This is my first fan fic, so I would be very grateful if reviews were left. Constructive criticism is accepted.


Sunday is gloomy,

My hours are slumberless

Dearest the shadows

I live with are numberless

Her chest rose and fell, in time with the shallow breathing that was sharp amongst the soft atmosphere in the white room.

A small radio sat on the table next to her, gentle waves of music pulsing throughout the room, mixing with her breathing.

Little white flowers

Will never awaken you

Not where the black coach of

Sorrow has taken you

In her withered hand she clutched a deep purple ribbon. The ends were frayed and even as her long fingers picked at the tiny threads, pain shot through her chest.

"Angels have no thought of ever returning you. Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?" Her husky voice murmured.

"Oh Violet."

An equally husky voice joined hers. The owner of the voice held her other hand, his eyes full of sadness as he watched her murmur to herself.

"I didn't mean for it to happen."

The low murmur stopped and Violet slowly turned her head on the white pillow.

"I know Klaus. I know."

Her voice was stolen as her body was racked with coughing, however the agony of her sickness was no match for Klaus' broken heart as he watched his sister suffer.

Gloomy is Sunday,

With shadows I spend it all

My heart and I

Have decided to end it all

"I remember when that song came out," Klaus said sadly. "You hated it."

Violet smiled faintly. "But now I love it."

Klaus nodded and the tears that had been longing to arise in his eyes since he entered the room trickled down his cheeks.

Soon there'll be candles

And prayers that are said I know

Let them not weep

Let them know that I'm glad to go

"Are you scared?" Klaus said softly, tears glistening upon his wrinkled cheeks.

"No," Violet said. "I've had my time. I'll be getting away from this hell."

Her body racked with coughs, her grip on the ribbon loosening.

Death is no dream

For in death I'm caressin' you

With the last breath of my soul

I'll be blessin' you

Gloomy Sunday

Klaus adjusted his circular glasses and wiped the tears of his cheeks.

"It will be ok. Be comforted with the thought that I will no longer suffer. I worry about you."

Dreaming, I was only dreaming

I wake and I find you asleep

In the deep of my heart, dear

Darling I hope

Violet's snowy white hair framed her face, but she could no longer tie it up.

"Think of an invention. Think of an invention to save yourself," Klaus croaked.

"If only I could."

That my dream never haunted you

My heart is tellin' you

How much I wanted you

As she lay there, Violet felt her heart slow. She felt as her eyelids closed. She knew when her hands stopped fiddling with the purple ribbon. She was on the last page of her story, and she knew when her last words would come.

"I'm sorry Klaus."

Gloomy Sunday

Her lips formed a small smile and then- silence.

Klaus felt her hand fall limp in his own.

He could do nothing but stare at the ribbon in her hand, knowing that it wouldn't be used ever again.


Hi guys, this is my first fan fic so please be a bit lenient. Gloomy Sunday is actually a real song and was released in 1935 by Pal Kalmar, who was a Hungarian singer. Gloomy Sunday was first recorded in English by Hal Kemp in 1936, with lyrics by Sam M. Lewis and was recorded the same year by Paul Robeson, with lyrics by Desmond Carter. It became well-known throughout much of the English speaking world after Billie Holiday released her version in 1941.

~Violet.