Gloomy Sunday Aha, here is another attempt at JtHM fanfiction. ^_^ It's to the song Gloomy Sunday by Bjork. This song has been done by many people, but Bjork's is my favorite, for I am a large fan of Bjork. She, Jhonen Vasquez, Tim Burton, and Joel Hodgson own me. I DID NOT write the lyrics, and I CERTAINLY don't own any of the characters, they belong to the almighty man who is Jhonen Vasquez. The lyrics are in Italics. I hope you enjoy this!
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Sunday is gloomy
The hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
"Another day...another day...wasted..." said a low, dreary voice. The voice belonged to Johnny C., otherwise known as Nny. Johnny sat, bored, looking out of his window. It was a very gloomy day, and the rain was pouring down. It was that Sunday after that night... the night in which he wrecked the only chance he had of being happy. "Why did I do it," said Nny, "what could have made me act so terrible..." His voice was trembling, and he actually had a tear running down his face. "What made me think someone could ever love me, anyway?"
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the dark coach
Of sorrow has taken you
"I have to end this pain," said Nny, "I have to end this pain once and for all... I want to make this suffering end..." He thought of everything he had ever done. He thought of all of the lives who were gone, all by his hands. He thought of what he did to Devi. He thought so hard and furiously, he felt as thought his head could explode. He cried to himself. "I want to be a better person... Why am I so fucked?" He wanted so many things, but out of all of those things, no longing could compare to the longing he felt for Devi.
Angels have no thought
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
"Yesss... I must end this suffering," Nny hissed. He groped around the room, looking for a weapon of some sort. He finally found a pistol. Nny cringed in disgust, observing the tiny instrument. "The dislike I feel for you is immense," he whispered, "But after everything I've done... I certainly do not feel I deserve to die in an honorable manner..." Johnny sat and pondered to himself some more. Then, he heard a familiar voice. "Johnny... Johnny..." The voice whispered, "Johnny, why would you do this to yourself?" The voice was that of Nailbunny's. "Johnny... You've done some terrible, terrible things, this I cannot deny. But...I think you owe it to yourself to give yourself one more chance." Johnny stared at Nailbunny. "Nailbunny, there is no way I could ever forgive myself for what I did to her... I don't deserve a second chance." Nailbunny stared down upon Johnny. "I cannot make your decisions for you, but I am very sure you will regret what you want to do..."
Gloomy is Sunday
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Johnny observed the pistol. He grabbed a mirror, and looked at himself. He observed himself thouroughly. He clutched the pistol in his skinny fingers, and held it there for ten long minutes. Then he set it on the ground, and held his head in his hands.
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Well, that is the end of chapter one. Please review this! I hope you enjoyed it. ^_^ The next chapter should be coming soon, veeeery soon...
"Another day...another day...wasted..." said a low, dreary voice. The voice belonged to Johnny C., otherwise known as Nny. Johnny sat, bored, looking out of his window. It was a very gloomy day, and the rain was pouring down. It was that Sunday after that night... the night in which he wrecked the only chance he had of being happy. "Why did I do it," said Nny, "what could have made me act so terrible..." His voice was trembling, and he actually had a tear running down his face. "What made me think someone could ever love me, anyway?"
"I have to end this pain," said Nny, "I have to end this pain once and for all... I want to make this suffering end..." He thought of everything he had ever done. He thought of all of the lives who were gone, all by his hands. He thought of what he did to Devi. He thought so hard and furiously, he felt as thought his head could explode. He cried to himself. "I want to be a better person... Why am I so fucked?" He wanted so many things, but out of all of those things, no longing could compare to the longing he felt for Devi.
"Yesss... I must end this suffering," Nny hissed. He groped around the room, looking for a weapon of some sort. He finally found a pistol. Nny cringed in disgust, observing the tiny instrument. "The dislike I feel for you is immense," he whispered, "But after everything I've done... I certainly do not feel I deserve to die in an honorable manner..." Johnny sat and pondered to himself some more. Then, he heard a familiar voice. "Johnny... Johnny..." The voice whispered, "Johnny, why would you do this to yourself?" The voice was that of Nailbunny's. "Johnny... You've done some terrible, terrible things, this I cannot deny. But...I think you owe it to yourself to give yourself one more chance." Johnny stared at Nailbunny. "Nailbunny, there is no way I could ever forgive myself for what I did to her... I don't deserve a second chance." Nailbunny stared down upon Johnny. "I cannot make your decisions for you, but I am very sure you will regret what you want to do..."
Johnny observed the pistol. He grabbed a mirror, and looked at himself. He observed himself thouroughly. He clutched the pistol in his skinny fingers, and held it there for ten long minutes. Then he set it on the ground, and held his head in his hands.
Well, that is the end of chapter one. Please review this! I hope you enjoyed it. ^_^ The next chapter should be coming soon, veeeery soon...