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Scene from my fanfiction "Silent Screams" where Bill is standing beside his brother's grave.
Oh dear, it's my first picture of Bad Bill (with a little help from my computer, because it's so difficult to draw Bad Bill ).
Don't wonder about the name. I have no knowledge about Bill's backgroundstory or family. It's just fanfiction.

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He stopped in front of a gravestone. Absentmindedly, he starred down to the sunken pan in front of the stone. When he had been here the last time, a little bush had planted. Now it was dried. Bill’s eyes wandered on the gravestone. The stone was long and radiused on the top. The engraved letters had hidden partly with sand. With nervous movements of his hand, he swept above it, whereupon the letters were visible.

Wyatt de Cardes
Born 9. October 1971
Died 17. October 1976

There was emptiness in Bill’s head. Emotionless, he starred at the cold lines and wished nothing more that everything was a bad dream.
No, his brother didn’t die! Why it coulnd’t be true? Why?
He had been with him, but he had been unable to help him. He couldn’t save him from death. Why he couldn’t help him?
“Why are you dead?” he whispered quietly. “Why? You can’t be dead.”
The whole way to town he had held his hand. Why he couldn’t help him?
"You aren’t dead."
He put his hand on the gravestone. He would wish nothing more than to hold his brother’s hand again, to show him that he had been there ever. But the truth is after his death he let him go forever. Never he visited his grave. He only wanted to forget everything. And with that he forgot his brother.
Meanwhile the woman finished her prayer and looked at Bill, who still stood in front of the grave, his hand on the stone with tears in his eyes.
“He must have had a very close relation to him,” she muttered quietly.
Finally she put a flower on the grave of her husband, crossed herself one last time, then she left the cemetery. Bill didn’t get any of that. He ever avoided the situation to think about his brother. Now all memories came back all at once. He had been two days younger than him. Since their birthday they knew each other. They got on together very well, or the most time at least. Their mother had always been glad about their harmonious brothership. Until he became ill and died in town. After that Bill had never made friendship with others. Never he wanted to go through something like this to lose someone who he really loved. Instead he rather fought with others and founded a gang. That was still the best way to avoid emotional pain.
Lost in thoughts, his hand slid form the stone and let rest his eyes on the grave ground. At the time of funeral the grave had been new and fresh. Now it stood there, alone and forgotten. His parents haven’t the chance to take care for the grave anymore. He was the only one, who could still do it. But he never did. On the one hand he wanted to forget, but otherwise he got plangs of consciences that he forgot his own brother.
Bill pressed his eyes together. He hated everything.
Without looking in someone’s eyes, he went back between the graves and left the cemetery.

(Silent Screams, Chapter 6)

Description
Scene from my fanfiction "Silent Screams" where Bill is standing beside his brother's grave.
Oh dear, it's my first picture of Bad Bill (with a little help from my computer, because it's so difficult to draw Bad Bill ).
Don't wonder about the name. I have no knowledge about Bill's backgroundstory or family. It's just fanfiction.

............................

He stopped in front of a gravestone. Absentmindedly, he starred down to the sunken pan in front of the stone. When he had been here the last time, a little bush had planted. Now it was dried. Bill’s eyes wandered on the gravestone. The stone was long and radiused on the top. The engraved letters had hidden partly with sand. With nervous movements of his hand, he swept above it, whereupon the letters were visible.

Wyatt de Cardes
Born 9. October 1971
Died 17. October 1976

There was emptiness in Bill’s head. Emotionless, he starred at the cold lines and wished nothing more that everything was a bad dream.
No, his brother didn’t die! Why it coulnd’t be true? Why?
He had been with him, but he had been unable to help him. He couldn’t save him from death. Why he couldn’t help him?
“Why are you dead?” he whispered quietly. “Why? You can’t be dead.”
The whole way to town he had held his hand. Why he couldn’t help him?
"You aren’t dead."
He put his hand on the gravestone. He would wish nothing more than to hold his brother’s hand again, to show him that he had been there ever. But the truth is after his death he let him go forever. Never he visited his grave. He only wanted to forget everything. And with that he forgot his brother.
Meanwhile the woman finished her prayer and looked at Bill, who still stood in front of the grave, his hand on the stone with tears in his eyes.
“He must have had a very close relation to him,” she muttered quietly.
Finally she put a flower on the grave of her husband, crossed herself one last time, then she left the cemetery. Bill didn’t get any of that. He ever avoided the situation to think about his brother. Now all memories came back all at once. He had been two days younger than him. Since their birthday they knew each other. They got on together very well, or the most time at least. Their mother had always been glad about their harmonious brothership. Until he became ill and died in town. After that Bill had never made friendship with others. Never he wanted to go through something like this to lose someone who he really loved. Instead he rather fought with others and founded a gang. That was still the best way to avoid emotional pain.
Lost in thoughts, his hand slid form the stone and let rest his eyes on the grave ground. At the time of funeral the grave had been new and fresh. Now it stood there, alone and forgotten. His parents haven’t the chance to take care for the grave anymore. He was the only one, who could still do it. But he never did. On the one hand he wanted to forget, but otherwise he got plangs of consciences that he forgot his own brother.
Bill pressed his eyes together. He hated everything.
Without looking in someone’s eyes, he went back between the graves and left the cemetery.

(Silent Screams, Chapter 6)