Gloomy Sunday Well, it's me, Vespertine (a.k.a. Caroline, 'the Spooky Poptart child) in all of my angsty goodness. I'm really surprised by some of the good feedback I got! ^__^ That makes me happy. Veeery happy, yesh. Well, I'm sorry that it took so long to do, but with school and such... Well, I'm sure you know. I hope you enjoy the story!! Please review after reading, for it would make me so very happy. So very happy indeed. I'll give you a cookie... ^_^
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Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are said,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go
"...Johnny...," whispered Nailbunny, "Please Johnny..." Johnny looked up at Nailbunny. "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" shouted an extremely agitated Nny. "Johnny, please listen. You know that on the inside, this isn't what you really want. Look deep inside of yourself..." Johnny glared at the pistol. He thought about what would happen at his funeral, if he even had a funeral. "Would anyone even notice if I'm gone?" asked Johnny to himself, in tears. "Would anyone care enough?" Johnny said beneath his breath. "No. No one would care." He thought about what people traditionally brought to funerals, things like flowers, and boxes of Kleenex. But unlike a regular person, he wouldn't have a room full of people remembering the "good times". There would be no flowers, no vigil, no Rosary said. Probably not even a decent casket, unless you would like to go down in something called "George Washington Slept Here". He went deep into a daydream. He saw himself in a casket, in one of those Earthman rooms, the ones that smell funky. There was only one small basket of flowers, and one tall, skinny figure sitting in the pews, staring at the corpse.
Death is no dream, For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you, Gloomy Sunday
It was Devi. She looked beautiful in his dream, in a black dress with fishnet hose and her hair down. Even though her make-up was smeared due to the rainy day and all of the crying she had done, she still looked beautiful. Like an angel. Well, he figured he'd better stare as long as he'd like, for there would be no angels where he was going. "Devi," he said. She couldn't hear him. "Devi, I'm so sorry..." Devi just sat and cried. "Johnny... Why? What was wrong with you... I thought we understood each other. Why Johnny, why???" Johnny wanted to hug her. He wanted to embrace her in his arms, and tell her everything he felt about her, but there would be no use. She couldn't hear him. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose with the free Kleenex provided on the benches, and walked out.
Dreaming...I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you Asleep in the deep of my heart...
Dear
Johnny woke up from his deep sleep. He sat up and looked around. There was no gun. He was only dreaming about the entire ordeal. "Holy shit...that seemed so real!" Exclaimed Johnny. "That was only a dream," he said to himself. "There's something I need to do," said Nny, and he put on his trenchcoat and darted out the door. He stopped at the 24/7, and bought a Cherry Brainfreezy, a black pen, and some paper. Then he stopped at the local florist. "Sir," said Nny, "I would like to order some flowers for someone," he smiled, "special." The man stared at him. "Get outta here, kid. You're making the flowers droop." The man laughed to himself and winked. Johnny turned to see a bundle of dead roses, obviously dead before he arrived. "LISTEN HERE YOU ASSHOLE!!!" Johnny hissed, pulling a knife on the man, "ALL I WANT IS A BUNDLE OF FLOWERS FOR SOMEONE VERY DEAR TO ME!!!" The man was terrified, and trapped behind his counter. "Please mister, don't kill me," he shouted. "Please! I'll do anything!! I was only joking! Oh God, please! I've got a wife and kids, mister!" Johnny put the knifef up. "...Anything?" He said with a grin.
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart was telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Johnny walked out of the florists shop with the most beautiful boquet of blood red roses he could find. He knew they were Devi's favorite. He walked to Devi's house, and set the flowers down, along with a note he wrote that said: Dear Devi, You could never possibly understand how terrible I feel about what happened between us. I love you more than anything in this world. You ARE my world. I know that asking for forgiveness is way too much, but please, if you could find it in your heart to love me back, you would make me the happiest man on earth, which is a seemingly impossible task. Love, Nny
Johnny left Devi's house, and walked away into the sunset.
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Well, there is the end of my story! Please review. ^^;;
It was Devi. She looked beautiful in his dream, in a black dress with fishnet hose and her hair down. Even though her make-up was smeared due to the rainy day and all of the crying she had done, she still looked beautiful. Like an angel. Well, he figured he'd better stare as long as he'd like, for there would be no angels where he was going. "Devi," he said. She couldn't hear him. "Devi, I'm so sorry..." Devi just sat and cried. "Johnny... Why? What was wrong with you... I thought we understood each other. Why Johnny, why???" Johnny wanted to hug her. He wanted to embrace her in his arms, and tell her everything he felt about her, but there would be no use. She couldn't hear him. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose with the free Kleenex provided on the benches, and walked out.
Johnny woke up from his deep sleep. He sat up and looked around. There was no gun. He was only dreaming about the entire ordeal. "Holy shit...that seemed so real!" Exclaimed Johnny. "That was only a dream," he said to himself. "There's something I need to do," said Nny, and he put on his trenchcoat and darted out the door. He stopped at the 24/7, and bought a Cherry Brainfreezy, a black pen, and some paper. Then he stopped at the local florist. "Sir," said Nny, "I would like to order some flowers for someone," he smiled, "special." The man stared at him. "Get outta here, kid. You're making the flowers droop." The man laughed to himself and winked. Johnny turned to see a bundle of dead roses, obviously dead before he arrived. "LISTEN HERE YOU ASSHOLE!!!" Johnny hissed, pulling a knife on the man, "ALL I WANT IS A BUNDLE OF FLOWERS FOR SOMEONE VERY DEAR TO ME!!!" The man was terrified, and trapped behind his counter. "Please mister, don't kill me," he shouted. "Please! I'll do anything!! I was only joking! Oh God, please! I've got a wife and kids, mister!" Johnny put the knifef up. "...Anything?" He said with a grin.
Johnny walked out of the florists shop with the most beautiful boquet of blood red roses he could find. He knew they were Devi's favorite. He walked to Devi's house, and set the flowers down, along with a note he wrote that said: Dear Devi, You could never possibly understand how terrible I feel about what happened between us. I love you more than anything in this world. You ARE my world. I know that asking for forgiveness is way too much, but please, if you could find it in your heart to love me back, you would make me the happiest man on earth, which is a seemingly impossible task. Love, Nny
Johnny left Devi's house, and walked away into the sunset.
Well, there is the end of my story! Please review. ^^;;