Dead & Buried (Joey!Oneshot)

[Tom]

Hears Thinks Says Writing

Life is a long and tends to feel like it will never end, but eventually there is a time and place where your life will be over. Life does stop, but eventually a new life takes over. Joey has seen this first hand. First Deimos and then Henry. Joey just had bad luck in choosing friends. They all kept dying on him. He never has felt this alone ever. He hasn't done anything fun for a long time. He's been drinking more and even started up smoking again. Deimos was Joey's first friend that he was really close to and eventually got a crush on, but then he was reaped for the 64th Hunger Games, where Joey watched him lose his head. Then he had met Henry, who was ok, until he died in the 66th Hunger Games. Joey remembered everything that had happened after Deimos had died and when he was still in too.

The day Deimos was reaped was a day that would break Joey's heart. He never could go see Deimos that day from the thought of Deimos dying. His hands had been shaking the night before from fear. He was scared his friend would be reaped and taken from him. Joey knew he had feelings for Deimos and it made him extremely scared of himself. The utter shock of having feelings for someone of the same sex, when he believed he was straight the entire time. Apparently, he wasn't fully straight. The boy shook his head trying to forget everything that had happened the few months before today. Joey had made a nickname for him, calling him princess, like he was some girl that Joey had a crush on, which he did. The male changed his thoughts and slowly fell into a restless sleep. Images of Deimos screaming in pain. Images of Joey trying to volunteer. Anything that could have happened the next day was being played in his head during his sleep.

The next morning was one Joey would never forget about ever again. Joey had gotten ready for the 64th reaping. He was wearing a white button up shirt and a nice pair of jeans. He was looking for Deimos already. His princess was somewhere here for the reaping and spotting him was a hard thing to do. The black hair gave away his position. Joey smiled at him and waved to him. Deimos just looked upset already, but Joey was gonna try and stay positive for his own sake. The male escort had come onstage then and said the normal welcoming speech. Joey just ignored him for the most part of the reaping, not caring about it anyways. Joey's eyes were stuck on Deimos, staring him up and down again. His body was just perfect to look at for Joey. He had some very bad images coming to his head right at that moment, until the escort's voice brought him back to what was going on.

He drew the girl first and honestly, Joey didn't care about her. He didn't care about who was reaped as long as he wasn't reaped or Deimos. After that, Joey's thoughts went back to his princess. Joey smirked at his own thoughts. Deimos definitely was no princess. He was all male and definitely straighter than Joey now that he thinks about it. Then the escorts voice caught Joey's attention and his life just crumbled right there. Deimos Lasner! Joey's world crumbled and burned from the feeling of knowing Deimos was going to have to fight for his life to live. Joey just watched as Deimos had walked on stage and was asked to say something, of course, Deimos shook his head. Then in another few seconds, they were gone in the Justice Building. Joey never moved from the spot for another minute or so, until he found a piece of paper and begin writing a letter right there in the District square. He couldn't see Deimos in this condition, he knew he couldn't or else he may kiss him and he didn't want to ruin his friendship before the games. With the letter being done, Joey had found the thing he wanted Deimos to take as his token. He stuffed it in.

The Justice building was empty with almost no one there. The only people inside frightened him, Peacekeepers. Joey had already mad his way towards the door. Then he had the thought of Deimos opening it if he was right there. He didn't want that. He didn't want to do anything stupid. He didn't want to admit to his only friend that he wants to be more than that. Joey made a plan to slid the letter under the door and knock. Joey would then run away without Deimos opening the door and catching him. Joey put his plan into action. He slid the letter under the door and knocked. He sprinted down the hall and out of the Justice Building. A few tears rolling down his cheek. The feeling of losing someone close to him was unbearable.

Joey got up from his spot on his bed, heading over to the guitar, one of Deimos' prized possessions. He had kept it after Deimos had left. There wasn't anything really special about it, except that it was Deimos'. Joey held it and strummed the guitar as he was remembering the days with Deimos. The days when he would miss Deimos. The days that hurt the most, were days with the rain. He knew Deimos didn't like rain at all. That was the only thing he figured out on his own about Deimos. Then he'd remember that Deimos was never his. Deimos belonged to Yaa forever and Joey knew that. Joey knew that he would never be enough for Deimos. Even when he was dead. The memory of finding out about Yaa came to his mind.

