Chapter
2
I finally had the
courage to go downstairs to watch the news coverage on how we lossed a very
loved one. My tears were dried but my heart would truly be in remission over
him forever.. or so it seemed at the moment..
"Hi, my name is John Norris on a special edition of Mtv News. Many teenage
fans have mourned for the young Backstreet Boy, gone so suddenly without
precaution, nor warning. So how exactly did the 25-year old leave us? I talked
to the boys earlier today.. here is the coverage:
Nick's eyes were very red indeed and you could tell he hardly slept that
night. Kevin looked solemn and looked down at the floor the entire time,
usually so fluent with interviews he only spoke once but it was along with the
other boys in unison. AJ couldn't attend because he was so sad, and Nick barely
picked up the bravery to attend, but felt he owed it to the fans to join. Howie
did most the speaking for his buddies.
John: Nick, I'm sorry to intrude on you like this, I know you were
Brian's best friend and this must be certainly the hardest for you to explain
this, but what exactly happend in your own words?
Nick: No, it's okay. We were in Phillie and Brian fainted on the stage
during "everyone." We thought he was joking but he started yelling
'help!' and stuff. We rushed him to the hospital and.. and.. I'm sorry.
Howie: It's okay, Nick. May I finish for you?
Nick nodded.
Howie: We rushed him to the hospital and the doctor said he had a heart
attack from the pressure of the tour and his heart was going out on him and he
didn't notice.. he died at one o' clock in the morning..
I couldn't bear it anymore, I shut off the tv and ran up to my room again.
Katie later left. My mind kept vibrating the chorus to "One sweet
day" by Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men..
And I know you're shining down on me from heaven
Like so many friends we've lost along the way
And I know eventually we'll be together
One sweet day
I hummed it and broke into another
ocean of tears again. No one would understand how I felt.. my heart has been
ripped out of my chest and I would take much emotional surgery to mend it. No
Nsync fan would ever grasp my stress.
The End
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Read the companion story, I
Wanted to Say Goodbye
