thexbatxbuckle;; embrace.creativity.

 Okay, so this is one of the first stories that I decided to write.  It's not that good, and it's theme is quite similiar to a lot of other stories that I write.  Mostly becuase I'm a pretty morbid person, and find it much easier to write more tragic events as it's what I'm accustomed to.

Anyway, reviews are welcome.  Please don't steal. =]

xoxo,t

Fade To Black

She stared at the gun he held, and her eyes widened at the sight of the foreign entity. “Jason?” she asked, shakily, but somehow managing to bring her eyes up to meet his and away from the offending object he held.

“Stop saying my name like we’re friends! You changed that a long time ago,” he replied, bitterly, as he brushed his dark, shaggy hair off of his forehead. The quick motion made the girl jump, and she winced at the harsh tone his voice held.

“W-we’re friends,” Sarah stated, her voice somehow taking on a calm quality.  

"We are not..” he replied, his voice weak, as he shook his head furiously.

She took a step forward, as once again her eyes slid over the dull, metal object he held in a tight grip.

“Stop!” he commanded, his voice harsh.  Tears threatened to fall as he looked at her.  She wondered how he had masked the flood of emotions so well that he was now exhibiting.

She held up her hands in what she hoped was a comforting manner, “Jason, we can talk about this,” she stated, nodding reassuringly.

“We can’t,” he said, his hazel eyes standing out even more in their watery cell.  “Stop acting like you care,” he commanded, suddenly enraged.

“I do care,” Sarah assured him, as she slowly dropped her hands to her sides.

The hand that held the gun had dropped slightly, but it had begun to shake violently.

“Jason, please put it down,” she pleaded. “We can change things...”

“We can’t change anything,” he said, his voice finally calm as if everything had been corrected with that one statement.

“We can,” she assured him. 

He shook his head gravely, “The dead can’t change anything” he said, once again raising the gun.

The light played across the metallic finish as he leveled it at her.

“Jason, please...” she rasped, as she finally began to cry.

“Nothing changes,” he said, shaking his head sadly.  There was an audible click as a bullet slid into place in the chamber.

Sarah began to cry harder as silent sobs wracked her frail frame.

“Nothing changes,” he repeated, as he suddenly turned the gun upon himself.

As the resonance of the lone gunshot filled the room….everything changed.

* * *

Sarah tried to stand, and once she was able to move she climbed shakily to her feet.  Her eyes landed, unbidden, on the shattered body of her former friend, and she squeezed her eyes shut forcing herself not to vomit.

The guilt rushed over her, as she relayed the scene over and over in her head, and she thought of all the things she could have done, and all the things she could have said to stop it.

She took a hesitant step forward, as she frantically wiped her tears away, but they were replaced immediately by more.  

‘Jason, wake up’ She pleaded mentally, even though she knew there was no chance of that happening.  Over and over, ‘Wake Up’ hammered through her brain, that simple phrase repeating over and over until it no longer sounded like words.

She wondered how things had gotten so messed up.  She took another hesitant, shaking step toward her friend…no not her friend, just a body and the memories she had of what he used to be.

How had he been feeling the way he had to have been feeling, and she hadn’t noticed?  And now…he was dead.

She looked down at his bleeding, battered body, and all the memories she had of him were pushed aside, and only that remained; His body was the symbol of her helplessness.  She closed her eyes tightly, but the image remained etched on her eyelids.  The darkness tainted by the reflection of blood surrounding him.

She turned away, and opened her eyes slowly.  She knew she had to go for help, which was what you did when something like this happened right?

She let out a peal of hysterical laughter at the thought; no one should have to go through this.  She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth though, feeling as if her laughter would defile Jason...or at least the memory of what he had been.

 She opened the door to the outside world slowly, as if not sure what to expect after the horror she had just witnessed.

Unsurprisingly, well to everyone but Sarah, the world had remained unchanged.  Only she carried the news of the tragedy that would cause so many emotions in so many people.

 It was as if the world had not yet been told of the loss it had just endured, and she felt that if it found out it would truly lose its innocence.

She walked blindly down the street, surveying the innocent world through a veil of tears.  The message she carried may actually effect very few, but she felt as if she was holding the information on the tip of he tongue, that would make the world crumble.

And above it all, above the illusion of innocence, above the pressure to let people know about the news she carried, the feeling of helplessness weighing down on her was all she felt, and it was threatening to bury her alive.

It always catches me off guard.  Slams me in the gut like a bloody two by four.  Rips me apart, and I can't do anything about it.  I hate being depression, hate suffering from this ridiculous disorder, but I hate even more talking about it.  Thus, I don't have any medication for it.  I wish I could just get done with work, go home, attempt to sleep off all these horrible thoughts and feelings that are plaguing me. I wish, well...

...i wish a lot of things. sigh.

Heylo,  lovelies.
I'm feeling needy. People should leave me comments on some of my stuff.
-bats eyelashes-
C'mon, you know you want to.
-sits alone, and pets my new bunny, named kitty, which was a gift from mister mister-
haha.

xoxo,t

 Hey, okay, so another short story.  This one was written for a contest quite a while back, where all the dialogue had to be My Chemical Romance lyrics.  It also had to include at least one member of the band as character, hence the appearance of one Mister Gerard Way.

Feedback appreciated. =]

xoxo,t

If I Pull This Trigger...

by: thexbatxbuckle

“Am I losing myself?” Tiffany asked, her voice soft as she looked down at the gun in her hand. She looked up at her friend, her eyes shining with tears as she waited for an answer.. but her friend said nothing.

