Bang. He fell to the floor, his knees trembling and his arms weak. This can't be real. This can't be real. It has to be a bad dream. It has to be, he thought as the reality of her death came hitting him from all sides. Why? Why her? He felt worthless. Empty. What was his meaning without her. Why did she have to die? Salty tears fell from his eyes, staining his cheeks. The room was darker than the night. No light was aloud unless it brought her with it. I need her. The painful memory of what had happened just a few moments ago flooded his thoughts. He closed his eyes, letting the images replay in his head.
~A young girl with amazing auburn hair lay lifeless on the stained floor. Pools of rich blood sat around her body. The potent smell of gun powder lingered in the thick air, taunting him. The flashing neon lights flicked in the room outlining her curves. The buzzing of the lights stinging his ears. He ran to her, hope of her not bring dead in his mind. As he reached her the blood from the thick pools spattered onto his legs. Splash. The blood sounded under his weak legs. His eyes slowly trailed over her body. Bullet holes blanketed her small abdomen. Her lively emerald eyes now void of any life and open for all the world to know. Her supple pink lips slightly ajar. The stunned look remained forever on her face. Her hair matting to her blood drenched face. The face he loved so much.~
He opened his amber eyes, sweat dripping down his pale face. His long tongue ran over his chapped lips as the bitter taste of slat from his sweat and tears entered his mouth. That scene. That scene would haunt his mind till his dying day which he wished would be that second. That very second which passed by as slowly as a hundred years. His heart raced at that thought. I, I need to be with her, his mind screamed at him as he thought of how he could be with her. Then the simplest way hit him. The slowly rose from the wood floor and spirited down the eternal steps , into the kitchen. The same neon light flashed pink and blue as he scrambled about looking for his weapon of choice. Drawer after drawer he looked throwing things about. In a blazing rage of emotion he found a large butcher knife and held it tight in his hand. Looking at it as if it were fine gold he raised it above his head. He turned his head and looked across the street where the room in which he found his beloved dead was. I'll be with you soon my cherry blossom. He looked back at the large blade. The blade flickered pink and blue. Pink. Blue. Pink. Blue. Until he closed his eyes and with one last spurt of energy rammed it hard into his chest. Blood poured from the wound as his life drifted away. To him the stab took years to kill him. First his breathing became staggered and in short gasps. His lungs burned, pleading for air. The didn't want to die but soon they gave up and left him to die. His brain burned from the lack of oxygen. The sounds from the outside world left and all he listened to was the slowing of his mighty heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. This was the last thing he heard as his sight went and his soul left him, flying away . Finally he would be with his love for all time.
~A young girl with amazing auburn hair lay lifeless on the stained floor. Pools of rich blood sat around her body. The potent smell of gun powder lingered in the thick air, taunting him. The flashing neon lights flicked in the room outlining her curves. The buzzing of the lights stinging his ears. He ran to her, hope of her not bring dead in his mind. As he reached her the blood from the thick pools spattered onto his legs. Splash. The blood sounded under his weak legs. His eyes slowly trailed over her body. Bullet holes blanketed her small abdomen. Her lively emerald eyes now void of any life and open for all the world to know. Her supple pink lips slightly ajar. The stunned look remained forever on her face. Her hair matting to her blood drenched face. The face he loved so much.~
He opened his amber eyes, sweat dripping down his pale face. His long tongue ran over his chapped lips as the bitter taste of slat from his sweat and tears entered his mouth. That scene. That scene would haunt his mind till his dying day which he wished would be that second. That very second which passed by as slowly as a hundred years. His heart raced at that thought. I, I need to be with her, his mind screamed at him as he thought of how he could be with her. Then the simplest way hit him. The slowly rose from the wood floor and spirited down the eternal steps , into the kitchen. The same neon light flashed pink and blue as he scrambled about looking for his weapon of choice. Drawer after drawer he looked throwing things about. In a blazing rage of emotion he found a large butcher knife and held it tight in his hand. Looking at it as if it were fine gold he raised it above his head. He turned his head and looked across the street where the room in which he found his beloved dead was. I'll be with you soon my cherry blossom. He looked back at the large blade. The blade flickered pink and blue. Pink. Blue. Pink. Blue. Until he closed his eyes and with one last spurt of energy rammed it hard into his chest. Blood poured from the wound as his life drifted away. To him the stab took years to kill him. First his breathing became staggered and in short gasps. His lungs burned, pleading for air. The didn't want to die but soon they gave up and left him to die. His brain burned from the lack of oxygen. The sounds from the outside world left and all he listened to was the slowing of his mighty heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. This was the last thing he heard as his sight went and his soul left him, flying away . Finally he would be with his love for all time.