Last Goodbye
This is the prologue to a fanfic that I've wrote about Lil Wayne.
Title: Last Goodbye: Prologue
Author: johnnypickalot
Rating: R or Mature
Summary: Wayne has just lost someone very dear to him and he's not coping that well. His friends and family tried to help him out of the 6 foot hole he's digging for himself but all he can do is get lost in the memories...the memories of her...Iris.
Lil’ Wayne woke to the sound of his voice playing in the background of the studio. His eyes fluttered open and he started uncomfortably. As he stretched, he checked his surroundings…Blunts in the ash tray. Styrofoam cup in one hand. And he was alone. Wayne popped his neck as he got up from his chair and walked up to the window. It was still dark outside.
“Damn…they just left my ass.” He mumbled as he made to take a sip of his ‘drank’ but growled when he noticed that his cup was empty. Wayne sighed and walked over to the kitchen next to the studio set up. It was still smoky from today’s inhabitants. His dreads fell in his face as he poured himself another helping of Hawaiian Fruit Juice laced with codeine. He almost rushed to bring the rim of the cup to his lips but had some self-control. The liquid ran down the inside of his throat and he closed his eyes at the sweet sensation. He smiled faintly as he slid down the edge of the counter and sat on the floor, beginning to loose the feeling in his face.
Then the smile dropped. His eyes opened ever so slightly as he looked over to the table to his right. It was adorned with candles, letters, and a lone picture in the center of him holding a beautiful, grinning young woman. Weezy forced himself off the floor and staggered over to the photo. He looked at the girl in the photograph with such adoration, anyone would’ve been able to see that he loved her deeply. The lady in the picture stared back at him with the same intensity, gorgeous as ever to him. Her face was happy and glowing. Her skin was lightly tanned, and firm. Her ears were pierced from top to bottom and her right eyebrow had a silver bar through it. She was grinning, probably laughing when the picture was taken because you could clearly see her pearly white teeth and tongue piercing. Her hair was blowing in the wind causing her bangs to fly back, making her eyes clearly visible. Her eyes…Her eyes were the first thing Wayne had noticed about her. To this day he still did not know the exact color of her eyes. They were ever changing. They were sort of like her very own mood ring. From far away, they looked blue. But when you were next to her they appeared green. But if you truly examined her irises, you would see that they were a mixture of the two. They were mixed with blue, green, gray, and the inner part was a very light golden color that got lost in the intensity of the others. He smiled as he remembered how when she’d laugh, her eyes would turn bright blue. And when she’d get angry or sad, they’d turn a wicked green. But when she was normal, indifferent, bored, they were a straight gray.
Wayne stroked the edge of the mahogany frame and continued to looked at the girl. He then placed his cup next to the picture and glanced at it before returning his gaze to the photo.
“…I don’t know…” He started, his New Orleans accent heavy, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to actually go through with it now that you’re gone.” He whispered. It was only for her to hear. “I mean…What’s the point to stay here longer if you ain’t here no more, Iris…” His voice cracking ever so softly. “Why’d you have to leave me alone, baby…” Wayne picked the framed picture up ever so gently, “I miss you so much…” He kissed it, his eyes watering up. “I wish you could come back to me…so bad.” His breath was raspy as he tried to hold in a cry. He looked at himself in the photo and felt depressed. He used to be happy. Of course, he was happy. She was with him still. She was still there to talk to him. She was still there to love him. Iris was still alive. She hadn’t left him yet…so of course he was happy then. But not anymore. He closed his eyes and exhaled, holding the picture to his chest, wishing to himself that it could have actually been her he was holding so tightly.
A few minutes passed and if Wayne hadn’t been so focused on the picture of Iris, he would have noticed Birdman ‘Baby’ come in behind him. Baby, a few good years older than Wayne, was mildly shocked at seeing his ‘son’ like this. Yes, he knew that he was depressed. Baby was as well. But, Wayne was much better and much more efficient at hiding his emotions from others. Especially now that she had passed. Baby felt a little uncomfortable being in here when he was so vulnerable but didn’t have the heart to leave. He loved Wayne like his own and hated to see him so broken. It was strange to him though. How he could keep his head up in public after everything that had happened. He was absolutely fine with all the others and he never faltered in his rap. And with concerts, he still did great. The only times he had trouble was the day Iris went into the hospital, he began to grow nervous on stage because he was distracted with worry. The second time was the day Iris died, was sent out of the hospital, and to a funeral home and he was distracted by grief. He had heard about it an hour before but there was no way of getting over there. So, he just mourned backstage for an hour. And when it came time to perform, he went up on stage, greeted by thousands of his fans. The beat started. He rose the microphone to begin his song. And then he just stopped…and stared at the audience. Unwelcome tears streaming down his face, but he never let out a sob. The crowd looked on, confused about his sudden change of emotion from before the show to now. Why is he crying? What happened? This is some sort of joke, right? …But it wasn’t. Lil’ Wayne took a deep breath and excused himself. He went to his bus and cried. Cried like no other. He hadn’t even been able to say his last goodbye. And it hurt him. It even hurt Baby.
Baby took soft footsteps towards Wayne, so as not to startle him, and place a hand on his shoulder. Wayne had started quietly sobbing before Baby had moved for him. Weezy started slightly at noticing that he hadn’t been alone. He glanced over at Baby before looking back at the picture of his best friend, no longer. Wayne swallowed and kissed the picture once more before placing it softly on the table. Then he grabbed his cup and drank it dry. Once finished, he threw away the cup and looked at her smiling face.
“I drink for you now, Iris.” He said softly, before looking to where Baby had been. He had left, knowing that Wayne would follow when he was finished. He walked over to the light switch and turned it off. “Love you, sweetheart.” He said to the darkness before walking out of the kitchen and outside to his car.
