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Love Me When I'm Gone

"I won't always be there, so love me when I'm gone"

"When I'm Gone"- 3 Doors Down

(Mitchie's POV)

It hurt me, seeing him with her. I can only picture when he used to look at me like that, when I used to put a smile on his face. They do everything together, just like we used to. They'd go to the beach, and end up walking silently along the shore; we used to be that way. They're out at the park and he's pushing her on the swings, we used to be that way too.

I don't know what I'm feeling anymore. Maybe it's pain, or sadness, or jealousy. But then why do I smile when I see them kiss, even though it sends an icy knife through my heart? Maybe I like seeing him happy, even though I feel like I'm dying. And I am, dying that is. Slowly each day, another little piece of my heart fades away. But I'm glad that there will be someone there for him if he is sad when I'm gone.

The knife shines in the sunlight leaking into the room from under the door. The walls are a lime green, and the carpet a bright purple. This is my room, or it was. We used to sit in here for hours, just playing with each other's fingers. He said he loved me, but now he loves her. I gave him my heart, and in return he broke it into pieces. But I can't blame him. Who would want me, a small town loser, when they could have a famous singer?

I know that I shouldn't do this, but in my heart, I feel that it's right. He doesn't want me anymore, and so I will let him have her. After tonight he won't have to worry about me getting in the way anymore.

I look at the letter on the floor. It's perfect. And then I raise the dagger and slowly plunge it into what's left of my broken heart.

ONE HOUR LATER

(Shane's POV)

I walk into the hall of her house. It's been two years, and only now am I going to get my stuff back. There are so many memories in this house, but I don't have time to remember them as Lola is waiting outside.

I open the door to her small bedroom, and my mouth falls to the floor. No, oh god no. Please don't let this be real.

She's lying on the floor, pale, motionless, and in a pool of blood. A letter is near her, and I pick it up.

Dear Shane,

I am so sorry if this hurts you, but it needed to be done. I'm happy that you found someone who can make you smile, even if that's not me. I just wanted to say that I love you. Never forget me Shane, as I'll be watching your life play out. Good luck with Lola, I know that you two are perfect for each other.

Write her a song Shane, kiss her forehead. Tell her that you love her and never let her go. She'll be yours forever, I know it. And if you find the time to, love me when I'm gone.