"Thank you for loving me."
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No one would think that the Davy Wade would die, much less, kill himself.
He was the epitome of a good person. Some even thought he was the second coming of Christ. But when the shock and confusion of Davy's suicide co...
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t h e p r o b l e m w i t h d a v y
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Davy's funeral was like a funeral.
The clouds proceeded to hide the sun occasionally, the wind was light enough to make it more dramatic, sobs from random people bursted out at random times, Mr. and Mrs. Wade couldn't even look at the coffin, yet Dawson couldn't tear his gaze away. Most of the town was here, and I think people from other towns attended as well. My mom and dad stood next to me, trying to mentally comfort me because I wouldn't allow them to touch me. I looked at Davy's dark brown coffin as it descended into the hole in the ground, and moved my eyes to scrutinize his gravestone. It was a piece of cement slabbed into the ground, about 2 ft high.
DAVY JONATHAN WADE was etched across the top in cutting letters. Below it read, Loving Son, Friend, and Citizen. We will never forget you. 1998-2016. I felt as if the words were mocking me. As well as the inconsistent sun, and the wind that continued to blow my hair in my face. I felt as if I was being made fun of while looking at all the faces of people I didn't know, and probably Davy didn't even know, cry their tiny hearts out for a boy who killed himself. It made me sick.
Davy's mom and dad went up to his coffin and placed the first roses on it. Everyone followed in suit, and by the end of it I seemed as if there were enough roses to wrap around the whole world once. They finally lowered him to the ground after that with some bible passage I didn't know, and that was it. Davy was gone.
Everyone slowly dispersed after he was lowered and buried. The Wade's said their final goodbyes in sobs and walked away. I gazed at Davy's gravestone once more and turned away not knowing how to say goodbye, not knowing if I could. As I walked away with my family slowly behind, I caught the stare of Dawson who was holding his mother in his arms. His stare reminded me of our plan this evening, and goosebumps racked my skin in curiosity. I stayed in my clothes once I got home and waited in my room, trying to distract myself by researching colleges. I still didn't know what to do, or where to go. I always hoped Davy would've helped me, or showed me the way, or his way.
I was looking at some random college when two bright lights swerved through my bedroom window. I hopped out of my bed and ran to my window to see Dawson's truck in my driveway. I grabbed my black coat, and ran downstairs. It was almost obvious that my curiosity was getting the best of me, but I really didn't mind.
"Where are you going?" My mom called from the living room.
"Taking a walk!" I yelled as I bursted out the door, not giving an explanation. I jogged to Dawson's car and pulled open the door, breathing heavy from the sudden drop in temperature.
"Seatbelt." That was all he said, and then proceeded to speed out of my driveway. The radio was on only for a low hum, and the heat was blasting in our faces, but I enjoyed the thawing of my ears.
