Listening to the Rain
The rain covered the window as my tears covered my face. She was gone, gone forever, and I couldn't do anything about it. I slammed my fist into the wall next to my bed. "Damnitall," I screamed. "Love, why did you have to do that?"
Flashback
The knife felt so cold against my skin as I held the blade to my throat. "If you kill yourself, I'll have to kill myself, too." I cried, watching her tears poor down her cheeks as she cocked the gun. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. "Don't... Don't you do that... Don't!" I screamed, my last "Don't" covered in the noise of the gun shot.
End Flashback
I cringed as I remembered the explosion of the gun mixed with the guttural cry from my throat. I remembered how I dropped the knife and rain to her side, holding her long past her last breath.Wiping the tears out of my eyes, I turned on the radio. It was Fuel playing "Hemorrhage (In My Hands)". 'God,' I thought, 'Please, anything but this. I'd even rather listen to Shaggy, then this.' I couldn't change the station, and the music didn't stop.
"Don't fall away, And leave me to myself. Don't fall away, And leave love bleeding in my hands...."
The music played along, and I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Looking at the shelf parallel from my refrigerator, I saw her picture. I reached and picked it up, staring deeply into those brown eyes. Tears came again, and lightening flashed bright in the night sky. All noise vanished as I grasped the long blade of the knife and began to tear into my skin, as though it were butter. A gorgeous red trickle of blood grew as I drew the knife over the major vein in my arm. Shortly, a deep, warm pain coursed through my body, leaving me at peace and at rest. I switched hands, and repeated the procedure on my other arm. The red trickle, then the pain. I sighed and laid down onto my couch. I reached for a piece of paper, anything at all I could write on. It turned out to be an advertisement. I wrote, in my own blood, "Goodbye." Slowly fading out of consciousness, I muttered, "I'm coming, Angel. Please, wait for me!"
Does anyone know who this fanfic is about? Well, I guess you'll just have to wait until the prequel to find out!
The rain covered the window as my tears covered my face. She was gone, gone forever, and I couldn't do anything about it. I slammed my fist into the wall next to my bed. "Damnitall," I screamed. "Love, why did you have to do that?"
Flashback
The knife felt so cold against my skin as I held the blade to my throat. "If you kill yourself, I'll have to kill myself, too." I cried, watching her tears poor down her cheeks as she cocked the gun. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. "Don't... Don't you do that... Don't!" I screamed, my last "Don't" covered in the noise of the gun shot.
End Flashback
I cringed as I remembered the explosion of the gun mixed with the guttural cry from my throat. I remembered how I dropped the knife and rain to her side, holding her long past her last breath.Wiping the tears out of my eyes, I turned on the radio. It was Fuel playing "Hemorrhage (In My Hands)". 'God,' I thought, 'Please, anything but this. I'd even rather listen to Shaggy, then this.' I couldn't change the station, and the music didn't stop.
"Don't fall away, And leave me to myself. Don't fall away, And leave love bleeding in my hands...."
The music played along, and I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Looking at the shelf parallel from my refrigerator, I saw her picture. I reached and picked it up, staring deeply into those brown eyes. Tears came again, and lightening flashed bright in the night sky. All noise vanished as I grasped the long blade of the knife and began to tear into my skin, as though it were butter. A gorgeous red trickle of blood grew as I drew the knife over the major vein in my arm. Shortly, a deep, warm pain coursed through my body, leaving me at peace and at rest. I switched hands, and repeated the procedure on my other arm. The red trickle, then the pain. I sighed and laid down onto my couch. I reached for a piece of paper, anything at all I could write on. It turned out to be an advertisement. I wrote, in my own blood, "Goodbye." Slowly fading out of consciousness, I muttered, "I'm coming, Angel. Please, wait for me!"
Does anyone know who this fanfic is about? Well, I guess you'll just have to wait until the prequel to find out!