Author's Note (Monster): Hello, our lovelies! I've been working very hard on my 30 Love Drabbles for april where I will finish every single request. I've got 14 to do at the moment. This story is just a sneak peek of what I've been writing. Don't worry, not all of them are depressing. Replies to the reviews below, enjoy!
If you have a favourite pairing/summary you'd like to see on here, request in the reviews below or send me a message and I'll turn it into a story as soon as possible.
Danny x Charlie Scene requested by no one but I'm working on the requests.
A light summer breeze pleasantly swept through my hair. It was growing again. I'd have to cut it. That's for sure. He didn't like it when I let my hair grow too long. Just like how I didn't like it when he chose to dye his hair blonde. It didn't look well on him. He was meant to be dark haired. That beautiful brunette of mine. His smile could turn any monster to stone. That smile never even wavered. He balanced on top of the wall, arms spread fiercely as he wasn't afraid to fall. I trusted him. I always did. He'd never fall. He'd never get hurt. He was a God.
My beautiful God.
I'd catch him if he ever fell. Just like I always did.
He leaned over the depth of the pit he could fall into and showed me that beautiful smile again. "You love me, don't you, Charlie?"
"Of course I love you, Danny. I always will. You're so beautiful", I smiled back at him. He chuckled, the pleasant sound echoing throughout the entire place. This dark place. The clouds covered the sun, the air suddenly grew cold. Danny's smile changed into one of pure fear as he shook. "Charlie, what's happening?"
"I don't know", I murmured. I turned around to see where the clouds were coming from. Why were they suddenly covering the sky so quickly? Where was that summer sun? The summer breeze? All I could feel was a storm coming up. Rain poured out of the sky in buckets and heavy droplets fell on my face. I turned back to look at Danny on top of the wall but he wasn't there.
He wasn't standing on the wall anymore.
My breath caught in my throat as I could see him lying on the floor, directly underneath the wall.
He fell.
He fell and I didn't catch him.
I ran over to him but the run seemed to go on. I couldn't reach him. It took forever before I could finally drop down on my knees next to him. My knees scraped the rough surface and made the skin tear but I couldn't care less. The only thing I cared about, was saving Danny.
His eyes were wide open, head bleeding. I checked his breath. None. I checked his pulse. None. I remembered CPR and pushed on his chest before trying to blow life into his lungs and veins. He didn't budge. I grew restless, panicked. My entire body shook as I looked back into the open before yelling: "HELP! Somebody help us!"
No one was there.
No one could save us.
No one could save him.
I took Danny into my arms, cradled him against my chest as I caressed his cheek. "Come on now, Danny. You can survive this. You'll be fine. Come on, Danny. Please, Danny? I love you, Danny? Please come back to me?"
No reaction.
Only the cold dead stare of his eyes. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed in hiccups. Danny, my beloved Danny. Please don't go. I love you, Danny.
He wasn't breathing.
His heart wasn't beating.
He was dead.
All because I didn't catch him when he fell.
He was dead because of me.
I gasped awake. My whole body shuddered because of the nightmare. My stomach got upset and tried to heave last night's dinner onto my sheets but I managed not to vomit. Sweat made my shirt stick to my skin as the tears rolled down my cheeks. Fuck. That was a horrible nightmare.
I must've screamed in my sleep again because my eyes met the curious gazes of my friends. "Hey."
"Was it the nightmare again?" J-Dog mused.
"It was."
"You dreamed about Danny dying?" Funny Man asked.
I nodded my head, feeling horrible all over. "I don't know why I keep dreaming of his death. I don't even know what's reality anymore sometimes because of it. I'm just happy every time I wake up to find him safe and sound. Fuck, I don't even know what I'd do if Danny died."
Johnny gazed down at the floor before saying. "Charlie, we need to show you something."
"What is it? Why are you guys so serious? The nightmare is over?"
The blue masked rapper beckoned for Charlie to come closer to the table up front. It was covered in paper pieces. The newspaper of last month. Why did they want to show me that?
An article caught my eye. I took it into my hands, fingers shaking as I read the title:
SINGER SHOT IN THE HEAD DURING CONCERT
Daniel Murillo (34) was supposed to play just another show in Los Angeles with his band Hollywood Undead. They had played there plenty of times before but this time they couldn't have foreseen the terrible future as an armed man entered the building and started shooting away in the audience. With fifty people wounded, twelve dead, Danny was amongst those who didn't…
I quit reading.
I couldn't.
I knew how that sentence was supposed to end. I looked up at the guys confused. "Why didn't I know that?"
"It's been like this every day, Charlie. Look around. This is your house."
I looked around, seeing my own house. "What are you guys doing in my house at night?"
"We've been watching you. Every night you wake up out of a nightmare, convinced Danny's alive in your waking life. We need to tell you he's not every single night."
"Why do I believe he's alive when he's not?"
"Psychiatrists suspect you're repressing his death. It must've been traumatic to hold him like that while he's dead, Charlie. You kept begging for him to wake up and telling him you loved him. It was horrible to witness. I can only imagine how painful it was for you to lose him so you must be repressing that memory. Until we remind you every night. You somehow always wake up out of that state and…"
Johnny's words faded into thin air as an image entered my mind
My knees scraped the smooth surface of the stage and made the skin burn but I couldn't care less. The only thing I cared about, was saving Danny.
His eyes were wide open, head bleeding. I checked his breath. None. I checked his pulse. None. I remembered CPR and pushed on his chest before trying to blow life into his lungs and veins. He didn't budge. I grew restless, panicked. My entire body shook as I looked backstage before yelling: "HELP! Somebody help us!"
No one was there. They were screaming, running over each other to flee the building in order not to get shot. I couldn't care less. If Danny was dead, the murderer could shoot a bullet through my head and I'd be happy.
No one could save us. They were too busy running for their own lives. Even our own band left us to die.
No one could save him. Not even me.
I took Danny into my arms, cradled him against my chest as I caressed his cheek. "Come on now, Danny. You can survive this. You'll be fine. Come on, Danny. Please, Danny? I love you, Danny? Please come back to me?"
No reaction.
Only the cold dead stare of his eyes. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed in hiccups. Danny, my beloved Danny. Please don't go. I love you, Danny.
He wasn't breathing.
His heart wasn't beating.
He was dead.
All because I couldn't push him away in time to dodge the bullet.
He was dead because of me.
I faintly felt a hand tugging my arm, screaming at me to come along to safety. We had to get out of there before we got hit. After that I went numb and let myself get pulled along as Danny slipped from my arms.
Please Review, they're our heavy fuel!
HUshipper: I definitely forgot J-Deuce was your OTP. That enthusiasm though!
AngelxCloud: It's ok. You're always welcome to come read again. I should do another Supernatural AU though.
ZeroPerfection: I wonder if any of my tips have helped you yet. I'd say write from the heart. I wrote this one-shot along with another one when I wasn't really doing fine so negative emotions certainly help a lot.
HU4LIFEBITCHES: I started working on that FTM!Danny closet request a bit ago. I'm not sure who I'll pair him up with yet though. I guess you'll see when I post it in the april frenzy where I'll update Love Drabbles for 30 days after one another.
Krash-n-Ace: So you changed your username. Cool, a bit confusing at first. Don't be shy. I've been a lot more sociable lately than I ever was. I'm your favourite author? That is such a compliment. I get bored sometimes so I skim around stories and comment as I see fit.
