Disclaimer: I don't own Schuldig or Crawford, or any of Schwartz or Weiss
for that matter. If I did I would be a lot richer then I am.
Warnings: implied M/M relationship, character death
/italic/: thinking
Silent Torture
/It feels like someone has reached in and ripped my heart out with their bare hands. Tears are streaming down my face; I can taste the saltiness of them on my lips. It's raining, the drops mingling with the tears on my cheeks. I'm in so much pain. Please make it stop. I want to scream, scream because it hurts, scream because it won't stop. Scream because I'm lost and afraid, afraid I'll never find my way back. The darkness is getting closer. I can feel it, lurking at the edges of my conscious-self. And all I can think about is you. I want to see you again. Please. Please let me live. I want to live. I love you so much. Oh God. The pain is getting worse. My whole body is shaking. Please make it go away. Please let me live. The darkness is growing. All I want to do is reach out and touch you. Tell you I love you. And that I'll never leave you. But I can't. But I can't reach you, your drifting farther and farther away and no matter how much I hope, you won't come back. And I'm lost, what little I hope I had is now next to nothing. I'm sorry. Sorry for everything I ever did to make you hurt, or angry. For everything I ever did wrong. Why won't it end? Why am I stuck in this never-ending nightmare? Please make it stop. Make it go away. Please. I love you so much, but I can't hold on anymore. Don't be mad at me, please understand that./ I love you.
*~**~* ~Flashback~ Brad Crawford had felt like his heart was shattering when he received the phone call. It was about Schuldig. He had been in a car accident and was in a coma in the hospital. He has rushed to the hospital, arriving to find his lover lying on a bed motionless, the only sound coming from the various bleeps and blips of the machines the German was hooked up to. His face was covered in scratches and there was a bandage wrapped around is head. It was colored with dried blood. The doctor has said it was brain trauma. That there was a good chance the patient could wake up. But that never happened. ~End Flashback~ ~ Six months later (present day)~
Crawford silently finished signing the forms. His German lover never has woken up, and six months later they were taking him off life support. It was for the best. At least that's what Crawford kept telling himself. If Schulidig ever did wake up after being asleep so long he would be brain dead. A vegetable. The thought of that hurt Crawford just as much as the thought of giving up on Schuldig. Entering the hospital room Crawford nodded mutely to Nagi and Farfarello. Carefully the all unplugged all of the young man's life support. When they were finished Crawford sat down beside his love, taking his hand and resting his head next to him. Tear flooded down his cheeks and he said his goodbyes.
July 16 1999, Schuldig finally slipped away. He was berried July 22,1999. Everyday his friends come to leave flowers on his grave and talk to him, tell him what's going on in their lives. And they often feel as though he can them.
~Owari~
A/N: oooh this was weird.please R/R if you think I should continue and please, if you hate, try not to kill me it's my first try. ^^ ooh yeah and the italics? It was Schu dying and asking Brad to forgive him for letting go and what not. The flash back was to tell what happened.
Silent Torture
/It feels like someone has reached in and ripped my heart out with their bare hands. Tears are streaming down my face; I can taste the saltiness of them on my lips. It's raining, the drops mingling with the tears on my cheeks. I'm in so much pain. Please make it stop. I want to scream, scream because it hurts, scream because it won't stop. Scream because I'm lost and afraid, afraid I'll never find my way back. The darkness is getting closer. I can feel it, lurking at the edges of my conscious-self. And all I can think about is you. I want to see you again. Please. Please let me live. I want to live. I love you so much. Oh God. The pain is getting worse. My whole body is shaking. Please make it go away. Please let me live. The darkness is growing. All I want to do is reach out and touch you. Tell you I love you. And that I'll never leave you. But I can't. But I can't reach you, your drifting farther and farther away and no matter how much I hope, you won't come back. And I'm lost, what little I hope I had is now next to nothing. I'm sorry. Sorry for everything I ever did to make you hurt, or angry. For everything I ever did wrong. Why won't it end? Why am I stuck in this never-ending nightmare? Please make it stop. Make it go away. Please. I love you so much, but I can't hold on anymore. Don't be mad at me, please understand that./ I love you.
*~**~* ~Flashback~ Brad Crawford had felt like his heart was shattering when he received the phone call. It was about Schuldig. He had been in a car accident and was in a coma in the hospital. He has rushed to the hospital, arriving to find his lover lying on a bed motionless, the only sound coming from the various bleeps and blips of the machines the German was hooked up to. His face was covered in scratches and there was a bandage wrapped around is head. It was colored with dried blood. The doctor has said it was brain trauma. That there was a good chance the patient could wake up. But that never happened. ~End Flashback~ ~ Six months later (present day)~
Crawford silently finished signing the forms. His German lover never has woken up, and six months later they were taking him off life support. It was for the best. At least that's what Crawford kept telling himself. If Schulidig ever did wake up after being asleep so long he would be brain dead. A vegetable. The thought of that hurt Crawford just as much as the thought of giving up on Schuldig. Entering the hospital room Crawford nodded mutely to Nagi and Farfarello. Carefully the all unplugged all of the young man's life support. When they were finished Crawford sat down beside his love, taking his hand and resting his head next to him. Tear flooded down his cheeks and he said his goodbyes.
July 16 1999, Schuldig finally slipped away. He was berried July 22,1999. Everyday his friends come to leave flowers on his grave and talk to him, tell him what's going on in their lives. And they often feel as though he can them.
~Owari~
A/N: oooh this was weird.please R/R if you think I should continue and please, if you hate, try not to kill me it's my first try. ^^ ooh yeah and the italics? It was Schu dying and asking Brad to forgive him for letting go and what not. The flash back was to tell what happened.