Guilty

Dead: Chapter 1

A Story by xrockstar2b23x

Warning: This Chapter is not intended to be made for younger audiences.

Read At Own Risk.

One Month Earlier

Thud

And if your heart stops beating
I'll be here wondering
Did you get what you deserve?

He looked up at the same moment he heard the sound. He shook his head, blowing it off for a few seconds, before it finally hit him. He sighed heavily, not sure of what to do, and what not to. His mind raced with all the possabiltyies that could happen if he were to go upstairs, or stay down.

The ending of your life

Within seconds it seemed he was walking, but in a way so slow, that it could hav ebeen mistaken for crawling. The world around him was spinning, in such a fast speed that he had never known, it was either that or he was simply losing his mind.

And if you get to heaven
I'll be here waiting, babe

Thomas Quincy wasn't known to be worried, was he? Or was he about to open the door, and break up the so called date they had going on. He shook his head, she came first, and for once he wasn't going to turn the events that layed before him about,well, himself.

Did you get what you deserve?
The end, and if your life won't wait
Then your heart can't take this

It seemed like an hour had already gone by before he opened the bathroom door, immedity meeting the scene that played before him. His heart stopped as he saw the blood on the floor, his eyes shot to the bathtub. He bit his lip as he walked on the fall, the blood meeting the bottom of his black shoe. He looked down, there was so much blood, it was unbelievable like as if it were right out of a horror film, but it wasn't.

Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned.

His heart seemed to break down in pieces as he looked down at her body, frozen in the water full of red blood. He began to whimper almost as he shook his head. What did she do, what was he supposed to do. He knew things were wrong, but never bothered to do anything about it, and was suddenly now paying for it. It seemed not right, misplaced even. He picked up her right arm to see slashes all down her wrists, she had cut herself, and he didn't even bother to protect her like he promised.

Ohh dead.