I Wont See You Tonight
I Wont See You Tonight: Part 2
Zacky's POV
Tears stung my puffy, red eyes. When I read that note I thought he meant, leaving. Not that.
I can still remember that day. 18th August 2002.
Flashback
I walked through the door to find complete quietness. I had just come back from my sister's Aimee. Two days earlier, she had my little baby nephew Brandon. God he was cute! Obviously, he gets his looks from his Uncle Zacky. I giggled at my own thought. I looked into the living room door, only to find nothing. Weird, I thought to myself. If im not home, then usually Bri's playing Pantera really loudly or he's playing his piano/guitar. Maybe he's just out. But he would have called me. He ran out of credit. It happens all the time with him. I told myself to shut up. He's gunna be fine. Jeez, he's a grown man. I walked into the kitchen and on the table was a note addressed to me. I looked at the handwriting and instantly recognized it. It was from Bri. A small grin appeared on my face as I opened it.
I still have that note. I remember how I reacted to reading that.
The grin on my face dropped as I re-read it through for the fourth time. Thoughts whizzed round my head. Was I to blame? What had I done wrong? Why wasn't he here with me. The note fell to the floor. I picked up a cup on the side, the one that he had coffee in this morning. Anger burst through my body. I chucked the cup across the room, hitting against the wall it shattered into a thousand different pieces. I went into the living room, kicking the coffee table making it fly onto it's side. I smashed anything my hands could reach. The vase, some books, a CD rack and a couple of dvd's all ended up broken on the floor. I punched the wall really hard, my knuckles cracking.I fell to the floor, sobbing like a little child that has had it's favorite toy taking away from it. I sat there and cried all night. For three days, the only thing I did was cry, sleep and cry again.
After persuasion from my sister and the guys, I realised, this isn't how Brian would have wanted me to have been. He would have wanted me to get on with my life. Not sit around like a baby, sulking and refusing to do anything. I had to do something. Something that would get the thought of him out of my mind. I had to forget him. I got married to a beautiful woman named Lou. We had two gorgeous little children. Shannon and Brian. Even though he was only 3, he was exactly like him. He had his smile. Every time he giggled, it reminded me of his laugh.
I woke up in the morning, three days after I read that note. I dragged my sorry ass out of bed to go make a cup of coffee, the only thing I had been drinking. A sharp knock on the door came. I though it was Matt. I opened it up to find a police officer standing there.
"Are you Mr Zachary Baker?" The police woman looked towards me.
"Yes. How can I help?" I answered nervously. Had I done something lately???
"I'm PWC Carole Brown. I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. You may want to sit down." She followed me into the kitchen where I sat at the table. She stayed where she was, backed up against the wall.
"We found Mr Brian Haner dead in the river. It appears that he killed himself but there will be an investigation as there wasn't any suicide note on the scene." She looked at me with sympathy. I sniffed slightly, tears running down my face. I knew this day was going to come. I handed her the note that I had gotten from him.
"Oh...well we won't investigate it then. I'm sorry about your loss." She put the note back on the table and saw herself out of the door. I collapsed onto the floor and cried hysterically. My Bri was actually gone. I'd never see him again. Ever.
I sat on the bench at the park, watching Shannon and Brian play football. Lou sat next to me holding my hand. I sighed to myself. Five years today. I still wondered what would have happened if he had never done it. Would we be married? Would we have adopted a child? That was all in the past though. Lou looked up at me.
"You still miss him, don't you?" I nodded slightly. I had told her everything about me and him.
"Well let's go visit him then. He'd like that." She smiled slightly. Getting the kids, we walked towards the cemetery.
Brian Elwin Haner Jnr.
July 7th 1981 - 18th August 2002
Aged 21
Dear brother, son and fiance. You
will be missed greatly.
