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(Take a smol 14 year old Jeremy, it looks like Exit 82 Jeremy fused with Original Jeremy)

(A/N: Mrs. Heere and Mr. Heere are not divorced yet, that happens at the end of sophomore year in my headcanon of when the divorce happens, but Mrs. Heere is at work more than Mr. Heere so that is where she is in the time of this story unless I state otherwise. Also I know how Jeremy feels in this and this is about how I acted, except I wasn’t depressed for 2 years straight but I do know how Jeremy feels. I lose a friend in fifth grade as I’ve stated before so if this seems super realistic and emotional to a point then it’s probably because I threw myself on Jeremy)
Prologue

Jeremy Heere was 14 years old when it happened. School was as bad as usual, bullying, being ignored, but the worst thing was that his best friend hadn’t showed up for a few days.

Jeremy had been used to Michael getting sick but it was typically just a bad stomach ache and he was back to school, but this was different. Jeremy’d probably texted Michael hundreds of times with no response. Then came the letter.

October 20, 2013 was a day Jeremy would hate for the rest of his life. He didn’t know what to expect with the letter, probably just a school wide field trip or a change of the rules, but it was weird when they all had to wait until they got home to open it.
Jeremy had gotten home after a long day and opened the letter. He gave it to his dad to read and he could see the pure terror in his eyes.
“Dad, what does it say?” Jeremy asked, worry filling his squeaky voice.
“Jeremy...I don’t know how to say this lightly but….Michael died this morning…” Mr. Heere said and Jeremy just started balling. He felt as if the entire world he knew had just died and he was the only thing left in it. Him and that letter.
“W-What!? M-Michael c-c-can’t be dead! W-Who am I gonna spend e-every day with!?” Jeremy was clinging to his father this point, face red as he sobbed over his best friend.
“Jeremy I-I’m sorry...I don’t know how he died...but...we can go visit his parents and figure out w-what happened…” Mr. Heere said, trying to calm his son down the best he could.

Jeremy had always been close to Michael’s parents, they were like a second family to him. They had told Jeremy that Mr. Mell and Michael had gotten into a car wreck, and while Mr. Mell had only gotten cut, bruised, and broke his wrist, Michael had been severely injured. The way the injuries were described to Jeremy hurt the poor kid’s heart.
“M-May I go into Michael’s room...I just wanna b-be alone…” Jeremy asked and the Mells nodded, and proceeded to talk to Mr. Heere while Jeremy walked upstairs.

The room smelled of Michael’s body odor and soft drinks, a smell Jeremy had come to love. He noticed that Michael’s jacket was on the end of the bed and he walked over to it, tears proceeding to fill his eyes once more. He grabbed it and put it on, zipping it up and throwing the hood over his head. He wanted to imagine Michael throwing it on him and blinding him with the hood but he couldn’t, all he could do was mourn. He sat on Michael’s bed and looked around the room. Same retro video game posters, junk food bowls, and same Super Mario Bros curtains. Nothing had changed. Nothing except for Michael not being there. Jeremy felt wrong, still living while Michael was no longer with him, and he couldn’t help but cling to the bed and cry on Michael’s pillows.

The funeral had been the worst thing. Jeremy had held his father’s hand the entire time, not saying a word until he could go see Michael. He didn’t want to, but he felt as if he had to. Michael would have wanted to see Jeremy one last time before dying anyways so it only felt right. Jeremy walked up to where Michael’s coffin was and looked down. This wasn’t the same Michael he knew. No smile, no glasses, no red hoodie(Jeremy had that now). He looked more dead than he was. Jeremy lowered his hand down to touch Michael’s cheek, and he was already sobbing again.
“Michael w..why...W-Why did it h-have to be you?” Jeremy asked, knowing he would never get a response from the corpse of his best friend. He walked away, hair falling in his face as he looked down. The speeches were given and before he knew it it was time to go.

Every day after Michael had been buried, Jeremy went to his grave and talked to him. He’d talk about how school went, maybe some progress with Christine(which was rare), and mention something about video games. There was one thing he always talked about though, and that was how much he missed Michael’s smile, his laugh, and just his existence. Jeremy felt as if his only reason to live had died and it hurt just to think about it, but he didn’t say anything depressing around Michael’s grave, as though Michael could actually hear him.

School got worse, people always spoke about Jeremy’s dead appearance, and how he always looked as if he hadn’t slept. Nobody other than Jeremy really knew Michael, but they all knew he and Jeremy had been close, some even thought they were dating, so when Jeremy started to wear Michael’s jacket, people assumed that this was true, even though Jeremy had a crush on Christine. The halls always cleared when Jeremy entered the school. Everybody whispering about him, sometimes how he looked, his smell, the fact he was always crying.

Jeremy soon started failing all of his classes and had to see the counselor. No good, he still couldn’t help himself. His mother noticed his grades slipping and before Jeremy knew it his parents were fighting.

Two years passed and they divorced. Jeremy was a junior now, and nothing had changed, nothing except his self esteem and depression got worse as time progressed.

