"Jiminshi!!" Jungkook and I called.
"What?" Jimin asked.
"We're bored." Jungkook said.
"I don't care, I'm busy, go bother Jin!" Jimin stated.
"But I don't want to..." I whined
"I don't care INDY!!!" Jimin yelled, I had jumped because I never had Jim...
Cry Baby had called me, saying that her mother had just overdosed, and was possibly dead, she told me that she didn't know, and that she had just got home, worried, I sighed. "Well Cry, maybe, call Ben, or maybe 911, I'm still planning on coming over, it's just, I have no-one to bring me over, at the moment." I said, as my voice shook, "this might be a big deal, do you know who your father is?" Cry Baby sighed, her breath was shaky, and she sounded like she was crying, as she said a slight, "no, but I think he knows about my existence." I didn't know what to do, I hated it when my friends cry. After I ended the call with Cry Baby, I called Fleur, who heard about what happened, but didn't know how it should affect her. "I know you heard." I said, when Fleur answered the phone, "about Cry's mother." "Yeah," Fleur Said, "Cry is very upset, and scared about it, I can't bare to see, or hear, her like that." I was blinking back tears, I remember while Mother, and I were living in New York, for my Broadway career, I would always call Cry Baby, and ask how she, and how her mother was, now, it felt like my world, as well as Cry's world, came crashing down. I grabbed my black dirt bike, and rode it to Cry's house. Cry's favorite song was Heaven Help Us, just like mine was, the paramedics were there, but there was nothing they could do. Ms. Martinez, was dead. I grabbed my phone, and got onto Spotify, then I played, Your Eyes Tell by BTS, quietly singing along.
Cry had no-one, no parental figure, I felt bad, we were talking about how life could continue for Cry, but it might not. A day after we found out Ms. Martinez, was dead, we were at her funeral. As soon as the person leading the funeral service (i think it was a priest, or someone, who knew what they were doing) said something about a song, I got up, brushed the skirt of my black babydoll dress.
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And walked to the altar. I had sung, Heavy by Linkin Park, and Kiara. "I don't like my mind right now Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary Wish that I could slow things down I wanna let go, but there's comfort in the panic And I drive myself crazy Thinking everything's about me Yeah, I drive myself crazy 'Cause I can't escape the gravity I'm holding on Why is everything so heavy? Holding on To so much more than I can carry I keep dragging around what's bringing me down If I just let go, I'd be set free Holding on Why is everything so heavy? You say that I'm paranoid But I'm pretty sure the world is out to get me It's not like I make the choice To let my mind stay so f*cking messy (Cry:) I know I'm not the center of the universe But you keep spinning 'round me just the same I know I'm not the center of the universe But you keep spinning 'round me just the same (Indy:) I'm holding on Why is everything so heavy? Holding on To so much more than I can carry I keep dragging around what's bringing me down If I just let go, I'd be set free Holding on Why is everything so heavy? (Cry:) I know I'm not the center of the universe You keep spinning 'round me just the same I know I'm not the center of the universe But you keep spinning 'round me just the same (Indy:) And I drive myself crazy Thinking everything's about me Holding on Why is everything so heavy? Holding on To so much more than I can carry I keep dragging around what's bringing me down If I just let go, I'd be set free Holding on Why is everything so heavy? Why is everything so heavy? Why is everything so heavy?" I sung, Cry had joined in at some parts, then I had sung, Lydia's parts, in Prolgue: Invisible, from BEETLEJUICE the Musical. "You're invisible when you're sad Clocks tick and phones still ring The world carries on like mad But nobody sees a thing Whispering behind their hands Lost for kind words to say Nobody understands And everyone goes away Grown-ups wanna fix things When they can't it only fills them with shame So they just look away Is it being greedy to need somebody to see me And say my name? Seems when you lose your mom No one turns off the sun Folks carry on, that's that You're invisible when you're sad." I sung, then I had walked back to my seat, which was next to Cry Baby's seat. Her dress was also black, but not like mine.
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Soon after the funeral, we were at the cemetery, I had began to sing my favorite MCR song, Cemetery Drive. "This night, walk the dead in a solitary style And crash the cemetery gates In the dress your husband hates Way down, mark the grave Where the search lights find us Drinking by the mausoleum door And they found you on the bathroom floor I miss you I miss you, so far And the collision of your kiss That made it so hard Back home, off the run Singing songs that make you slit your wrists It isn't that much fun? Staring down a loaded gun So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying If you want, I'll keep on crying Did you get what you deserve? Is this what you always want me for? I miss you I miss you, so far And the collision of your kiss That made it so hard Way down, way down Way down, way down Way down, way down Way down, way down I miss you I miss you, so far And the collision of your kiss That made it so hard When will I miss you? When will I miss you so far? And the collision of your kiss That made it so hard That made it so hard Way down, way down Way down, way down Way down, way down Way down, way down Way down." I sung, and Cry Baby had sung with me, as we looked at Ms. Amanda Martinez's grave. Cry Baby had actually began crying, she was sobbing by the time we got to Fleur's black Honda Civic.
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I could tell that Fleur was feeling upset about this as well, and so was Dolores, who came for emotional support, because today was an emotional day, for every member of our friend group.
(One, Amanda is not Ms. Martinez's real name, I just kind of used it, for the story, and two, yes, Cry Baby's relation to Bang Si Hyuk, is the same as last story, Cry Baby is his long lost daughter, he knows about her existence, but that's it. Ms. Martinez was all Cry Baby had, growing up, but now, that's gone too. Enjoy the rest of the story guys, bye!!!💜💜💜)