Thanks to everyone that read it. Thanks to Izzy who came up with his death :D
Lou for being his wife and coming up with the policewoman's name =]
ILY
x-x-x
Tears stung my puffy, red eyes. When I read that note I thought he meant, leaving. Not that.
I can still remember that day. 18th August 2002.
Flashback
I walked through the door to find complete quietness. I had just come back from my sister's Aimee. Two days earlier, she had my little baby nephew Brandon. God he was cute! Obviously, he gets his looks from his Uncle Zacky. I giggled at my own thought. I looked into the living room door, only to find nothing. Weird, I thought to myself. If im not home, then usually Bri's playing Pantera really loudly or he's playing his piano/guitar. Maybe he's just out. But he would have called me. He ran out of credit. It happens all the time with him. I told myself to shut up. He's gunna be fine. Jeez, he's a grown man. I walked into the kitchen and on the table was a note addressed to me. I looked at the handwriting and instantly recognized it. It was from Bri. A small grin appeared on my face as I opened it.
I still have that note. I remember how I reacted to reading that.
The grin on my face dropped as I re-read it through for the fourth time. Thoughts whizzed round my head. Was I to blame? What had I done wrong? Why wasn't he here with me. The note fell to the floor. I picked up a cup on the side, the one that he had coffee in this morning. Anger burst through my body. I chucked the cup across the room, hitting against the wall it shattered into a thousand different pieces. I went into the living room, kicking the coffee table making it fly onto it's side. I smashed anything my hands could reach. The vase, some books, a CD rack and a couple of dvd's all ended up broken on the floor. I punched the wall really hard, my knuckles cracking.I fell to the floor, sobbing like a little child that has had it's favorite toy taking away from it. I sat there and cried all night. For three days, the only thing I did was cry, sleep and cry again.
After persuasion from my sister and the guys, I realised, this isn't how Brian would have wanted me to have been. He would have wanted me to get on with my life. Not sit around like a baby, sulking and refusing to do anything. I had to do something. Something that would get the thought of him out of my mind. I had to forget him. I got married to a beautiful woman named Lou. We had two gorgeous little children. Shannon and Brian. Even though he was only 3, he was exactly like him. He had his smile. Every time he giggled, it reminded me of his laugh.
I woke up in the morning, three days after I read that note. I dragged my sorry ass out of bed to go make a cup of coffee, the only thing I had been drinking. A sharp knock on the door came. I though it was Matt. I opened it up to find a police officer standing there.
"Are you Mr Zachary Baker?" The police woman looked towards me.
"Yes. How can I help?" I answered nervously. Had I done something lately???
"I'm PWC Carole Brown. I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. You may want to sit down." She followed me into the kitchen where I sat at the table. She stayed where she was, backed up against the wall.
"We found Mr Brian Haner dead in the river. It appears that he killed himself but there will be an investigation as there wasn't any suicide note on the scene." She looked at me with sympathy. I sniffed slightly, tears running down my face. I knew this day was going to come. I handed her the note that I had gotten from him.
"Oh...well we won't investigate it then. I'm sorry about your loss." She put the note back on the table and saw herself out of the door. I collapsed onto the floor and cried hysterically. My Bri was actually gone. I'd never see him again. Ever.
I sat on the bench at the park, watching Shannon and Brian play football. Lou sat next to me holding my hand. I sighed to myself. Five years today. I still wondered what would have happened if he had never done it. Would we be married? Would we have adopted a child? That was all in the past though. Lou looked up at me.
"You still miss him, don't you?" I nodded slightly. I had told her everything about me and him.
"Well let's go visit him then. He'd like that." She smiled slightly. Getting the kids, we walked towards the cemetery.
Brian Elwin Haner Jnr.
July 7th 1981 - 18th August 2002
Aged 21
Dear brother, son and fiance. You
will be missed greatly.
Thanks to everyone that read it. Thanks to Izzy who came up with his death :D
Lou for being his wife and coming up with the policewoman's name =]
ILY
x-x-x