(A/N): Okay, I'm sorry I've been absent for so long. My inspiration has been sucked out, and I've been the BUSIEST PERSON ALIVE. I swear. Anyway, hope you don't hate me too much! Basically, this is told from Mercedes perspective, right around the area of 'The Substitute', when Kurt was running off to be with Blaine. Read, review, ENJOY! =D
Disclaimer: Dang, I need to find some smart, witty disclaimer to prove to you that I'm still an awesome person... Nope. I got nothing. Including Glee. ZING. And Bingo was his name-o
"I'll see you,"
You always says that, right before you leave me for more interesting conversation; better company.
"I'll see you,"
It's a nice, easy way of dismissing me. Of telling me to go away. A way to ditch me nicely.
"I'll see you,"
A statement that's supposed to be comforting; I'll see you again. No worries. This goodbye is just temporary. Not forever.
"I'll see you,"
So generic and uncaring. It's annoying. I'm so used to it, that by the time I hear you say it, I'm already prepared for its arrival.
"I'll see you,"
So disappointing. It makes me feel so unloved, so unwanted. It's just a simple way of losing a loser.
"I'll see you,"
... But... What if you didn't? What if I took my life tonight, and the last thing you ever said to me was that you'd see me? What if the last promise you made to me was one you couldn't keep?
"I'll see you,"
A downright lie. You won't see me again. Because I'm already gone. The blood is seeping from everywhere; my wrists, my hips, my neck... Even my eyes.
"I'll see you,"
Maybe you'll see me. You'll see my twisted, bloodless corpse. You'll see my lifeless eyes, rolled back into my head. You'll see the love note, addressed to you, clutched in my hand. You'll see me, but I won't see you.
"I'll see you,"
Maybe I will, actually. I mean, I killed myself, and you pretty much murdered me. You're a heartbreaker, and I'm a life-taker. I guess I will see you, and you'll see me.
I'll see you in hell.
(A/N): Ahaha, yeah? I just wrote it. Idk. I kinda thought I was past these depressing one-shots. Eh. If I felt like writing it, I'm glad I did.
I love you all. And I'm past promising to reply to reviews; it might not happen. I'll try. No promises! I love you all so much!