The first installment of a series of short one shots. I hope fans of my other fanfics will enjoy this one.
This was it. The end. He felt it.
And everyone hated him. He had alienated everyone in the weeks leading up to this moment.
Chuck had felt like he was dying before. When his father had died, he had died as well. He had almost made it official when he was standing on the edge of the building, but she had saved him. Blair. His reason to keep on living.
And when she hadn't shown up at the Empire State Building before 7:01 he felt dead again. Empty. Like the last bit of his heart had finally frozen over.
Blood rushed out of the wound. It wasn't painful.
Chuck actually had a feeling of relief. It was ending, at last. The failure that was his life was coming to a close. At least he didn't have to end it himself. It had been quick; he most likely would've hesitated.
Lying on the slightly wet, stone street he thought of the week earlier. When he was so happy. Actually more than happy, joyous, ecstatic, delighted. When Blair came to the Empire Hotel with her peonies in hand. It was the best moment of his life. Chuck wanted to scream and cry at the same time. She had still loved him. Had.
In the present, she hated him. Having sex with Jenny Humphrey was the biggest mistake of his life. He'd lost everything that was important to him. He didn't even bother talking to Lily and Rufus before he ran away to Prague, but he knew what they were thinking. How could he deflower precious, little Jenny? He knew Rufus would hate him for the rest of his life and Lily would never look at him the same again.
There was no excuse. Chuck had tried to tell Blair that he only did it because he thought she didn't love him anymore. But it was stupid to lie like that, she could see right through to his soulless core. He would've ended up doing something like that eventually, even if Blair was undoubtedly devoted to him. He was scum and didn't deserve her. Or anyone.
The blood was all around him. His pants were wet with it. It crept up the side of his hand like a snake. It trickled out his mouth.
Wasn't your life supposed to flash before your eyes before you died? Nothing did with Chuck. It was only darkness that was creeping into his consciousness. And that was because he didn't have a life to remember. He was a waste of human space. He deserved to die and become a rotting corpse right then.
Chuck was becoming tired. He wanted to fall asleep…or was it death? Was it really going to be as simple as falling asleep? That seemed a little unfair to the rest of the world. He deserved to have a painful, gruesome death. A bloody slaughter is what he deserved.
He tried to move is hand away from the pool of blood and into his pocket. His hand was slow and hard to work. He inched it along his leg and into his pocket.
He needed to hold it while he fell asleep.
Nothing was in the pocket.
Chuck's mind raced while his bloody hand searched the empty pocket. What had happened to it?
The memory came rushing back. The brainless thugs had taken it. That's why they shot him.
What was it anyways? What was he hoping to find in his pocket? What had he wanted to keep so badly that he had gotten shot for? Chuck had no idea. He only knew that he had brought it from home and kept it in his pocket the whole week.
The smell of iron was strong and disgusting. He tasted it on his tongue. It was all around him.
Chuck thought of a girl with brown hair. She looked at him with brown, doe eyes that looked at him lovingly. She took his hand in hers.
She had a giant diamond ring on her finger. That was it! That was what he wanted. He squeezed her hand tightly. He didn't want to let go. He didn't ever want to let go of the beautiful girl's hand. "I love you." He mustered with the little breath he had left.
Everything around him blurred. And he fell asleep.