Yaa and Deimos were on the TV. The announcers were guessing things about the tributes and one of them thought Yaa and Deimos were together. Joey tried to bite his tongue. He knew it couldn't be true, but then again it could, since Deimos and Yaa were from the same District. Maybe they already knew each other before hand. Joey slowly felt his heart breaking at the thought. The hole in his heart that ached for Deimos. The part that knew he never would get what he wanted. He only ever wanted Deimos. Pictures and cideos of Deimos and Yaa were flashing across the screen. There was a lot that flashed by and Joey felt the liquid in his stomach begin to come up. He rushed to the bathroom and his lunch came bursting out into the toilet. Joey had went straight to his room to lay for the rest of the day. His heart was beating and he felt the need to cry and so that's what he did. He cried for awhile. The next two or three days, Deimos wouldn't go to work. He wouldn't go to parties. He wouldn't go smoke because he gave it up. He wouldn't even drink, which he did no matter what. Joey was dead on the inside for now.

The next day was harder than the day before. Deimos loved Yaa. He could tell by the look on his face when he would look at Yaa. The games had started now and it was on TV. Joey was watching it. Deimos had killed some girl already. Deimos etched some song into the sand and Joey copied it, just in case. Just in case, Deimos came back. He wanted to dream and think it was about him. He wanted it to be about him, but Joey knew. Knew it was about her. Yaa, she had Deimos wrapped around her finger. Maybe she was using him, Joey didn't know. Anything could be keeping them together. Joey swore they weren't meant to be. Yaa after all had a thing for Locust, everyone could tell, but Deimos. He had to fall for Yaa. and Joey had to fall for Deimos. All of this was annoying and hurt his brain. He hated this feeling of loneliness. The next few days would crush him. Joey knew it. He had a bad feeling in his stomach.

Joey frowned at the memories. He always hated losing family members. He hated how his parents would tell him that he needed to go because they were important and dying. Joey would go and find out that they were dead the next day. Death had a funny way of teasing people. Some people would die right away and others would die slowly and painfully. Death always was poking around to make people cry at losing someone they loved. Death seemed to have picked Joey to make fun of for a long time. The last memory of Deimos alive came through his head.

It was on TV all day. The replay of Deimos losing his head to axe by the Erik kid. Joey knew this was bound to happen. Only one made it out ever. Only one and even then, District 7 hasn't had a victor in a really long time. Joey's heart always stopped at the moment the axe is about to hit Deimos. The hit looked painful, but Joey knew Deimos died on impact with the axe. Joey's heart swelled and he felt like he was dying already. His love of his life died right before him on a stupid TV. Joey felt tears streak his cheeks already. The running away from anyone in public. He hid away in his home, so no one would see him. His parents were at work. Joey had been crying for hours on end. The death of someone you love hurt.

Joey was curled up in the blankets, crying his face off again. The tears felt like they would never stop. Joey would never stop. His heart ached always. He missed Deimos. He tried to find something of Deimos that smelled like him, but all he had was the guitar and it smelt of wood. Joey frowned now and just slowly fell asleep and dreamed about Deimos with him in his bed, but that would never happen. It was impossible. Joey woke up in a panic. He was freaking out about his dream after the Deimos laying with him one. Deimos' death had replayed in his dream, except this time Joey was the one holding the axe. He let Deimos get killed. It was all his fault. He felt himself breaking down already. He knew it was all his fault. It always was his fault. He ruined everything good in his life somehow. The only regret he had was not going to see Deimos to give his token and not admitting his feelings for him. Joey never told him and that secret would die with him. The secret that he was in love with Deimos. Joey watched as rain began to pour in District 7. Joey felt more memories coming back to him as he laid there in his bed feeling sorry for himself and Deimos. He was selfish. And selfish people turned into bad people.

Joey had decided to go on a walk to Deimos' grave. How much of a pain it was to even get him a grave. Joey frowned at the memory. Joey never would give up on Deimos. Joey would never give up on life, just so Deimos could have one. He wished Deimos was still alive, Joey knew that it would never happen. Deimos was dead and Joey had to continue on living for him. He had to continue and prove to people that Death can't play with him. He had to prove Death that Joey wasn't to be messed with. The house he walked past was one of the places that Joey remembered about right after the 64th Games. As he walked past, the two adult spit at the ground he walked on and Joey just chuckled to himself as the memory was flashing back.

