Fallen

Based off of the Evanescence soundtrack with the same name. Oneshot songfics with different, random pairings and plots. Ratings and genres will vary. May contain original characters. Length will vary. Rating, genres, and pairings will all be mentioned at the beginning of the chapter, along with any other warnings. If you don't like it, don't read it. And please don't flame me about the pairing. Just tell me what I could do better, please. For example, if a character is seemingly out of character, tell me so I can improve on that character. Thank you in advance.

Track 4: Tourniquet

Rating: TEEN

Genres: TRAGEDY

Pairings: NONE

Warnings: SUICIDE / MURDER

What happened to "friends forever"? It used to be simple. Puppy love, crushes, broken hearts. Then college started… I don't know what changed, or who. Maybe it was me. Maybe Jack, or Vlad. Actually, now that I think about it, Vlad was the one who changed. He became so serious, not anything like the Vlad I knew in high school, the Vlad who would laugh at anything.

I tried to kill the pain

But only brought more.

I lay dying and I'm pouring

Crimson regret and betrayal.

I think when college started, the two boys started silently competing for me. I don't know what exactly happened between them in the dorm, but I know what happened in the end. That's why I'm here today. Trying to find my place in this green world.

I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming.

Am I too lost to be saved?

Am I too lost?

I'm so cold, but I guess that's what comes with being a ghost. Yes, I'm dead. Thanks to the stupid vendetta between Vlad and Jack. I loved them both, and I just let them argue. I had no idea that it would end up like it did.

My God, my tourniquet,

Return to me salvation.

My God, my tourniquet,

Return to me salvation.

What had happened was, one day I heard them fighting. It wasn't anything different, just them arguing again. But something happened that time that did change it. A gunshot…

Do you remember me,

Lost for so long?

Will you be on the other side

Or will you forget me?

I didn't know who had fired the gun, but I had this sickening feeling that everything was going to change. I was right. Later that day, Vlad came to me and I told him that I'd heard everything… everything, and he immediately tried to cover it up, saying it was the television. I rolled my eyes and told him to stop lying to me, that I was his friend. He told me that if I were really his friend, that I wouldn't tell anybody… yeah right.

I walked away right then and yelled over my shoulder that I was going to call the police. Vlad basically blew up. He started yelling at me, and when I kept walking, he started to follow me. I knew he had a gun somewhere, and I was afraid he was going to kill me, too. I hurriedly went into my dorm and locked the door. My roommate wasn't in. Good.

I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming.

Am I too lost to be saved?

Am I too lost?

I knew she had the key, so I had to be quick. She would be back any minute. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to do it, but as soon as Vlad started banging on the door, threatening me if I called the police, my mind was made up.

I want to die.

I locked myself in the bathroom and rummaged through the things on the counter and in the medicine cabinet. I finally found what I was looking for. Aspirin.

I poured out probably ten or twelve pills into my hand. There was a little cup by the sink to rinse out your mouth after you brushed your teeth. I filled that up with water, sighed, and swallowed the pills, two at a time.

My God, my tourniquet,

Return to me salvation.

My God, my tourniquet,

Return to me salvation.

I heard the main door unlock, and I heard my roommate and Vlad come in, yelling my name. Their voices seemed to get farther and farther away and soon I couldn't make out my reflection in the mirror. The next thing I remember is waking up here in the Ghost Zone.

My wounds cry for the grave.

My soul cries for deliverance.

Will I be denied Christ, tourniquet?

I found Jack while I was flying around one day. It's so different being a ghost, but I'm so glad I have someone to talk to. I guess not all ghosts are evil. I'm not.

I actually found a way to get to the real world. Our proto portal. It had been working since the accident that had Vlad in the hospital for weeks. I actually attended my own funeral. Isn't that morbid? I almost cried when I saw what was engraved on my tombstone.

Madeline Jasmine Fenton

July 18, 1962 – March 29, 1981

I will not say

And cannot say

That she is dead.

She is just away.

My suicide…