Background: Indie is one of those characters I got extremly close to. He was based of two things that are all in the same: My deceased friend Tanner and the idea of 'going out like a teenage tragedy'. Indie's life story is pretty simple: He's a simple Pasten-Vagabond, but at the same time he's completely different: He sees the beauty in every little thing. He loves the last person he should, too: a boy named Mainstream Huddleston. Now, if you haven't found the irony in their names yet, it's a big part of his story: Someone who is labelled as an Indie hates anything Mainstream. I'm therefore implying that Indie goes against the crowd, which he does, but it fails for him. Despite his many struggles to make things better, he always feels like he fails, though there are many cases in which he doesn't. His main denomenatoers are his bullies: Iverson Finney and Mainstream's older brother; Foreshadow Huddleston. And, though Mainstream tries to help Indie cope, Mainstream's own girlfriend, Whereas, often brings him down. As I stated before, Indie is head over heels for Mainstream Huddleston. Mainstream, however, is completely straight and in denial of hsi growing feelings for the younger boy. In the end, Indie foolishly decides that the world wasn't meant for him, and that the only way out is to leave it behind. He commits suicide by drinking bleach, and leaves Mainstream standing at his door holding a rose.
Indie's song: "Gone Too Soon" by Simple Plan
"Hey there now, where'd you go?
You left me here, so unexpected
You changed my life, I hope you know
'Cause now I'm lost, so unprotected
In the blink of an eye
I never got to say good-bye
Like a shooting star
Flying across the room
So fast, so far
You were gone too soon
You're a part of me
And I'll never be the same here without you
You were gone too soon"
I guess the proper way to start here is with “I’m sorry.”
I had no idea what I was leaving behind when I took my own life and believe me; it isn’t worth it!
You have no idea what you’re leaving behind:
There are no more laughs, no more smiles, no more warmth, no more family, no more friends, no more stars to count, sunsets to watch, or books to read. There’s no more anything. It’s just empty.
You don’t dream, you don’t wait for someone to come save you, there’s absolutely nothing.
Imagine, having your eyes closed in a tight, compressed room. There’s no noise, no odour, and you can’t feel anything. That’s what dead feels like.
You have to consider what you’re leaving behind.
Sometimes, it’s the little things you don’t think about that would have made life worth it. You start to miss them. And then you miss people. You miss even the smallest moments that made life so much more worth it.
I miss things I barely paid attention to. I miss everything from rain to cracks in the concrete to stars. Just normal things that begin to mean everything.
There are people who even live like that on Earth, just letting themselves go on feeling empty, but caring about all those small things. I wish I’d lived like one of them.
I want everyone to know that hurt is perfectly normal, and you’re not alone.
Never go out like a teenage tragedy.