This is a song fic. I really hope you like it. I've never done one before but this song is amazing!! You really have to listen to it lol. It's called Gloomy sunday by sarah mclaclan. PLEASE R&R
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Obsidian xxXxx
She awoke shaking and cold. Tossed from another nightmare. Alone. That's all she was now, Alone. He was gone. Joseph was gone. She gazed to the empty side of the bed. Fresh tears forming and spilling out of her eyes. They followed the trail of the tears she had cried herself to sleep with last night.
Clarisse starred at the clock. The hours just passed by like an eternity now. Without Joseph she felt as if every time she woke up being delivered into hell. Sunday, only two days since he had left this world. She could often still hear his voice. Fleeting shadows that flew through her empty room hung at walls. They tormented her soul, reminded her of him. Every movement of the drapes, ever whisper of the wind sent chills of cruel excitement through her veins. Excitement that she would wake from this nightmare and awake in his arms
Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
She buried her sleep drained and tear stained face into his pillow. It still smelt like him. Tears soaking the soft pillow. Her mind could for just mere moments let her believe he was still with her. That the white flowers she had placed in his eternal prison would wither away without him. She had begged him every minute he had been gone to come back. To wake up. Pleaded with the shadows to not leave her but no answer came, only shadows and nothing more.
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of
Sorrow has taken you
They told her she had to move on but how could she when he was gone. She couldn't live without him. Could hardly breath. couldn't even eat. He was never coming back
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?
She chocked back a sob. Starring to his bedside table where his knife lay. So keen to protect her from the evils of the world. He kept it there always. He now lay resting somewhere so far that he could protect her no more. An open invitation. Shadows flitted across the walls. The drapes floating further and further into the room. Suffocating in there dominance of her once peaceful retreat. The knife glistened in the harsh moonlight. Pain coursing through her, razors in her blood. She grasped it. Held it tightly to her chest. Her only saviour now that he was gone.
Gloomy is Sunday,
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Eyes cast to the ceiling, a sky swirling above her bed. Even that drifted across her ceiling threw eyes down to where she sat. The world, so sure of her madness, wanted her to go to. She could tell. She felt little remorse for who she might leave behind. Selfish though she may be, she needed it to end
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Her lungs seemed to know that they would soon breath no more for she gasped at the air. It felt thicker somehow, like a force kept her from the deep steady breath she craved. She took the blade. Once, twice, three time's she slashed both wrists. No pain came. None at all. Just relies, relief and a touch of a smile that curved her drying lips. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't live without him. The only man she ever really loved.
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
Ill be blessing you
Sunday is Gloomy
