason Berry stood up and cracked a few jokes to lighten the heavy atmosphere he knew I wouldn't want. It seemed to work, I noticed the majority of people smiling and brightening up. The minister nodded to Matt and stepped to the side. The band stood up and walked to the front of the church. Behind my coffin were two guitars and a bass on stands, and four microphones on stands that I hadn't noticed earlier.

Zacky and Matt started off playing "Seize The Day" and I smiled to myself as I felt the raw emotion of sorrow in their voices. Brian and Johnny joined in after, and I could hear my drumming in the background. I started to choke on my own tears as it finally hit me about how much I would be losing when I stepped into that light. When Brian played the solo, the guys all closed their eyes and got lost in the music. I felt like we were back in Matt's garage again like when we were younger, when nothing could stop us and when we were having the time of our lives.

When the service was finished, the guys carried me out to the place where I would be laid to rest. The sun was out, blinding their eyes as they stepped out of the church. There was also a wicked wind flying in-between everyone, darting past their heads and knocking their hats off, or cheekily running up the women's skirts. I followed the gathering, humming Oasis's "Stop Crying Your Heart Out" to myself. Suddenly, the lyrics seemed so relevant to what was happening in front of me.


"Hold up!
Hold on!
Don't be scared,
You'll never change what's been and gone
May your smile, (may your smile)
Shine on, (shine on)
Don't be scared, (don't be scared)
Your destiny may keep you warm
."


I sauntered over to my wife and rested my ghostly hand on her cheek. The moment I touched her she closed her eyes and shivered.

"Jimmy?" She asked in no more than a whimper; fresh tears emerging from her gorgeous green eyes.

"Yeah babe, it's me," I breathed into her ear. Of course she couldn't hear me, but I knew she could feel my presence and that was enough.

"Val, he's here! I can feel him!" Leanna's voice was muffled as she buried her face into her best friends shoulder.

Valary let out a big sigh and murmured "I think he's telling us it's time to party."

They both started giggling and relief washed over me. If she could laugh now; my baby would be fine.


"'Cause all of the stars
Have faded away
Just try not to worry,
You'll see them someday,
Take what you need,
And be on your way and
Stop crying your heart out
."


I looked up to the guys and my smile faded. They were huddled by a tree looking at the ground. I briskly marched over to them and spoke into each of their ears, "what's done is done. You can't change that, so cry all your tears now and be on your way. You have your own lives to lead without me casting a black cloud over your heads." Johnny gasped, Matt's mouth dropped open, Zacky looked confused and Brian stammered in disbelief.

"D-d-did y-you hear that?!" The other three nodded and I laughed. They all looked like they had just shit their pants. This haunting thing was getting kinda fun. I heard someone clear their throat behind me and I whizzed around. The man in the white robe was standing motionlessly.

"Not yet, please," I pleaded. Without making a sound he vanished.

"Do you think that was Jimmy?" Matt asked.

"It kinda sounded like him... God, what are we going to do without him?" Zacky covered his face with his hands as he sobbed.

Brian rubbed his back soothingly and replied "I don't know. We'll figure that out later. But today we cry, and then we party. Jimmy showed us that life is way too fucking short to mess around. We gotta have fun while it lasts, because tomorrow it could all be gone." I cheered and it sent a huge gust of wind over them, almost knocking Johnny over who wasn't standing properly.

"I think Jimmy agrees," Matt laughed. The others laughed and went to join the rest of the crowd who were heading over to my wake.

Brian hesitated and looked at my grave which was a few metres away. Hundreds of brightly coloured flowers surrounded it with cards lying on top. I had a great life; even though it was cut short, I still felt proud of myself and had collected some amazing memories. Brian sighed and bit his lip. "Bye Jimmy, no-one will ever forget you. How could we?" He smiled.

I patted him on the shoulder and he flinched. I let out a chuckle and watched him look around to see who had just touched him. "Take good care of Leana for me. If you don't I'll fucking kick your ass in the afterlife." I warned him.

"Don't worry, I will." Brian muttered to himself. I gawped at him for a few seconds. How could he hear me? "I can't hear you Jimmy, but I know you so well. I knew what you would say. Rest in peace you crazy motherfucker," he grinned as he made his way to the rest of the group.

I stood by my grave watching them all walk away holding one another. They had found closure, and so had I.

I looked up to the sky and called to the man in the white robe, "I'm ready now." He appeared almost instantly by my side and nodded his head. That same bright light flashed in front of me again but this time my eyes were used to it. I gazed over my body and yelled in surprise as I saw it was shining. My body felt light, and I felt as if I was walking on air. Nothing could compare to this feeling. I knew that on the other side I would find peace in the light and there I would wait for my loved ones to come when their time is right.

~~~~~~~~
Fuck. It still hasn't properly sunk in that he's gone.
I hope he is at peace wherever he is now.

This song just reminded me of how we shouldn't be mourning for too long, but celebrating his amazing life. And that we will meet him in the afterlife some day where he will be sat playing his drums. :)

R.I.P
Jimmy "The Rev" Sullivan

 

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