It was a week after the 64th had ended. Opal was on her victory tour and Joey didn't think that Locust's slave was going to win it at all. Joey knew Deimos' body was back into the District. They did it every year. They brought what was left of the body back to the home district. Joey was hoping to get the body and bury it himself, but that's not how it happened. Deimos was given to his abusive parents. Joey hadn't know where they were. He had to find them. He had to take Deimos from them. He knew that they would do nothing good with the body. Joey had snuck in to the Justice Building. He knew it was a bad idea, especially since he could have been killed, but he found out the address there. The house was poor looking and seemed like a dump. Joey went up to the door and knocked. No one answered, until Joey knocked again. The person that answered was a lady who seemed very pissed off that he came there. She spoke loudly to him. "What do you want, idiot?"

Joey just rolled his eyes at the woman and watched as she smirked knowing it got to him already. Joey spoke in a rude tone, "I'm not here to hear you, Mrs. Lasner, complain about me. You're probably happy your son died, but I on the other hand am not, so if you wouldn't mind. I'd like his body, so I can bury it. I will take it from you forcefully if needed." This caused the woman to laugh at him. She laughed so hard that her husband came to the door and laughed. Her husband spoke now, "This is funny. Always knew our son was a faggot. Yes we are glad he's dead, now get leaving kid." Joey couldn't take it already. He spoke violently, "You two are terrible. No, your son wasn't a faggot Mr. Lasner. If he was, I think he wouldn't care what his so called parents thought of him. He was a good guy, but you ruined him. You put your filthy on him. He was scarred because of you. That's as much as I could gather. You know. You two are pathetic. Laughing about your own damn son's death. He was fighting for his life. All he had to come back to was me. Deimos was my best friend. I don't care if you're his parents or not. I am taking Deimos and burying him. Just try and stop me." With that, Joey was attacked and felt a fist hit him in his nose. He felt the room spin and turn to black.

He woke up to being tied down in a chair. Deimos' parents had a bucket of water on the ground. Joey was wondering about this water, when all of a sudden, his chair was pushed and down in the water he went. Curse words were flying past his ear as he tried to pull himself out of the water. WHen Joey was about to give up, the man pulled him up. One sentence was said, just one. "This is gonna be fun." Joey tried pulling away, but he was dunked in the water again. His body felt weak and useless. This must of been why Deimos was afraid of water. Joey must have pissed them off. Joey was pulling away and trying to use his hands to untie the rope. Eventually, he did get it untied after the 4th time of being dunked in. Joey pulled his hand and swung for the father. The man fell to the ground, knocked out after a few punches. Joey swiftly got out of the building. Deimos' body with as he had found it on the way out in a casket. Joey took the casket by himself for a little bit, but eventually got help to help him carry it.

Once at the cemetery, Joey gave the man some money. He had already paid for a headstone awhile back after Deimos' death. The stone read, "Here lies Deimos Lasner" It read off his years alive. Then on the bottom it read part of the song Deimos had written himself. "Another one gone away." It had more meaning to Joey than Deimos would ever had known. It was his thanks to Deimos. It was the one line that Deimos was a part of. Deimos was another one gone away from the games. Joey had dug up the grave and buried Deimos inside. He filled it up and gently set some flowers on the tombstone and silently left it to sit for eternity. The feeling Joey was getting was tearing open a scar on his heart already. He silently let a tear fall and then left the grave.

Each day Joey would come and leave different flowers there. He'd come on important days to Deimos and Joey. It hurt Joey to remember Deimos everyday, but it was almost the same as if Deimos was there with him again. It gave him something that he hadn't had. Time with Deimos. He would tell the grave his secrets and even tell the grave about himself and his deepest darkest secrets. Deimos was buried there for eternity. The death of someone special. Someone that Joey would never think that he would lose him, but death had a funny way of proving Joey wrong.

Joey was at Deimos' grave with a frown on his face. He was here for no particular reason. He just wanted to lay down and look at the sun and think of days with Deimos and his old dead friend, Henry. Henry had died last games and Joey remembered it almost as easily as Deimos'. The flash of Henry's smile came to Joey and he couldn't help bit smile at the memory of some happy time with Henry. The memories of a new friend, who just died was etched in his head. There was a funeral held by Henry's family and Joey just went and frowned and comforted Henry's family.

