Disclaimer: Duh...All I own is Lisa.
A/N: READ HAPPENSTANCE AND REVIEW THESE STORIES DAMNIT!!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO! BTW, this chapter is all in the same minute so, just pretend like it's only a couple of minutes, really.
**Lizzie Borden jumps in front of the pistol
"NOOOO!!! Don't shoot him!!!!"
"Uh, Lizzie?" Chris says tapping Lizzie on the shoulder. "You can't do that, it's not part of the-"
"Shut up dammit, can't you see I'm trying to save your life?"
"Really? Wow! Heyyyy how come you've never done that for me?" Chris asks jerichosbabe2007.
"Uh, because I haven't gotten the chance yet. Right now we need to get back to the story ok?" Lizzie jumps on Chris.
"I love you!! I'll be back-don't go to Lita!!"
"Come on Lizzie, let's go. I'll let you hug the cardboard cut-out until this chapter is over."
(This is my sad attempt at some humor. Humor me. Ha ha... O.K. back to the story!)
**
Chris stared at the pistol. Did he want to die? It was a question he had asked him self before, many years ago.
~~~ Flashback 15 years ago~~~
Chris waved his father goodbye. He blew a kiss to his sister for good luck. She might need it after all. Plus, Chris had an alternative motive for shoving them off. Although his sister had a dance recital, Chris had something that he wanted to do, but he didn't want anyone to walk in while he was trying to do it. (No you pervs! It's not that!)
Chris pulled the butcher knife from the drawer. He set it down on the cabinet and stared at it for a second or two, then he picked it up and began to run his fingers over it. He wondered if it would hurt to slit his wrists. Then he wondered if it would hurt to die. He wondered what death was like.
There were times in life when Chris felt so outcast from the real world, that he felt invisible. He felt like that whatever he did, it didn't matter to anyone. It didn't matter if he lived or died. His girlfriend had called him not an hour ago. She said she was pregnant and the child was his.
He had been neither infuriated, nor excited about the baby. His "girlfriend" was kind of like the village bicycle; everyone gets a ride. Chris really doubted if the baby was his. He had really never had sex with the girl. To be honest, he was one of the rare guys who was simply terrified of sex, and he believed that sex was better after marriage.
Chris lightly ran the blade over his wrist. He silently remembered the night his mother died. She'd died slowly. He could tell just by looking at her. She had been raped, stabbed and then thrown into the river. Chris shuddered to think how she must have lay there for hours, simply freezing to death.
The murderers had thrown her into a river that was iced over. They left her with a tiny hole to breathe in and out of, but she had died slowly nonetheless.
Chris then recalled how he had asked out the prettiest, nicest girl in school, and she had accepted. He smiled a little at the thought of him and her. They had been a picture perfect couple. One night though, she was riding home with her brother and he had been drinking all night, and the car was driven off a cliff. She was killed on impact. He later learned that she had been pregnant also, but tests were done and it wasn't his, so she had been cheating on him all along.
Chris took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could think of countless times in which his friends had betrayed him and told his secrets. He could think of plenty of times when he was the only one left out of a secret. Chris thought long and hard about his decision before finally lowering the knife slowly on his wrist.
He bit his tongue to keep from screaming. The pain overwhelmed him. He backed the knife out and started in on the other hand. After he was finished, he put the knife in the sink and rinsed it off with water. He turned the water off and sat down on the linoleum. He held his wrists up. He watched with slight amusement at how the blood went out slow at first, then faster and faster.
Suddenly a light went off in Chris's head. Lisa. What about Lisa? What would she think if her big brother committed suicide? What would she do without her brother to protect her and keep her safe from anything and everything until she got married? Who would she turn to when dad hit her again?
Chris blinked back a tear coming to his eyes. He watched his wrist again just in time to see a drop of blood fall to the floor. That made up his mind. Chris stood up and stumbled to the bathroom. He was slowly slipping out of consciousness. He ran his hands under some water, and then called 911. He knew that he couldn't hide this himself. He was old enough to make his own decisions regarding health care.
When Lisa got home, Chris was there. He was sitting at the counter. He pulled her away from their father and guided her into his room. There he silently showed her his wrists and told her his story. Her eyes clouded over and got teary. She silently took off her wide bracelet and showed him that she had tried the same thing, but she had stopped because of him.
~~~End Flashback~~~
Chris blinked and wished he could look at his sister at this moment. He knew that she was thinking of that night. Chris stared silently at the barrel of the gun aimed at his head.
"No one is going to die here today." Chris thought. "Not if I can help it."
