Yeah, let's just say for the sake of things that this is K over Judy, or something along those lines. You choose who you want it to be about. I don't really care right now.
I failed.
As I stare at the stars through my broken window, those two words float through my head.
I failed.
As I watch my own heart die, two words flow out from my shaking lips.
I failed.
The tears streamed down my cheeks and dripped off my chin. Those two words chanted by my demons.
You failed.
The blood drips onto the floor, and my demons laugh. Two more words choke out of my tightened throat.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't help when I was needed most.
I could only watch helpless as she was taken away from me.
I tried to scream for help, only her name slipping off my tongue.
My knees hit the dirt.
I failed.
She was gone, never to return. My life was meaningless. What more was I to do? Live in agony?
No.
That will never do.
No, I must join her. I must follow her to the ends of the Earth.
For how else will she understand?
How else can I prove I care?
The knife glitters, as if a fallen star.
I smile.
Only one more word comes from my lungs in a short burst of air.
Goodbye.
As he fell to the Earth, lying next to her, breath becoming shallow and harsh, he wondered.
Will I ever meet her again, if I am no longer worthy?
Will I live alone once more?
I hope I do.
I don't deserve... whatever I get.
So farewell.
Then he took her hand, breathed his last, and prayed that she will be happy.
The Reasons for this ... Thing: IMPORTANT TO READ!:
This little piece of crap was what I typed today instead of Chapter six. Aren't you so bloody proud of me? I'm a piece of shit I swear. I'm sorry it's so short and crappy. I know I shouldn't vent here on this lovely little site we have here, but I had a fight with a really good friend. Who didn't think she had any friends. So now I don't think we're friends anymore. I'm worthless, to everybody, and I'm kind of getting tired of it. It sucks. No one really mentions me, I'm there, but not noticed almost. It's like I'm a ghost. I'm probably the least selfish person I know... but no one cares, because I don't go out and say what I want. Well, here's the result of my depression. It sucks, and feel free to say so. In fact, you didn't have to read this piece of shit. Fuck the world. Fuck this... fuck them... bite me. Note, I'm listening to Last Resort by Papa Roach. It's fitting, don't you think? I'm smiling bitterly, but I can't put this action here because of this lovely little site.
Now that I'm done, I'll now return you to your normal updating schedule. Although, with the mood I'm in, I might take the story for a surprising new twist. I dunno.. maybe a death. Who knows? It'll probably give it another three chapters. It depends. Oh well. Enjoy... have a bloody wonderful fucking day.
Sorry I swore so much.