The Abandonment (Train Jackson's Grave)

Subject: The Abandonment (Train Jackson's Grave) Mon Apr 25, 2011 9:50 pm

Travie wept to himself, laying on the ground that had buried a thousand memories. It was the second day of Travie's life, and the young 14 year old's mother had left him. She wasn't dead, since it would never be, but she was indeed gone. Travie closed his eyes, and let the tears stain his shirt. He started humming a song he saw fit, two really: Tear Drops on my Guitar, and Hey Soul Sister. He missed his mom, no, he longed for his mom to return. She wasn't buried in the ground bellow him, but she was in the Underworld; her mortal body, the one that could never die.

Travie carefully examined the tombstone Travie himself had created for her. It was perfect. The small stone fit his mother exactly, and the little writing was perfectly visible. The stone was made of white marble, and the writing was deep blue, the color of Train's eyes. That was the sad, ironic, part; Train's eyes. The writing read:

Train Brenna Jackson
1977-2011
Died of a broken heart, and a heart attack
Mother of Travis "Travie" Henry Jackson and Love Interest of Remington "Red" Ukraine

Travie sighed and gently sat up. He hoped no one was here to see him, he was making a complete fool of himself in public. But, he should have know, when he heard a voice. It came from behind him and may or may not have been there from the time he collapsed or not. If it had, well then, good for it. If it hadn't, good for Travie.

"Are you okay, kid?"

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The Abandonment (Train Jackson's Grave) Kayas611

A N N A L E A H [anna ; effy] A S H W O O D

Anna's eyes travel toward a girl's grave, stumbling upon one person's name--and one person only: Train. Her voice chokes as she tries to think back to before--the last and very first time she saw the young girl. She seemed so determined, so know-it-all, that Anna couldn't handle it any longer. She snapped at the girl's ridiculous behavior, making sure she was well aware that every damn human being is somewhat problematic. Only on different levels. Anna's throat clenches, as well as her fists, betting the cruel child did this to herself, just to damn Anna to hell. Well, that's never going to happen. "I wish you a peaceful afterlife." she says aloud, saying her condolences, "You have your flaws, but don't we all? I'm sorry we ended on 'bad terms.' It's my fault for losing control." she feels a tear escape from the eyelid, before she wipes it away with the back of her palm. Anna nods, silently, closing her eyes and thinking of the little teenager. She turns away, heading back toward camp, mumbling, "I wish your child a long and happy life."

-- My char's name was Brenna. D8< Stealer of names. ;p

Subject: Re: The Abandonment (Train Jackson's Grave) Wed Apr 27, 2011 7:57 pm

--Lol, sorry. I was naming her after my friend. xD--

The Abandonment (Train Jackson's Grave) Zac-Efron

Travie l Jackson

"Yeah I might mess around and get my college degree . . ."

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Travie's head jerked up at the sound of some girl talking about his mom. His eyes were still stained red, and tears still poured out of them. The whole thing about his mother dieing had really changed him. Travie had known her for only two days, and then she went and left him. Well, maybe she was living the good life down in the Underworld. Knowing his mom as well as if he'd known her for ages, he knew she was probably forcing some other dead people to do her paradise style work.

"Y--You know m--My . . . I mean Train?" Travie nearly broke down when he spoke his mother's name, and it seemed foreign. He had called her Mom, and Mommy, and Momma but never Train. In his head, she was Mom. Train just didn't fit right, even though hardly anyone even thought of her as a mom.

"Were you guys . . . F--Friends?" It was so hard for Travie to keep his voice from cracking as he practically whined each word. Travie didn't have any friends. He tried to talk to others, but he always just went back to his mom. Now that she was gone, he didn't have anyone to turn to. His wall was gone, and he didn't have anyone to talk to. That thought just made him cry again.

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"Bet my old man will be so proud of me!"

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