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My Way Home
By -sarah- ~foREVer~
I wiped a small tear away from under my eye. It had been five years since Jimmy's passing. We still
missed him dearly. And today was his birthday; we celebrated it every year. Avenged had powered
through their new album, but only barely.
I had replaced Jimmy, but let's face it, no one could fill his shoes. I took his stage name as my
own... Leana Plague. The boys thought it was a great idea for me to take over for my late hubby. For
about a year before he died, I had been taking drumming lessons, as a surprise for his birthday...
He never got to hear me play.
Zacky always assured me that he's be proud, that this is how he would've wanted Avenged Sevenfold
to carry on.
So did everybody else. Despite being a new rockstar, I hadn't even looked at another guy because I
knew the only one for me could be Jimmy. Tonight wouldn't be any different.
Tonight was our ode to our best friend, and we had just released our new album earlier today, so we
were doing a special concert. It had to be perfect.
“You look great, Lee,” Val assured me.
I looked at her, “I hope so,” then muttered, “This is for you, baby.”
Then I heard his voice. My Jimmy's. He said, “You're doing great, I'm so proud of you.
I love you. Tell Matt his voice sounds even better, Johnny that he's still short, Zacky that he's
still my best friend, and Brian that he'd better not get my name tattooed on his ass.”
I giggled a bit at that last one, and softy told him I would.
“And you, Mrs. Plague, I love you. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met, and I can't
wait to be able to hold you again. Plus, the afterlife's not so bad. It's quite nice.”
I smiled a broad smile, happy that my baby was happy. Happy that we were still great in his eyes.
That he loved still. Another silent tear slid down my cheek.
My thoughts were interrupted by Brian calling out to me.
“Lee! We need to do a sound check!” he called.
“Don't get your panties in a knot, Gates. Oh! And by the way, Jimmy said not to get his name
tattooed on your ass!” I smiled sweetly.
“Jimmy? He told you? What?” he looked confused.
“He talked to me. Told me he missed me. Matt, he said your voice is great. Zack, you're still
his best friend, and Johnny, you're still short.”
“Wow. You know, the strange part is, I believe you. That's something Jimmy would do.”
Matt said. After I yelled at Brian, everyone had circled me.
With everybody, including myself, in awe, we went to sound check, only half there. After that, we
all began getting ready for the show.
“So he really told you all of that stuff?” Johnny questioned.
“Wow... but that just screams Jim, though,” he laughed.
“Yeah,” Zack cut in, “leave it to him to pull off a supernatural stunt.”
“God, I miss him,” Brian added.
After that little burst, we all went back to applying our makeup. Once we were all finished, we
strutted on stage and began the show.
“As some of you may know,” Matt screamed, “tonight is our dear friend, and
deceased drummer's birthday.”
Matt put the mic back up to his mouth and continued, “This show is in his honor!”
After the little intro, we launched into our first song in the set.
I was drumming better than I ever had that night, I had Jimmy's energy flowing through my veins. We
were on fire!
After the show, as we were all sitting backstage, I heard his voice again.
“That was the best show to date. You are amazing, Lee. Tell the guys that they were, too. I
love you all. Never ever forget that. I'll see you soon, baby.”
When he said that, Jimmy's voice faded away. See you soon? What did that mean? I'm not going to
worry about it, though. Because even if I am taken away from this world, I'll be on my way home...
Back with Jimmy. In Heaven.
Later that evening, I discovered why he said “soon”.
On the plane on the way to the next venue, one of the engine's failed. We crashed.
There were no survivors. While lying in the rubble, waiting for my angel, I looked over to see all
my dearest friends. Dead. It made me sad, but I knew I would see them again.
A few moments later, they all greeted me at the gates of heaven. Jimmy pulled me in his arms and
“I missed you, baby. I'm so glad you're here with me.” he said.
I buried my head in his shoulder and said, “Me, too.”
We were all reunited once more, and Jim was right, the afterlife was pretty damn awesome. Plus, now
I know were thunder comes from.
Next time there's a storm, just know it's a shout out from heaven; Jimmy and me playing the drums.
A/N: So that was not my first story, but the first one I liked enough to post. Let me know what you
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