A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed- it means a lot to me. To those who requested songs- sure, I will add them in soon (maybe after the next two or three chapters) and yes, I'll take requests, as long as you guys give me some time to do them :) Annd, to the person who requested some fluff...I will get to that ASAP (I've got the next few written out already and I want to get those posted before I write any more). So THANK YOU ALL, and I hope you continue to enjoy. This song is While Your Lips Are Still Red by Nightwish.


"Kiss, while your lips are still red."

breathe. in and out and in and out. when you open your eyes, the scene before you will be gone, you're positive it will. it will be like theater; the lights will go out and the sets will change. you won't have to see it again. it will be as though it n.e.v.e.r.e.x.i.s.t.e.d. tap your heels thrice, and you'll be back in bed. life will move on.

but it doesn't, and it won't. because you can't erase death (there is no editing out, all ticket sales are final). so when you lift your lids and see little cat valentine, spread-eagle on the linoleum floor, laying in a pool of blood as red as her hair, you want to scream for the director to put the curtain back up (the play isn't over!). oh, but it is. it takes you a while before you realize that, (in.), it always has been.

cat had always seemed so energetic, so happy, so full of life (alive). she would throw her hands into the air and shout to the sun, twirl in circles (around&around) until the stars became blurs. she would bounce around as though life were one big trampoline, as though the second something bad happened, you'd just be propelled upward again by the elastic force of life. she had a way of turning the mood in any room, just by her presence- nothing was ever frightening or devastating when cat was in the room. where you were the moon, cat was the sun, bringing light and warmth to all she encountered.

cat was brightness and bubbles and grins and giggles, and you wonder how it is you never saw, how you never knew. there must have been something deep inside, something brewing there, just waiting to snap. you wish she had told someone. you wish she had told you; you're sure you could have stopped this, had you known. you realize that whatever it was, she his it far inside, and she never would have told anyone, even if you had begged. there was also a chance that no one would have believed her- how could anyone suspect a young girl who had the world, of being capable of...of this. everyone had always expected this from you (yeah that's just jade, she's depressed again) but never from sweet, naïve cat valentine. you wonder where she even learned to hold a knife.

you think to yourself that there must have been something, something that set her off (wasitsomethingyoudid?). but then you think some more and you realize that maybe cat didn't even know she was doing it. maybe she just liked the shiny liquid, the color red. maybe she just wanted to see more more more of it. maybe she thought it was a game.

you stare down at the crumpled girl at your side. she's bent, broken (she can't be fixed). but fuck, she looks beautiful. and maybe it's just your sick, twisted sense of beauty, but you're heart speeds up at the sight of the little smear of blood on her cheek (it looks like a heart), and way the ruby fluid flows around her like a river, and the way her chest is still as a statue, as if she is a piece of fine art, an exhibition of perfection. you feel like she should be a sculpture at a museum- something for people to walk around and view (look, but don't touch). the stark beauty of her body, combined with the contrast of the white linoleum floor and the vivid scarlet blood sluicing through it's cracks...there is something sensual about the whole thing.

her blood is slick between your fingers, and your numb brain registers that it is still warm. still running. still fresh. some of it smears across your cheek as you wipe away your five hundred and fifty fifth tear of the night- you're surprised you can even see out of your eyes anymore. you don't think you've ever cried like this before, and you don't think you ever will again.

cat. you whisper her name like a lifeline, but you note the irony, because "life" really isn't the most fitting word anymore. your musings so far have been purely selfless, and now you turn to your own worries. how will you survive without her? who will hold your hand when you're too scared to walk through the front door of your own house? who will kiss your scars and tell you they're beautiful? who will you call when you're three seconds from pulling the trigger, and you just need to know someone cares? who will you yell out for in the night when you wake with another one of those damned dreams? you've never opened up to anyone else, and you're not sure you will ever be able to again. you think to yourself…who will you ever love again?

with a heavy heart you glance down once more at the lifeless body of cat valentine. you press your lips to hers before standing up and walking out the door, leaving two small words behind. "aannndd…..scene."


A/N: Yea I know, I know, another dark one. After the next one or so, they'll get happier, I promise. :) Let me know if you all prefer lighter plots or darker? And for future reference, I'm going to try and make these a bit longer. So..I hate begging for reviews, but you know I have to xD As writers, I'm sure you all realize that reviews MAKE A PERSONS DAY. So...anyway...thanks for reading. Happy New Year!