A/N: I decided to make another one-shot. This one is angsty one-sided Auslly.
Does it hurt seeing her with Dallas? Yeah. Does it hurt knowing she would never like me that way? Heck yeah. Does it hurt finding she was pregnant with his child? Hell yeah.
"Congratulations." I murmur, ducking my head so she wouldn't see the tears. "I'm so happy for you." I lie through my teeth. But she sees the tears.
"Austin? Are you okay?" No, I'm not. Not at all. But she cannot know that.
"Yeah Ally; I just…stubbed my toe on the door." When did I become such a bad liar? "I would talk longer, but I should go put some ice on this so…" I shut the door in her face. Great, now she'll never leave me alone. Smooth, Moon, real smooth.
I wish she would leave me alone. I'd never have to feel the pain. The pain of her with another. Dallas. Stupid effing Dallas. I just hate him, I mean; he is a nice guy, a nice guy who stole my Ally. She stopped writing my songs after she got with Dallas. My fame plummeted.
Pain. It's all I feel. Red. It's all I see. I clutch my fists, breathing deeply. It doesn't work. I still feel like punching Dallas in the face. I want him to die.
No, I want myself to die. Suicide. Something I thought I would never have to think about. But the thought seems nice. I would never have to feel the pain again. Ever.
-Time skip: nine months-
I finally got serious about suicide. But first, for God knows what reason, I checked the mail. There was a bunch of junk, I took the letter from Ally. I run back up the stairs, and lock my bedroom door. I slit my wrists, deeply with my pocket knife. The blood trickes down, slathering the top half of my arm. I open the letter. Baby pictures. Of Ally and his baby. Under the picture it says:
Child of Allyson Marie and Dallas Damien Jensen
Daniel Austin Jensen
I can't finish, because it's then that I die. But a smile crosses my face, and I die happy. Because I'm her baby's middle name.