A/N: Well, this is my first songfic. It's based off the MCR song "The Ghost of You." I will warn you now, it's depressing. If you're not all for depressing fics, why did you click here?
Disclaimer: I don't own Zack or Maddie, but I wish I did...for reasons no one would understand.
The Ghost of You
I never said I'd lie and wait forever
If I died, we'd be together
I can't always just forget her
But she could try
He lied in his bed staring at the ceiling, just thinking about the loved one he lost. He was his most cherished memory, his most…special love. She was gone, and he hated himself for it. He knew she would still be here if it weren't for him.
At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home, never coming home
Could I? Should I?
He remembered her sweet smile, her angelic voice. He remembered all the times he had tried to hit on her, and all the times she sarcastically rejected him. He remembered her promise to him that day. Her promise to dance with him at his prom because he had danced with her at her own. But his prom would be five years from now…there would be no way she could possibly keep it now. And it was all his fault.
And all the things that you never ever told me
And the smiles that are ever ever…
Ever…
He remembered that fateful day. She had died in his arms. It was all his fault. If only he hadn't have convinced her into going to that concert with him…
Suddenly, he sat up. No, he thought. He realized that it wasn't his fault his cherished angel had passed. It was him.
Get the feeling that you're never
All alone and I remember now
It wasn't his fault that there happened to be a shooting at that concert. It wasn't his fault that the shooter was angry at the world. He knew now that he could never forgive the man that destroyed both their lives. He remembered her dying words…
He remembered. "I'm…sorry…that I couldn't…keep my promise."
Then she was gone.
At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies
She dies…
He stood up. He had to find the man who did this. He vowed to avenge his love at any price. He would even give his own live, just to be able to see her smile one more time.
At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home, never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
He realized that he couldn't rest until that man was dead. And he was going to kill him himself. He weighed the odds. A little thirteen-year-old kid, against a large man possibly in his thirties. OK. Not good odds. But the means justified the odds. He was avenging his angel. That was enough for him.
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
He had found the man in a café. Ironic. He shot many people at a concert less than two weeks previous, yet he was walking around as if he were a free and innocent man.
If I fall…
He walked up to the man, both possessing weapons concealed. The man looked down at him. "What?" the man said gruffly.
If I fall…
Down…
He pulled the gun he stole from his mother's hidden place, and the man did likewise. Their guns were pointed at each other's heads, but neither of them shot. The people in the café panicked at the sight of a young boy and a grown man aiming a loaded weapon to one another's heads.
"You killed her." He was furious at the man.
"I've killed many," the man replied in his gruff tone.
At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
"You've taken my angel from me!"
You are never coming home
Never coming home
Never coming home
Never coming home
"Put your toy down, boy," said the man, still gruff in tone, but calmly, as if he weren't about to be blown away by an angry little boy.
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
"I'll see you in hell!" he yelled at the man.
Both pulled the trigger. Both guns fired. Both characters dropped.
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
"I…did it…I did it…for you…Maddie." He lay on the ground, his spirit slowly leaving his body.
For all the ghosts that are never gonna…
A/N: See, what did I tell you? It was kinda sad. Sorry if it was poorly written. It's kinda 12:16 AM right now and I should be sleep. But this story popped into my head as soon as I turned on the song. I REALLY didn't want to kill off Maddie, but she was the only one I think of right now. So please, review. But if you didn't like the idea of Maddie dying and Zack dying to avenge her, then don't flame. Flame only…ONLY…if you have a valid idea to make either this or my future songfics better.
Don't misjudge my infinite stupidity lol
Zamison