A/N: READ HAPPENSTANCE AND REVIEW THESE STORIES DAMNIT!!! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO! BTW, this chapter is all in the same minute so, just pretend like it's only a couple of minutes, really.
**Lizzie Borden jumps in front of the pistol
"NOOOO!!! Don't shoot him!!!!"
"Uh, Lizzie?" Chris says tapping Lizzie on the shoulder. "You can't do that, it's not part of the-"
"Shut up dammit, can't you see I'm trying to save your life?"
"Really? Wow! Heyyyy how come you've never done that for me?" Chris asks jerichosbabe2007.
"Uh, because I haven't gotten the chance yet. Right now we need to get back to the story ok?" Lizzie jumps on Chris.
"I love you!! I'll be back-don't go to Lita!!"
"Come on Lizzie, let's go. I'll let you hug the cardboard cut-out until this chapter is over."
(This is my sad attempt at some humor. Humor me. Ha ha... O.K. back to the story!)
**
Chris stared at the pistol. Did he want to die? It was a question he had asked him self before, many years ago.
~~~ Flashback 15 years ago~~~
Chris waved his father goodbye. He blew a kiss to his sister for good luck. She might need it after all. Plus, Chris had an alternative motive for shoving them off. Although his sister had a dance recital, Chris had something that he wanted to do, but he didn't want anyone to walk in while he was trying to do it. (No you pervs! It's not that!)
Chris pulled the butcher knife from the drawer. He set it down on the cabinet and stared at it for a second or two, then he picked it up and began to run his fingers over it. He wondered if it would hurt to slit his wrists. Then he wondered if it would hurt to die. He wondered what death was like.
There were times in life when Chris felt so outcast from the real world, that he felt invisible. He felt like that whatever he did, it didn't matter to anyone. It didn't matter if he lived or died. His girlfriend had called him not an hour ago. She said she was pregnant and the child was his.
He had been neither infuriated, nor excited about the baby. His "girlfriend" was kind of like the village bicycle; everyone gets a ride. Chris really doubted if the baby was his. He had really never had sex with the girl. To be honest, he was one of the rare guys who was simply terrified of sex, and he believed that sex was better after marriage.
Chris lightly ran the blade over his wrist. He silently remembered the night his mother died. She'd died slowly. He could tell just by looking at her. She had been raped, stabbed and then thrown into the river. Chris shuddered to think how she must have lay there for hours, simply freezing to death.
The murderers had thrown her into a river that was iced over. They left her with a tiny hole to breathe in and out of, but she had died slowly nonetheless.
Chris then recalled how he had asked out the prettiest, nicest girl in school, and she had accepted. He smiled a little at the thought of him and her. They had been a picture perfect couple. One night though, she was riding home with her brother and he had been drinking all night, and the car was driven off a cliff. She was killed on impact. He later learned that she had been pregnant also, but tests were done and it wasn't his, so she had been cheating on him all along.
Chris took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could think of countless times in which his friends had betrayed him and told his secrets. He could think of plenty of times when he was the only one left out of a secret. Chris thought long and hard about his decision before finally lowering the knife slowly on his wrist.
He bit his tongue to keep from screaming. The pain overwhelmed him. He backed the knife out and started in on the other hand. After he was finished, he put the knife in the sink and rinsed it off with water. He turned the water off and sat down on the linoleum. He held his wrists up. He watched with slight amusement at how the blood went out slow at first, then faster and faster.
Suddenly a light went off in Chris's head. Lisa. What about Lisa? What would she think if her big brother committed suicide? What would she do without her brother to protect her and keep her safe from anything and everything until she got married? Who would she turn to when dad hit her again?
Chris blinked back a tear coming to his eyes. He watched his wrist again just in time to see a drop of blood fall to the floor. That made up his mind. Chris stood up and stumbled to the bathroom. He was slowly slipping out of consciousness. He ran his hands under some water, and then called 911. He knew that he couldn't hide this himself. He was old enough to make his own decisions regarding health care.
When Lisa got home, Chris was there. He was sitting at the counter. He pulled her away from their father and guided her into his room. There he silently showed her his wrists and told her his story. Her eyes clouded over and got teary. She silently took off her wide bracelet and showed him that she had tried the same thing, but she had stopped because of him.
~~~End Flashback~~~
Chris blinked and wished he could look at his sister at this moment. He knew that she was thinking of that night. Chris stared silently at the barrel of the gun aimed at his head.
"No one is going to die here today." Chris thought. "Not if I can help it."