Just Your Typical Emo Love Story

I wanted to write a story about an Emo love story, because my friends said I am good at writing. So here I am writing the story.

I met my boyfriend, Xavier, about a year ago. I wanted to date him for a while and I had dated him for 6 months, but he got killed and its all my fault. Here's how it happened.

6 Months Ago

I watched as Xavier got in the car. "Xavier," I mutter. "Do you want me to stay with you?" I ask, as my friends close the car door. I sigh and he shakes his head. He was drunk, very drunk. I watch as he curls up in a ball like a puppy. "Go on, sweetie. Have a good time," he whispers. "I love you," he says. "I love you, too," I say and open the door. I kiss him and shut the door. I run back into the party.

We return about 2 or 3 hours later and go out into the car. "Xavier?" a boy named Floyd asks. He sigh and shakes him. I stop as Floyd pronounces him as dead. I feel a hand on my shoulder as I fall to the ground. I look up and see Sean who is popping pills. I sigh and I get up. "How could you do this?!" I scream at him. He looks at me. "Do what?" he asks. My eyes burn with tears and I feel the tears. "You gave him the pills, you made him take them and you killed him?!" I yell. His eyes widen with shock. "Because I didn't know he was allergic to them," he says. I put my hands in my face and cry. "Can we just leave?" he asks and I take a shaky breath. My friend Sabrina help me up and I cry all the way to Xavier's house.

When we arrive, I knock on the door and cry to his mother. "He's dead," Sean says. I pull away and Xavier's mom. Sasha, is glaring at me. "Why did you come?" she asks. "Because you accused me," I whisper. I see Floyd carrying Xavier to his father. I fall to the ground and Sabrina comforts me.

When I get to my house, I go to my room and check my email. I have no messages so I turn everything off and crawl into my bed, dreaming that he would come back. I wake up the next morning only to lock my door and the French door. I go back to bed and fall asleep. I think of how I loved Xavier and how much he cared for me. I realize I can't get to sleep, so I get up and go to the French doors and unlock them I feel the warm air. I cry silently and I hear a knock on my door. I go over to it and open it. I wanted my dadto be behind it, but it was my mother. I sigh and she hugs me. "I know how much you loved him," she says. I push her away. "You knew nothing about him. You didn't know how much I loved him, because you never cared!" I yell. "You said he was a freak and don't deny it, because I heard you and dad talking. He was defending me and Xavier, while you just said that you didn't like him and now you all of a sudden like him?" I yell and she steps back. "Well, mom you are a little to late, because he's dead!," I scream and push her out of my room. I slam my door.

I was so depressed and I wasn't being able to recover. I never talked to my friend. I never wanted to go outside. I never wanted to talk to my parents. One day I had enough. I flung myself into the bathroom and grabbed some medicine. I flew back to my room. I send out messages, emails and texts to everyone I know telling them goodbye.

I felt myself slipping away. I was losing, but I was used to loosing, so it didn't bother me. I take the last pill. I immediately regretted not going to Xavier's funereal as I swallow the pill. I lay on my bed and I cover up. And I slip away slowly…