Title: Last Goodbye: Prologue
Author: johnnypickalot
Rating: R or Mature
Summary: Wayne has just lost someone very dear to him and he's not coping that well. His friends and family tried to help him out of the 6 foot hole he's digging for himself but all he can do is get lost in the memories...the memories of her...Iris.
Lil’ Wayne woke to the sound of his voice playing in the background of the studio. His eyes fluttered open and he started uncomfortably. As he stretched, he checked his surroundings…Blunts in the ash tray. Styrofoam cup in one hand. And he was alone. Wayne popped his neck as he got up from his chair and walked up to the window. It was still dark outside.
“Damn…they just left my ass.” He mumbled as he made to take a sip of his ‘drank’ but growled when he noticed that his cup was empty. Wayne sighed and walked over to the kitchen next to the studio set up. It was still smoky from today’s inhabitants. His dreads fell in his face as he poured himself another helping of Hawaiian Fruit Juice laced with codeine. He almost rushed to bring the rim of the cup to his lips but had some self-control. The liquid ran down the inside of his throat and he closed his eyes at the sweet sensation. He smiled faintly as he slid down the edge of the counter and sat on the floor, beginning to loose the feeling in his face.
Then the smile dropped. His eyes opened ever so slightly as he looked over to the table to his right. It was adorned with candles, letters, and a lone picture in the center of him holding a beautiful, grinning young woman. Weezy forced himself off the floor and staggered over to the photo. He looked at the girl in the photograph with such adoration, anyone would’ve been able to see that he loved her deeply. The lady in the picture stared back at him with the same intensity, gorgeous as ever to him. Her face was happy and glowing. Her skin was lightly tanned, and firm. Her ears were pierced from top to bottom and her right eyebrow had a silver bar through it. She was grinning, probably laughing when the picture was taken because you could clearly see her pearly white teeth and tongue piercing. Her hair was blowing in the wind causing her bangs to fly back, making her eyes clearly visible. Her eyes…Her eyes were the first thing Wayne had noticed about her. To this day he still did not know the exact color of her eyes. They were ever changing. They were sort of like her very own mood ring. From far away, they looked blue. But when you were next to her they appeared green. But if you truly examined her irises, you would see that they were a mixture of the two. They were mixed with blue, green, gray, and the inner part was a very light golden color that got lost in the intensity of the others. He smiled as he remembered how when she’d laugh, her eyes would turn bright blue. And when she’d get angry or sad, they’d turn a wicked green. But when she was normal, indifferent, bored, they were a straight gray.
Wayne stroked the edge of the mahogany frame and continued to looked at the girl. He then placed his cup next to the picture and glanced at it before returning his gaze to the photo.
“…I don’t know…” He started, his New Orleans accent heavy, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to actually go through with it now that you’re gone.” He whispered. It was only for her to hear. “I mean…What’s the point to stay here longer if you ain’t here no more, Iris…” His voice cracking ever so softly. “Why’d you have to leave me alone, baby…” Wayne picked the framed picture up ever so gently, “I miss you so much…” He kissed it, his eyes watering up. “I wish you could come back to me…so bad.” His breath was raspy as he tried to hold in a cry. He looked at himself in the photo and felt depressed. He used to be happy. Of course, he was happy. She was with him still. She was still there to talk to him. She was still there to love him. Iris was still alive. She hadn’t left him yet…so of course he was happy then. But not anymore. He closed his eyes and exhaled, holding the picture to his chest, wishing to himself that it could have actually been her he was holding so tightly.
A few minutes passed and if Wayne hadn’t been so focused on the picture of Iris, he would have noticed Birdman ‘Baby’ come in behind him. Baby, a few good years older than Wayne, was mildly shocked at seeing his ‘son’ like this. Yes, he knew that he was depressed. Baby was as well. But, Wayne was much better and much more efficient at hiding his emotions from others. Especially now that she had passed. Baby felt a little uncomfortable being in here when he was so vulnerable but didn’t have the heart to leave. He loved Wayne like his own and hated to see him so broken. It was strange to him though. How he could keep his head up in public after everything that had happened. He was absolutely fine with all the others and he never faltered in his rap. And with concerts, he still did great. The only times he had trouble was the day Iris went into the hospital, he began to grow nervous on stage because he was distracted with worry. The second time was the day Iris died, was sent out of the hospital, and to a funeral home and he was distracted by grief. He had heard about it an hour before but there was no way of getting over there. So, he just mourned backstage for an hour. And when it came time to perform, he went up on stage, greeted by thousands of his fans. The beat started. He rose the microphone to begin his song. And then he just stopped…and stared at the audience. Unwelcome tears streaming down his face, but he never let out a sob. The crowd looked on, confused about his sudden change of emotion from before the show to now. Why is he crying? What happened? This is some sort of joke, right? …But it wasn’t. Lil’ Wayne took a deep breath and excused himself. He went to his bus and cried. Cried like no other. He hadn’t even been able to say his last goodbye. And it hurt him. It even hurt Baby.
Baby took soft footsteps towards Wayne, so as not to startle him, and place a hand on his shoulder. Wayne had started quietly sobbing before Baby had moved for him. Weezy started slightly at noticing that he hadn’t been alone. He glanced over at Baby before looking back at the picture of his best friend, no longer. Wayne swallowed and kissed the picture once more before placing it softly on the table. Then he grabbed his cup and drank it dry. Once finished, he threw away the cup and looked at her smiling face.
“I drink for you now, Iris.” He said softly, before looking to where Baby had been. He had left, knowing that Wayne would follow when he was finished. He walked over to the light switch and turned it off. “Love you, sweetheart.” He said to the darkness before walking out of the kitchen and outside to his car.