Hey everyone!! I decided to make chapter 2 a song fic. W00t, go Torchick!! Anyways, this chapter is in May's POV, hope ya like!! Disclaimer: The song is by Blink 182 and is owned by them and Geffen Records. Pokemon is owned by Satoshi Tijari and the people from Ninetendo and 4Kids. The fic is mine. Enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2: Aftermath/"I Miss You" [Hello there, the angel from my nightmare The shadow in the background of the morgue] The rain hit his forehead and blended with his tears. Tears from the pain I had caused. I told him to stop. I told him it wasn't my fault. I told him the wrong thing. He pulled out a gun. I recognized it. It was my father's, Brendan had probably stolen it on our last visit to Littleroot. Did he know that I was going to hurt him so bad? Probably not. The words I had said shocked even myself, because what I said had been a lie. I didn't love Wally, I loved Brendan but there was no way to tell him. Now it was too late... Way too late. I told Brendan he was jealous of Wally. "Do you consider this jealous?" he had asked me. Then he grabbed the gun (which Dad had loaded in case of a major emergency) and shot himself in the head. I was never going to forget that scene, even though I wanted to so badly. [The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley We can live like Jack and Sally if we want Where you can always find me We'll have Halloween on Christmas And in the night we'll wish this never ends We'll wish this never ends] Brendan Birch was dead. All because of my mistake. I should've never congratulated Wally on his win against Brendan. I should've never lied ad told Brendan I loved Wally. I should've never accused Brendan of being jealous. It was my fault Brendan shot himself. The grief and pain on the Birches' faces was caused by me. I told them I was sorry for their loss a million times. I could've said it a million more and it still wouldn't be enough. [I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you] I never told Dad that the reason his gun was missing was that Brendan stole it and killed himself with it. I never told anyone that Brendan killed himself because of me. I told them all I was out of town when it happened. I lied. [Where are you and I'm so sorry I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight.] A picture tells one thousand words. If someone had photographed the scene that happened the night Brendan died, the only words the photo would've said is "May Maple is a lying bitch who caused her friend so much grief that he killed himself." And the picture would've been right. [I need somebody and always This sick strange darkness Comes creeping on so haunting every time] Brendan, I'm so sorry. I wish I could turn back time so that none of this would ever happen. Then you'd be here, talking to me, laughing with me. I wouldn't be alone. [And as I stared I counted Webs from all the spiders Catching things and eating their insides] The room is dimly lighted. A computer sits in the corner, gathering dust and spider webs. The bed is neatly made and picture books are in perfect order in a mahogany bookshelf. A radio and television set are near the computer. Everything needs to be dusted and cleaned. I guess it's too hard for is parents to come back to Brendan's room. I leave because it's too much to bear. Everything in there is the same as when Brendan was alive. Except there's no Brendan in there to mess up the bed, or play on his computer, or turn on the TV, or listen to the radio, or read the books, or be yelled at to clean his room. [Like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason Will you come home and stop this pain tonight Stop this pain tonight] Back in my room, I pick up my PokeGear. I look at it longingly and dial Brendan's number from memory. "The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service," the operator said calmly. "STOP TALKING SO CALMLY!! GET BRENDAN ON THE LINE NOW!!! GET HIM ON THE LINE NOW!!" I screamed, throwing the PokeGear at the wall. It breaks and the pieces fly everywhere but I didn't care. I flung myself to the floor and started kicking and crying. "BRING HIM BACK!! BRING HIM BACK!! I NEVER MEANT TO DO THAT!! JUST BRING HIM BACK!!" My parents are at the doorway along with the Birches and they're all staring at me oddly. "I NEVER KNEW HE STOLE DADDY'S GUN AND THAT HE PLANNED TO KILL HIMSELF WITH IT! I NEVER KNEW THAT MY LIE WOULD HURT HIM SO MUCH HE'D KILL HIMSELF! I DIDN'T KNOW, I DIDN'T KNOW!! BRING HIM BACK!! BRING BRENDAN BACK!!" The Birches have tears in their eyes. [Don't waste your time on me you're already The voice inside my head (miss you miss you) Don't waste your time on me you're already The voice inside my head (miss you miss you] "May, we had no idea," my mother whispers and for a second I stop yelling. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Tears are streaming down my face. Even though my parents and the Birches are with me, I'm all alone in the mirror because Brendan isn't there. I grab a PokeBall and throw it at the mirror. It shatters into a million little pieces and my reflections in all of them. "I didn't want him to know how much I loved him..." [Don't waste your time on me you're already The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you) Don't waste your time on me you're already The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~