(A/N Finally updated, I forgot about this luls, but now its updated. Dunn expect fast updates though, cuz I get too lazy, and i need insperation. I'll try my best though.)

I dunn own TDA, TDI, or TDWT, I also dunn own The End by Bullet For My Valentine

TDA TDI, and TDWT never happened.

enjoy


Your hair reminds me of a time when we once were

Your fingernails that marked my back now rot in earth
The sheets we slept in blew away and now the storm is over
The taste of you inside my mouth remains but still I'm hearing

Hands clammy, and sweat dotting along his forehead, Trent jerked awake again. It's been the same for the past week, ever since he came to realization that she has left him for good. In his dream he would see her lying naked, heavy make-up smeared and breathing hard next to him, he would run his fingers through her short choppy teal hair, and know that she would never betray him. He would lean down to kiss her porcelain cheek, but somewhere after he kisses her things start to go wrong. She fades away before he could caress her skin one more time. Something in his mind clicks, and then he starts so realize that she's no longer there with him. Physically she's not there, but his mind has been playing dirty ticks on him, telling him that she's here, but you just can't have her.

There's no love everybody's crying
There's no truth everyone's misguided

She doesn't even pick up the phone, she has left their apartment. The day he came back from his tour he bought a bouquet of black roses for her, and while he was knocking on the door he was hoping that she would be there waiting for his return, and jumping into his arms telling him how she was an idiot for breaking up with him, and that she had missed him when he was away. As the door swung open pale arms enveloped him. His sprits lifted, but when he looked down so he could stare into her eyes, they weren't onyx, but they were blue. He was shocked, but after he chatted with the new girl she told him that Gwen had moved out a month ago.

Had she left him for good? Was it all a mistake? He doesn't know anymore. Everything seems like plastic, everything seems fake to him. His plastic heart has been punctured through, he split up with his band, he doesn't do anything productive anymore, just sitting around, dreaming about love that no longer existed.

He felt small, like a little boy. He felt broken, and misguided. She's the only remedy for him.

And now the end is here
There's no more pills to swallow
The bitter taste I feel won't lead me to tomorrow

Frustrated he that his mind is fucking with him, he slammed his fist onto his steering wheel. Yes, he did rent a small apartment, and Heather did ask him if he wanted to move in with her, but he felt like he couldn't betray Gwen even if she had betrayed him, and he felt like he couldn't fall asleep in a bed anymore so for now he sleeps in his car.

He plucks on his guitar, the same chords he had played for her ages ago, but this time it was different. The lyrics had changed, form the light "I love yous" to "You seem so far away, do you still remember my name?" His eyes become blood shot as tears trickle into his mouth, choking him when he sings along, faltering his voice.

He has had break ups many times in his dating life, but never has he been left without a proper farewell or break up. He thought that they were forever; his mind has been racing swiftly from thinking. It makes him feel light-headed, like he is dizzy, and makes him believe that she's coming back soon. But tomorrow morning, when he is sober, he will know that the truth is that she is gone for good.

Is he going insane? This was a question he couldn't even answer.

Your scent reminds me of a place we used to go
The kisses placed upon my neck show signs of no return
The bed we "fucked" in smells the same and now the stench is fading
The taste of you inside my mouth remains but still I'm hearing

Once or twice his feet would lead him out from his asylum, and they would take him for a walk along the sea wall. Musty scents from the ocean would fill his nostrils, and it would take him away, and he wouldn't feel the pain anymore, it was as if he was getting high off the scent of the sea. Gwen and him used to go on walks there when it rained. They would just walk along side of each other quietly holding hands, getting sucked into their own worlds. In fact, they were just there last month, but that seemed so distant now, he chuckled bitterly as scenes replayed in his mind.

After their long walks of silence, they would usually have extreme make-out sessions in the back of his car. Wet, damp, and cold from the rain they would snuggle together trying to capture as much warmth as possible. Soon clothing articles would be removed and their hearts would start racing, trailing kisses amongst each other, tasting the sweet sweat. She would fall asleep afterwards, and he would clothe her and carry her up to their apartment, and let her sleep there.

The tables have turned, her taste remains, but she is now just a memory lingering in his head.

There's no love
Everybody's crying
There's no truth
Everyone's misguided

Vodka, after vodka, he drank so much he started to see her everywhere, singing with him when he was strumming notes, breathing hard next to him when he was sleeping, hugging him in the shower, grinding hard against him at the club. Shit! He is going insane! Hangover, after hangover(A/N bananas, oranges, and egg yolks help hangovers LMFAO!), his head feels as if nails are raking at it, but its okay now, he sees her, and that is all that matters.

He feels lost within his own insanity, not knowing where to go or why it is affecting him so much. Maybe it was because he loved her so much, and still loves her…

And now the end is here
There's no more pills to swallow
The bitter taste I feel
Won't lead me to tomorrow

For now he was contempt with seeing her. He would smirk like a baby. What if the alcohol wears off, and doesn't do it's job? What if he dies from his pounding head?

Cries for anger, lies for power
Fighting for nothing is what you were born for
Cries for anger, lies for power
Fighting for nothing is what you were born for

Yeaaaaaah!

Cries for anger, lies for power
Fighting for nothing is what you were born for
Cries for anger, lies for power
Fighting for nothing is what you were born foooooooooooooooooor

Some time later depression turned into anger, he would rip out her heart someday like she had done to him. What a little bitch she was, fucking with his emotions, and then throwing him here by him self like a rag doll, chucking he as if he was a piece of shit.

One night not long ago on his walk along the sea wall he spotted her. At least he thought it was her, teal hair, fair skin, clad in pin-stripped dress, one hand holding onto her high heels, the other intertwined with a punk loser's. What a little fucker she was, he could feel his blood boiling in his head, rage pressing up, ready to corrupt.

She was not worth it he wanted to kill her, and then tear her beautiful corpse limb by limb, and watch her blood drain away. He wouldn't anger again. He wanted to but he wouldn't, he knew he was still falling for her stupid game. He still loved her…


Was it too off track from da last time? Was it decent? Was it horrible? What could I improve on?

R&R Please!x}