Joey was dressed in all black. He hated funerals, they reminded him of his own little funeral for Deimos. It was just another friend of Joey's being buried. He lost another one to the 66th games. Henry had gone in fighting. He didn't want to die, but that was the Hunger Games. He lasted longer than Deimos did, but still, Henry wasn't as special as Deimos. Joey had kissed Henry though because he wanted to make sure he didn't have feelings for Henry, so he wouldn't be crushed. He didn't have any and would be a bit better if Henry died. It happened and Henry was killed by a mutt. The mutts were scary and vicious. Joey had seen enough of them already.

The funeral was just starting and Joey was sitting by himself watching the Fleet family talk about their son or brother. It was a sad funeral and Joey just felt like crying again. The memories of Deimos' coming back. He had visited Deimos the day Henry was reaped too. Every reaping, he visits Deimos. He always says to Deimos one thing. "If I am reaped, you and I both knew I would die. My only wish is to be buried next to you." He said it everytime he went to Deimos' grave for a reaping. That was always his one wish. He wanted to be buried next to Deimos and be stuck with Deimos for eternity. To be with him in the end. Joey would smile at the grave. Kiss his fingers, place it on the tombstone and place a rose or other flower down and walk to the reaping, sometimes hoping to die. As the Games go on, that's all Joey wants is to be reaped and die in the games. He doesn't want to do suicide, he wants to die in a games and put his blood on their hands.

Joey's mind was brought back to the funeral as he watched them lower henry's body into the grave. It was a pretty nice funeral for a boy who died in the Games. Joey would remember this funeral for a long while. Henry Fleet was his only friend after Deimos. It was actually quite funny really. Joey knew death played him again during this day. Death played with him almost every day he makes a friend. He was ready to die, but Death wouldn't allow it. Death would make him suffer.

Joey sat by Deimos' grave, staring up at the sky, pointing out clouds to himself and the grave. IT was a daily habit of his to visit and do stupid things like this. People thought he was absolutely insane, but others felt pity for the boy who fell for his dead friend. Some people could just tell that Joey was broken on the inside. He was broken from the first day of the 64th reaping. He was broken inside and out. Joey smirked at the grave. He began to get up. He put more flowers down by the tombstone and kissed his fingers, lightly tapping the tombstone with them. With that, Joey walked off down a road.

The road led past the Lasner's home. He just shook his head in annoyance. He passed the alley where he met Deimos. The night he was drunk and called him princess. Joey passed the orphanage that he met Henry at. Once home, Joey lay on his bed, his thoughts lifting into the memories again. Deimos' smile appearing in his head making him smile again. His black messy hair that he'd want to run his fingers through again. Deimos' lips that just always looked so kissable. Joey smiled at the Deimos he could remember. He was living for him.

Joey had many reasons to give up. He thought about suicide many times before, but Deimos' voice always ran through his head. Swing your sword and throw your spear. The battles will not cease here. Fight with me, Fight with me. And that's exactly what Joey did. He fought the feeling of ending it all to continue with Deimos' words of wisdom. He'd fight to stay alive for him. Deimos wouldn't want him dead. He'd want him living and breathing and happy. He'd want him to move on and be happy. That was just what he was going to do for Deimos. He would do anything for him. Deimos may have loved Yaa, but Joey still loved him even for loving Yaa. Life may be long, but it isn't boring. Things are always happening that makes it eventful. For Joey, it may have not been the good eventful, but Joey learned many lessons already through it and there was always still more to come. He'd fight and fight. Joey would never quit fighting, like Deimos did. Deimos was his hero and the person he loved. He'd follow his lead, even if he wasn't there to lead him. Sometimes Joey felt like he was there though. There in spirit with him to help him through it all. Deimos was dead and buried, but Joey wasn't. Joey wouldn't die with Deimos for his own sake and Deimos' ske. Even though he wanted to, he couldn't.

Joey lay in his bed, dreaming. Dreaming about life if Deimos had won. Deimos wouldn't be the same as he was before and Joey knew this. The dream continued on and turned into a nightmare. Joey felt himself springing awake with a jolt. The nightmares have been coming again and again to him ever since Deimos died. Joey rolled around, until he got comfortable and fell asleep in the bed. Soft snores shook the room. Joey was asleep and in a peaceful one again. The warmth of the covers and the softness of the pillows and mattress made Joey dream. Dream about his life. Joey wasn't happy with it, but he was living and that's all that Deimos wanted for him after all. Joey was alive and it was good to be alive. A soft snore escapes him again. The morning, he'd get up and spend the day doing the same thing, except with work at certain hours. Joey would go back to the grave talk and leave and sleep. That was the order in which things went and it was what made Joey happy to be alive.