Here's to life – Bandits Of The Acoustic Revolution
Okay guys, first fanfic. I'm sure it sucks, but I hope its not too bad. I got the idea to do this from the shuffle challenge, but none of the others felt right, so I ran with this and did a song fic. I'd like to thank all the great authors on here, you guys are forever a hero of mine.
How did Camus really die that night?
Were they right? When he died was it really his time?
Or was it suicide?
And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine.
We go drinking from time to time and I find it gets harder every time.
Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win
The gun in his lap he looked to the sky, thinking of those he lost, those he loved.
Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life,
and I find it gets harder every time.
So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two, and sighed: Here's to Life!
Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
Though three went down (But only two of them come up again)
I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win
"Why did you have to go and end it all? You left me here alone."
Hey there Salinger, what did you do? Just when the world was looking to you to write anything that meant anything, you told us you were through. And it's been years since you passed away, but I see no plaque, and I see no grave and I can't help believing that you wanted it that way.
And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep? You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep. And who was there to break your fall? We're guilty, one and all. And I don't know much, but I do know this: with a golden heart comes a rebel fist and every single soldier wasn't fired, some have quit.
Picking up the cold piece of steel he opened the cylinder and counted the bullets. "I'll be with you soon, my love."
Putting the gun to his head he gulped, slowly squeezing the trigger. The hammer slid back and locked, a bit more and he'd be gone. A glint caught his eye and he looked to a picture frame, handmade, it held a photo of one of the closest people in his life. Putting the gun down on the bed he got up and opened his door.
And it makes me sick when I think of it: all my heroes could not live with this and I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did. And K.D.C, you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line at suicide, here's to life!
"Hey Smarti! Wanna go to the park?" Mumbling to himself Derek looked at the photo again. "I'm not going to leave her, she needs me too much."
"What was that Smerek?"
"Huh? Oh nothing Smarti, now gimme a hug."
Picking up his little sister he spun her around for a bit before setting her down. "Go get ready."
It can be whoever you want, Kendra, Sally Casey, Lizzie, Edwin, Sam, a made up character, whatever. If you liked it, review, if you didn't flame me. :)