Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or Evanescence's 'Tourniquet'
A/N: This is the first really dark fic I've written. If I suck, please tell me.
I tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
Faye sat on the floor of her room, tears falling down her face. Spike had died six days ago and she couldn't handle it. "Oh, Spike, why?" She always whispered that when she was alone. "Why did you have to do die? Couldn't you see I loved you?" Faye burst out into tears again. She looked over at the razor blade she had taken from the bathroom and picked it up.
I lay dying
and I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
She closed her eyes and swiped the razor blade across her wrist. She opened her eyes and saw the blood trickle out. "Is this the only way?"
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
"Spike, I can't live anymore." She started to cry again. "I can't live like this!"
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Faye took the razor blade and put it to her other wrist. Just then, Jet kicked down the door. "Faye, Don't!" He ran over to her, grabbed her wrist and ripped the razor blade out of her hand.
Do you remember me?
Lost for so long
"Faye, what the hell are you doing?" Faye looked up at Jet with teary eyes. "I have nothing to live for now. Ed and Ein are gone and Spike will never come back. He'll never now how I feel."
Will you be on the other side
or will you forget me?
Jet looked Faye right in the eye. "Snap out of it Faye. Nothing good will come out of killing yourself. Now c'mon. You need to get to the hospital." He helped Faye up and took her to the living room.
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
Jet sat Faye down and looked for the first aid kit. Faye looked on the table. Spike's gun was laying there.
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Jet came back into the room as Faye picked up the gun. "Faye, what are you doing?" Faye pointed the gun at Jet. "It still has bullets Jet." Jet looked at her. "Don't do it Faye."
My God, my tourniquet
"Don't you get it Jet?"
Return to me salvation
"I want to die!!"
My God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
Faye turned the gun on herself. "Faye, please."
My wounds cry for the grave
Tears ran down her face. "I'm sorry Jet." She put her finger on the trigger.
My soul cries for deliverance
She closed her eyes tightly. "I can't live like this anymore Jet. I'm sorry." She pulled her finger back slowly.
Will I be denied Christ
"Goodbye Jet."
Tourniquet
Bang!
My suicide