SO I had to get this out. I'm not real happy with the opening, probably go back and fix it later.
It was as if their lives were a cd, a single song, set on infinite repeat. They were no longer "dating". Not in any way recognizable by their friends anyway. Every few days, it was the same thing. Drink themselves into a stupor, make "love", share a cigarette, then, like clockwork, inevitably, one of them would say something to set the other off.
This time, it had gone on long enough; neither of them remembered where it started, only where it would end.
A shotglass sailed through the air, striking the wall behind Beck.
"Get out."
"Gladly."
Beck picked up his shirt where Jade had torn it off of him, fleeing the storm in Jades eyes and into the one brewing above Hollywood. The combination of the weather, his emotions, and his inebriated state, the outcome was inevitable.
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said, 'I'll love her till I die.'
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
His friends and family gathered over the grave saying their final farewells. Jade stood apart from the rest, unnoticed when the others had all left. After everyone had gone, she slowly approached, kneeled and left a small offering on atop the grave. She stood and removed the Black cigarette from between her lips, putting it out in the chipped shotglass she had placed in front of her.
Cat opened the door of Jades apartment, surprised to find it unlocked when she knocked. She approached jade's bedroom door, pushing it open slowly so as not to disturb jade's grief. After surveying the scene presented to her, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing quietly. The only indication the blackclad girl on the bed was not simply sleeping, arms folded across her chest peacefully, were the two empty bottles laying next to her head, one whiskey, what was left of the label so faded as to be unreadable, the other, an unmarked prescription bottle. Clutched in her stilled fingers was a crumpled picture of Beck, his arms draped lovingly over the smiling Jade lower in the frame.
Her ashes were spread over the grave of her young lover, uniting them in death as they could not do for themselves in life.
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby