Bathroom Floor
Hey. I have never written a very angsty piece, a one-parter, or a 24 fic before. So I guess this is pretty new for me. I was just surfing the net and this idea came to me, so I decided to just put it down on paper so other people can read it. Please comment. Ugh… this story scares me I have never written anything this intense before… so tell me what you think. This takes place after season 3, before season 4.
Damn you fucking coward. Just get it over with.
Self deprecating thoughts filled his mind as he stared at the pistol sitting in front of him.
Your so fucked up you can't even get up the nerve to do what you should have done weeks ago.
The tiles of the bathroom floor were like ice on his skin, as he sat hunched over, his only clothing a pair of maroon boxer shorts.
Your so pathetic, the only way you can feel close to her is to wear a pair of underwear that she bought you a millennia ago. Just get it over with, the world is better without you.
The aroma of vomit and alcohol intermixed was almost enough to make him sick again, as his head still pounded from a hangover that had not gone away in months.
Its not like anyone will miss you. Who would miss a man who was a traitor to his country? A man who had been so far past drunk that he couldn't even maintain his balance long enough to chase after his wife as she walked out the door? Who would miss this man? No one.
Tears began to fall down his face as he remembered the woman he had lost. He picked up the pistol at the memory of her tears as she walked out the door for the last time. He had to do this. There was nothing left for him. He put the gun to his temple and closed his eyes.
Just pull the damn trigger. Its that easy and it will all be over. Your pain will be over.
In his head, he could see her smile. He had sacrificed everything just to be able to see that smile again. But he had lost her smile that day. Steven Saunders, along with his freedom, had taken away that beautiful smile.
Just do it for her. Her life would be so much easier if she didn't have to deal with you ever again.
He opened his eyes, and for the hundredth time that day, he looked over at the papers scattered on the floor. "Petition for Divorce" they stated clearly at the top. The woman who had delivered them to his door that morning had run quickly away as she saw the strong, muscular man in front of her fall apart in tears upon reading that line.
She doesn't want you in her life anymore. Just a flick of your finger and you can be out of her life forever. Do it because you love her.
But the gun fell to the floor at this thought. The sound of the metal hitting the tile vibrated through the room as he pulled his knees towards his face and began to sob. Because he knew that he loved her. And because he loved her, he knew she was the most wonderful woman in the world. He knew how much he would hurt her if he took his life. Because even if she didn't love him anymore, she was still the most caring person he had ever met. And because he loved her, he pulled himself up and walked out of the bathroom right back into the hell his life had become when she walked away from him.