DARK by Breathtaking Noses
The dark is my only haven. My only comfort. I can be alone with my
thoughts. Thinking of you. As I sit here alone, I almost laugh at myself. You
were a ghost. You died 150 years before I was born. So how could you make
me feel like this? Maybe because of the fact that before you left, I was
totally and hopelessly in love with you. Just a possibility. I've been like this
for almost a year now. My life without you is nothing. It's a routine. School,
home, eat, sleep. I'm just an empty box. Yeah, I've tried drugs, drinking, I
even almost attempted suicide. If it weren't for CeeCee, I would be out of
this misery. No one really knows why I am how I am. No one but Paul. At
first, he bugged me to go out with him, but then I hauled off and beat him up
to the point that he had to stay in the hospital for a week. He didn't bother
me after that.
Now as I lay here in my bedroom, even the dark isn't as comforting as
it once was. It's actually familiar. I try to avoid familiarity with anything. I
know now that when you loose something you love, it hurts more than the
strength of 100 ghosts punching you in the shnozze. And I should know.
I close my eyes and try to picture your beautiful face. But it's gone.
I know now that it's time to do what I've been fighting against doing since
what seems like forever. I cross the room and pry up the loose floorboard.
The knife in my hand is so smooth, so sharp, gleaming against the moonlight
that filters through my window. I press it up against the vein in my left wrist.
The metal is cold against my pale skin. I press. Slowly it starts to sever the
skin. I can feel it. I know there should be pain. But my hurt numbs it all out.
The knife slips through the skin, hits blood. At first, it's not deep enough to
do any real damage. All the other time I had stopped right here. Waited for it
to heal. This time though, this time was different. I kept going. The knife
slowly penetrated through my wrist and I began to get dizzy. As I feel my
"precious" life slipping away, I whisper to you even though I know you
won't here me, "I love you, Jesse." Little by little, darkness fills my vision,
and them I am gone.
But then I open my eyes and see that I am still here. Not in my body,
but still here.
Haha! Ya I know it's like really short but wutever. My first fic. Well
actually my first in about well... a long time. My first Mediator fic anyway.
I had that in my head for a while and I kinda just HAD to get it out. Well
anyway, review if you like it, review if you don't, don't review at all... I
really don't care. It's a one shot. I know it's kinda messed up but when I
originally "wrote" it (in my head) I was feeling a little ummm... shall we
say moody?? LOL
Bubi For Now... Breathtaking Noses (
The dark is my only haven. My only comfort. I can be alone with my
thoughts. Thinking of you. As I sit here alone, I almost laugh at myself. You
were a ghost. You died 150 years before I was born. So how could you make
me feel like this? Maybe because of the fact that before you left, I was
totally and hopelessly in love with you. Just a possibility. I've been like this
for almost a year now. My life without you is nothing. It's a routine. School,
home, eat, sleep. I'm just an empty box. Yeah, I've tried drugs, drinking, I
even almost attempted suicide. If it weren't for CeeCee, I would be out of
this misery. No one really knows why I am how I am. No one but Paul. At
first, he bugged me to go out with him, but then I hauled off and beat him up
to the point that he had to stay in the hospital for a week. He didn't bother
me after that.
Now as I lay here in my bedroom, even the dark isn't as comforting as
it once was. It's actually familiar. I try to avoid familiarity with anything. I
know now that when you loose something you love, it hurts more than the
strength of 100 ghosts punching you in the shnozze. And I should know.
I close my eyes and try to picture your beautiful face. But it's gone.
I know now that it's time to do what I've been fighting against doing since
what seems like forever. I cross the room and pry up the loose floorboard.
The knife in my hand is so smooth, so sharp, gleaming against the moonlight
that filters through my window. I press it up against the vein in my left wrist.
The metal is cold against my pale skin. I press. Slowly it starts to sever the
skin. I can feel it. I know there should be pain. But my hurt numbs it all out.
The knife slips through the skin, hits blood. At first, it's not deep enough to
do any real damage. All the other time I had stopped right here. Waited for it
to heal. This time though, this time was different. I kept going. The knife
slowly penetrated through my wrist and I began to get dizzy. As I feel my
"precious" life slipping away, I whisper to you even though I know you
won't here me, "I love you, Jesse." Little by little, darkness fills my vision,
and them I am gone.
But then I open my eyes and see that I am still here. Not in my body,
but still here.
Haha! Ya I know it's like really short but wutever. My first fic. Well
actually my first in about well... a long time. My first Mediator fic anyway.
I had that in my head for a while and I kinda just HAD to get it out. Well
anyway, review if you like it, review if you don't, don't review at all... I
really don't care. It's a one shot. I know it's kinda messed up but when I
originally "wrote" it (in my head) I was feeling a little ummm... shall we
say moody?? LOL
Bubi For Now... Breathtaking Noses (