My Way
By Damaged Demonic Angel
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Rating: PG-13
Genre: Horror
Summary: Johnny reflects on exactly what happens when he successfully "immortalizes the moment".
Author's Note: I don't know…sick idea. We know he's done this with all the others, but we've never actually read about it. Here's my take on it. Please do not kill me for not yet writing any multi-chapter stories. I have one coming up, but it's X-Men: Evolution.
Disclaimer: Jhonen Vasquez is the genius creator of this…stuff. Yes.
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It works out exactly the same way every time. I can play the scene in my head whenever I wish. It's no longer something I need to do, really – it's more of a reflex now.
It doesn't take long for me to fall for you. You, one of the few people in the world that can make me feel happiness for just that fleeting moment. Perhaps that is why there have been so many of you. I am constantly starved for that rare feeling of true happiness.
I'll be able to tell when it's about to end, and I know that soon I'll be left with only the memory of how you broke my heart. All the other happy memories will be crushed with the pain of it. I hope you understand that I can't let that happen. I want to remember you and me like this forever.
I'll ask you out one last time. There are only a few minutes left of your life when we arrive at my house. Soon it will all be over. No bad memories for either of us; a collection of beautiful memories for me.
We are locked in an embrace. Your head is buried in my chest. All you know is what you feel – my heart beating faster and faster – as I carefully maneuver us over to my dresser where the knife lays. The ending to this memory is near.
I grip it in my hand, but you have no idea what is going on. You are still confused, even when the knife is buried in your back or chest.
Why do you have to scream?
…Why can't you just make this a happy ending…
For me?
I'm still holding you as you begin to cough up blood. It splatters onto my clothes. But that's okay, as long as it's you.
You continue to bleed even after you are dead. I carefully remove the knife, tossing it aside. I brush a lock out of your face, to get one last good look at you before I take you out into my backyard. You look so beautiful, and I know I'll love you forever.
Just like the others.