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Take a sad thing. I was gonna do just some smol doodle but umm...i fully shaded lelelelel

BMC(c)Iconis/Trancz, novel by Ned Vizzini
AU and Art belong to me

Description
(Take a smol 14 year old Jeremy, it looks like Exit 82 Jeremy fused with Original Jeremy)

(A/N: Mrs. Heere and Mr. Heere are not divorced yet, that happens at the end of sophomore year in my headcanon of when the divorce happens, but Mrs. Heere is at work more than Mr. Heere so that is where she is in the time of this story unless I state otherwise. Also I know how Jeremy feels in this and this is about how I acted, except I wasn’t depressed for 2 years straight but I do know how Jeremy feels. I lose a friend in fifth grade as I’ve stated before so if this seems super realistic and emotional to a point then it’s probably because I threw myself on Jeremy)
Prologue

Jeremy Heere was 14 years old when it happened. School was as bad as usual, bullying, being ignored, but the worst thing was that his best friend hadn’t showed up for a few days.

Jeremy had been used to Michael getting sick but it was typically just a bad stomach ache and he was back to school, but this was different. Jeremy’d probably texted Michael hundreds of times with no response. Then came the letter.

October 20, 2013 was a day Jeremy would hate for the rest of his life. He didn’t know what to expect with the letter, probably just a school wide field trip or a change of the rules, but it was weird when they all had to wait until they got home to open it.
Jeremy had gotten home after a long day and opened the letter. He gave it to his dad to read and he could see the pure terror in his eyes.
“Dad, what does it say?” Jeremy asked, worry filling his squeaky voice.
“Jeremy...I don’t know how to say this lightly but….Michael died this morning…” Mr. Heere said and Jeremy just started balling. He felt as if the entire world he knew had just died and he was the only thing left in it. Him and that letter.
“W-What!? M-Michael c-c-can’t be dead! W-Who am I gonna spend e-every day with!?” Jeremy was clinging to his father this point, face red as he sobbed over his best friend.
“Jeremy I-I’m sorry...I don’t know how he died...but...we can go visit his parents and figure out w-what happened…” Mr. Heere said, trying to calm his son down the best he could.

Jeremy had always been close to Michael’s parents, they were like a second family to him. They had told Jeremy that Mr. Mell and Michael had gotten into a car wreck, and while Mr. Mell had only gotten cut, bruised, and broke his wrist, Michael had been severely injured. The way the injuries were described to Jeremy hurt the poor kid’s heart.
“M-May I go into Michael’s room...I just wanna b-be alone…” Jeremy asked and the Mells nodded, and proceeded to talk to Mr. Heere while Jeremy walked upstairs.

The room smelled of Michael’s body odor and soft drinks, a smell Jeremy had come to love. He noticed that Michael’s jacket was on the end of the bed and he walked over to it, tears proceeding to fill his eyes once more. He grabbed it and put it on, zipping it up and throwing the hood over his head. He wanted to imagine Michael throwing it on him and blinding him with the hood but he couldn’t, all he could do was mourn. He sat on Michael’s bed and looked around the room. Same retro video game posters, junk food bowls, and same Super Mario Bros curtains. Nothing had changed. Nothing except for Michael not being there. Jeremy felt wrong, still living while Michael was no longer with him, and he couldn’t help but cling to the bed and cry on Michael’s pillows.

The funeral had been the worst thing. Jeremy had held his father’s hand the entire time, not saying a word until he could go see Michael. He didn’t want to, but he felt as if he had to. Michael would have wanted to see Jeremy one last time before dying anyways so it only felt right. Jeremy walked up to where Michael’s coffin was and looked down. This wasn’t the same Michael he knew. No smile, no glasses, no red hoodie(Jeremy had that now). He looked more dead than he was. Jeremy lowered his hand down to touch Michael’s cheek, and he was already sobbing again.
“Michael w..why...W-Why did it h-have to be you?” Jeremy asked, knowing he would never get a response from the corpse of his best friend. He walked away, hair falling in his face as he looked down. The speeches were given and before he knew it it was time to go.

Every day after Michael had been buried, Jeremy went to his grave and talked to him. He’d talk about how school went, maybe some progress with Christine(which was rare), and mention something about video games. There was one thing he always talked about though, and that was how much he missed Michael’s smile, his laugh, and just his existence. Jeremy felt as if his only reason to live had died and it hurt just to think about it, but he didn’t say anything depressing around Michael’s grave, as though Michael could actually hear him.

School got worse, people always spoke about Jeremy’s dead appearance, and how he always looked as if he hadn’t slept. Nobody other than Jeremy really knew Michael, but they all knew he and Jeremy had been close, some even thought they were dating, so when Jeremy started to wear Michael’s jacket, people assumed that this was true, even though Jeremy had a crush on Christine. The halls always cleared when Jeremy entered the school. Everybody whispering about him, sometimes how he looked, his smell, the fact he was always crying.

Jeremy soon started failing all of his classes and had to see the counselor. No good, he still couldn’t help himself. His mother noticed his grades slipping and before Jeremy knew it his parents were fighting.

Two years passed and they divorced. Jeremy was a junior now, and nothing had changed, nothing except his self esteem and depression got worse as time progressed.

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Take a sad thing. I was gonna do just some smol doodle but umm...i fully shaded lelelelel

BMC(c)Iconis/Trancz, novel by Ned Vizzini
AU and Art belong to me