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Car Crash~Johnny Christ

My grandpa decided to take me out after school one day. We were celebrating because I had gotten all a's and I had got a boyfriend (which I didn't mention), while I also made the basketball team. My boyfriend is Johnny Christ, shortest kid in the grade and best friends with the tallest guy in our grade. We're in 10th grade at Huntington High in California.

Anyway, my grandpa was driving like usual until he almost missed the road to the ice cream parlour. He parked and grinned at me, all the sadness and stress of losing a son disappearing from his face.

"Come on, Bobbi, lets go in," he said and we got out, locking the doors behind us. We went inside and he got a plain vanilla scoop and I got a cookies and cream scoop.

We sat down and talked about anything and everything, even after we'd finished. "So . . . what do you say we go to get you a tattoo and whatever piercing you want?" He asked, a glint in his blue eyes. "Oh my . . . are you serious?!" He nodded and I squealed in happiness. "And no one can stop you since I'm going to sign the paper that allows you to get one." I smiled happily for the first time in a long time.

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed and hugged him as he stood up. For 82, he kept himself up and going pretty well. "Oh, Bobbi, something for you . . . " he said and held me a medium sized package.

I opened it slowly as we sat in the parking lot. It was two pictures of me and my uncle, the son he'd lost, that was blown up. We were smiling happily at the camera and the other was one of me and him making goofy faces at each other. I felt tears sting the back of my eyes. "Thank you," I murmured quietly, my voice shaking. He smiled sadly and pulled out of the parking lot. "I'm so proud of you . . . for staying strong. I know it was hard, but you put on a brave face for us. I'm proud of you no matter what."

I smiled and him and I don't think he knows how much that means to me. "Thank you, again, I–" I was cut off as a horn blared at us. I looked up through the windshield and seen a car coming straight at us. My grandpa tried to turn the steering wheel away and he looked at me in panic. "I love you Bobbi," he rushed in a panic and I returned it, sobbing hysterically.

Then there was the sickening thud of his head on the dash while my head bashed against the window, shattering it. Then there was burning rubber and pitch black.

~.~.~.~.~

I woke up with the smell of hospital in my nose and a tube down my throat. The fuck? I looked around the room and wondered why I was here. I seen Johnny in the chair next to me, wringing his hands nervously.

"Johnny?" I said his name, my voice coming out high pitched and childish. He looked up at me, the worry vanishing from his eyes and face. "Oh thank God," he breathed, hugging me carefully. "What . . . what happened?" I asked, looking around the room.

"Um . . . you . . . you and your grandpa . . . were in an accident yesterday . . . you have a concussion and slight memory loss." I felt sick at my stomach. But wait a minute . . . my grandpa. The fact that Johnny didn't mention him made me sick at my stomach. "My-my-my-my . . . grandpa, Johnny, my grandpa, where is he?" I asked, tripping over my words. He signed and looked up at me, his eyes shining with tears. Oh no . . . oh God please no . . .

"He . . . he died on impact," Johnny finally said and I just sat there silently. Suddenly, with no control whatsoever, I opened my mouth widely and screamed. "NO! ANYONE BUT HIM!! ITS NOT TRUE!!! WHY WOULD YOU PEOPLE DO THIS! WHERE IS MY GRANDPA!!!" I kept repeating that over and over until the nurses came in.

They put me to sleep while I kept thrashing around. "No," I whimpered until I fell asleep.

"I love you Bobbi!" My grandpas frantic voice echoed through my head. I seen the panicked look on his face as I said, "I love you too." Then the car slammed into us and his head busted on the dashboard while mine busted the window.

I shot up straight in the bed and started sobbing again. Johnny looked at me sadly, before telling me, "Hey, Jimmy's here . . . do you wanna see him?" I nodded, maybe if I see my friends it'll help.

He brought him in. "Hey, Bobbi," he said softly. He had something in his hands . . . something I couldn't see. "Whatcha got, Jim?" I asked, motioning to the thing in his hands as I wiped my eyes.

"Er . . . a couple things they found at the scene . . . " he said and handed them to me. The first one was the pictures of my  uncle Jimmy and I. The frames glass was shattered and cracked, but it was still in good shape. The next thing was a tattered but still legible paper. It was the thing that allowed me to get a tattoo.

I felt a lump in my throat and when I caught a whiff of my grandpas cologne, I lost it. Johnny and Jimmy comforted me while I cried my eyeballs out.

"I miss him so much," I sobbed and they nodded, calming me down.

~3 suicidal and music filled years later~

I poured my heart out on the stage, in front of literally thousands of people. My band, Falling from Grace (made it up), hit it huge last year and this is one of the last shows on this tour.

I held onto the microphone tightly and I leaned forward and cried silently. I moved my head away, wiping tears. The crowd murmured to themselves. "Uh . . . sorry guys," I apologised weakly. "Just . . . the song is really emotional for me . . . I wrote it about my grandpa. We were in an accident the spring break of 2013 and he . . . he died. I'm lucky to be standing here right now." I turned and seen Johnny and his band in the backstage area. He smiled and gave a thumbs up while the others waved like idiots. "Ok, enough of us hogging the stage . . . who's ready for Avenged Sevenfold?" I asked and waited, grinning as they screamed. "Sorry what, couldn't hear ya," I teased lightly and they screamed louder. "Alright, Falling From Grace is outta here."

I left the stage and was immediately pulled into a hug by Johnny. "Thanks," I said, holding him tightly. "Anytime," he said and I looked down at the engagement ring on my finger. "Just a little more time and then we're there," I said and hugged him again. "Good luck guys!" I yelled as they went on stage.

My best friend, Chrissy who is the bassist for the band, came and sat next to me. "Hey, I know how close you two were . . . you ok?" She asked and I nodded, "Yeah . . . it's just . . . it still hurts, Chrissy." She smiled, "I know it will. But you'll see him again someday." I smiled and leaned my head on her shoulder. "Thanks."

I looked down at my forearm at the tattoos I had gotten the week after my grandpa died. One of them was a heart with my uncle Jimmy's name in it in cursive with his birth date and death date under it with an arrow going gruesomely through the heart.

The one I had gotten in memory of my grandpa was one that said, "Remember, be who you really are. Don't fake it. Just trust who you love and love who you trust and nothing will go wrong." Then it had his birth and  death dates underneath it, as well as his name. Sure, I had other tattoos, but those were my favourites.

But there's always something to learn. The one thing I had to learn was never take things for granted. I made the promise three years ago that I wouldn't and I really haven't.

Thanks, grandpa . . . for everything.

I cried writing this, no joke. No, my grandpa isn't dead but the idea suddenly hit me as I was going down the road.
... bad pun to make after a story about car crashes.... sorry. But hey I updated... so... be happy I guess. Bye guys,
-Poison 👻