Name: I killed you this morning
Author: Kasey M. Biermann
Summary: A depressing poem-sorta story. Mostly Scully's point of view. Character death.
-------I Killed You This Morning By Kasey M. Biermann------
I can't bear it, I can't!
It's too much!
Why?
Why did I have to do it?
Please! I don't want it to be true!
But What could I have done?
You begged me, I have never been able to resist you, always forgiving you for everything.
I love you, and still I did it.
But you told me to!
Why?
If I haven't did as you told me…
I wouldn't be here now, maybe I'd be with you.
But maybe not.
You said that they'd take you, that it would've been done anyway.
You didn't want them to have the satisfaction.
And the tests, then. I didn't want you to go though it either.
I knew you were right, but I also knew that I'd regret it.
And I do! I regret it more than I can bear!
Much more than I can bear.
Maybe if you would've caught me in a better time.
Maybe I would've figured out what to do.
You didn't, though,
So it's true what I did!
I killed you this morning.
You told me not to cry,
Not to regret,
To try to get on with my life
You had me promise it
But it's a promise I can't keep.
I will cry, I am crying now
I regret it already
That won't bring you back,
But I can't help it.
I will drive myself crazy over this
I know this will never turn out good
I won't be able to get on with my life
To live with the fact that i killed you
And I won't sit here forever…
I have to die.
---
The police arrived that afternoon, after a neighbour had called claming to have heard gunshot. What they found was two bodies, sitting in the couch, a man and a woman. The man was shot in his chest, and the woman, still holding the gun, had shot herself in the head. She was curled up beside him, and even though her head was covered in blood, it looked like she had been crying.
An ambulance arrived minutes later, and the bodies where placed in bodybags, and were forgotten. There were no investigation, it was obvious that the woman had shot the man and then killed herself. The reasons were not interresting. Their families were ofcourse contacted, cried on their funerals, and got on with their lives.
So why couldn't she have gotten on?
Why?
What was the strong feelings she couldn't escape?
Those are the questions…
Nobody asks.
Author: Kasey M. Biermann
Summary: A depressing poem-sorta story. Mostly Scully's point of view. Character death.
-------I Killed You This Morning By Kasey M. Biermann------
I can't bear it, I can't!
It's too much!
Why?
Why did I have to do it?
Please! I don't want it to be true!
But What could I have done?
You begged me, I have never been able to resist you, always forgiving you for everything.
I love you, and still I did it.
But you told me to!
Why?
If I haven't did as you told me…
I wouldn't be here now, maybe I'd be with you.
But maybe not.
You said that they'd take you, that it would've been done anyway.
You didn't want them to have the satisfaction.
And the tests, then. I didn't want you to go though it either.
I knew you were right, but I also knew that I'd regret it.
And I do! I regret it more than I can bear!
Much more than I can bear.
Maybe if you would've caught me in a better time.
Maybe I would've figured out what to do.
You didn't, though,
So it's true what I did!
I killed you this morning.
You told me not to cry,
Not to regret,
To try to get on with my life
You had me promise it
But it's a promise I can't keep.
I will cry, I am crying now
I regret it already
That won't bring you back,
But I can't help it.
I will drive myself crazy over this
I know this will never turn out good
I won't be able to get on with my life
To live with the fact that i killed you
And I won't sit here forever…
I have to die.
---
The police arrived that afternoon, after a neighbour had called claming to have heard gunshot. What they found was two bodies, sitting in the couch, a man and a woman. The man was shot in his chest, and the woman, still holding the gun, had shot herself in the head. She was curled up beside him, and even though her head was covered in blood, it looked like she had been crying.
An ambulance arrived minutes later, and the bodies where placed in bodybags, and were forgotten. There were no investigation, it was obvious that the woman had shot the man and then killed herself. The reasons were not interresting. Their families were ofcourse contacted, cried on their funerals, and got on with their lives.
So why couldn't she have gotten on?
Why?
What was the strong feelings she couldn't escape?
Those are the questions…
Nobody asks.