Vincent turned, Claudia's voice steadily becoming quieter in his mind as Heather came into view. The girl looked horrible, to say the least - blood and monster fluids covered her vest in stains, her hair was tangled, and her eyes were red-rimmed and haunted. But somehow, through all that was filthy, bloody and wrong, Vincent still thought she was beautiful.
Vincent's voice, body and mind had always gotten him in trouble. He had a loud voice that always stated his minds, and hands that flew through the air as he talked. Some, if not most people, found this to be less-than-attractive. Heather was one of them. She despised him, and Vincent knew it.
All for the better in the end, he supposed.
Because that way, at least he had one less thing to worry about as he felt Claudia slide the dagger into his back. As he lie bleeding on the floor, at least he could die in peace, knowing that no one would cry for him. No one at all would weep. Nobody's heart would break - because nobody really cared. His death wouldn't bring on the sadness of any other but himself. Not Claudia, not God, and certainly not Heather. No matter how much he had come to love her.
So Vincent died. There, on the floor, in a pool of his own blood, with a dagger in his chest, and with a broken heart.
And Heather never cried.
Now come one, come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see
You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me
So gather round, piggies and kiss this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles, I'll expect you wont' cry.
Another contusion, my funeral drag
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag
You've got front-row seats to the penitence ball
When I grow up, I want to be nothing at all
I say save me!
(Get me the hell out of here!)
Save me!
(Too young to die, and my dear)
You can't...
(If you can hear me just walk away)
...save me!
- My Chemical Romance