“Am I losing myself?” she yelled, suddenly as if expecting the girl before her to have the answer.

Emily winced as she looked at her crazed friend, and a profound sadness washed over her. She was speechless and tears were now spilling down her cheeks as her helplessness flowed over her in undulating waves. She didn’t even try to answer the question, but even if she would have it wouldn’t have mattered; Tiffany was beyond listening as she stared at the metallic entity in her hand.

“I’m a total wreck” she mumbled, as she began to pace.

Emily turned ever-so-slightly wondering what the front man at the door was thinking.

Gerard pushed his hair off of his face, wondering how this situation had come about in the first place. The two girls before him had won a contest to interview him, and when he had walked in they had been in the middle of a heated argument. He wasn’t sure where the offending item the girl held had come from, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the gleaming metal that was a constant reminder of how serious the situation had become.

Suddenly, a security guard entered the room, drawn by the yelling. He quickly surveyed the scene, and his eyes widened at the sight of the weapon in the girls trembling grasp. He moved towards her, but before her could take any kind of action the sound of a gunshot filled the room. Emily yelped, and Gerard unintentionally took a step towards the door, as the body of the security guard hit the ground with a sickening thud. His vacant eyes probed the ceiling, as the pool of blood around him began to spread. Emily put a hand to her mouth, restraining a sob as she looked at the corpse.

“We’re hanging out with corpses,” Tiffany proclaimed, giggling hysterically. The laughter resounding in the room, as if mocking the girl with her own insanity. Her laughter stopped just as abruptly as it had began. She looked back down at the gun in her hand, as if in a trance. Her eyes were sad, but a twinge of madness shone as well.

Emily bit her lip to stifled the cry of despair that threatened as she studied her friends broken face. Gerard took a step forward, and Tiffany’s head shot up but neither of the girl’s said anything.

“Let me break this awkward silence” Gerard offered, his eyes shifting from the brunette’s eyes, whose hair had fallen into her face making them barely visible, to the gun she held, and back again.

“Love it or leave it” Tiffany mumbled, not making any sense to the other two in the room, “You can’t understand!” she continued, her voice an angry growl.

Emily winced at her angry tone, and took a step closer to Gerard, who was slowly advancing on Tiffany. “I know you,” Emily said, her voice sounding sad, but also containing a determined edge.

Tiffany suddenly smiled, “I think I’d love to die alone,” she stated, running her fingers lovingly across the dull metal object she held, as if she had never heard her friend speak.

“I wanna save your heart,” Emily continued, tears flowing down her cheeks.

Tiffany laughed bitterly at the notion, and glanced at Gerard. She gave him a warning glare that she had noticed his slow, determined steps and he immediately froze. “C’mon show me how,” she mocked, turning back to Emily.

Emily frowned as helplessness once again closed in on her as she heard her friend’s tone.

Gerard took another step, after a few seconds, “Well, I’ve got something to say…” he stated, putting his hands in the air, in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

Tiffany smirked but didn’t say anything, as she raised the gun at pointed it at the lead singer. “All we are is bullets..” she stated, pulling the trigger. Emily screamed, and squeezed her eyes shut, knowing her friend would never hurt Gerard. The action just enforced her view of her friends insanity. She opened her eyes slowly, and looked back and forth between Gerard, Tiffany, and the wall behind him where the bullet had lodged itself. Splinters of plaster littered the floor, and there was a large crack in the wall beside a tiny hole.

Tiffany giggled hysterically, “Temporary wounds” she said, looking back down at the gun, that had become her new best friend.

Emily’s eye’s widened at the flippant behavior her friend was exhibiting, especially after the action she had just taken. The notion of how insane her friend had become hit her like a lead weight, and she took a deep, shaking breath.

“I never thought it would be enough to show you just what I’ve been thinking..” Tiffany stated, softly, her eyes meeting the hazel orbs of the front man in front of her.

“Let me go on record, be the first to say I’m sorry,” Emily said, once again the tears began to roll down her cheeks, knowing there was nothing else she could do for her friend.

Tiffany smiled, her face showing the kind of innocence that only madness could bring, “Like a bed of roses, there’s a dozen reasons in this gun,” she said, waving the subject of her last statement in the air.

“Think happy thoughts,” Emily mumbled to herself, trying to think of something else to buy them some time.

“We’ll laugh as we die,” Tiffany said, punctuating the sentence with another hysterical round of laughter.

Gerard moved closer to Emily, as if lending emotional support to get her through this situation.

Suddenly, three more guards appeared and Tiffany’s eyes shot up, surprised. She pointed the gun at the uniformed men crowded into the doorway with a dangerous smirk plastered on her face.

“I’ll never let them hurt you, I promise” Emily assured her, though she knew her friend would have to pay for her actions.

“It’s better off this way,” Tiffany promised, as the shaking consumed her entire body. Emily wondered who she was trying to convince…them or herself.

“Awww, sugar,” Gerard said, saddened by how disillusioned the girl before him was.

“For the last time--Take a good hard look,” Tiffany said, cocking the gun as the bullet fell into its chamber, there was a resounding click. Emily let out a yelp of protest, as she inched closer to her friend. “Paint these walls in pitchfork red,” Tiffany said, as Emily worked up the courage and jumped towards her. Gerard also launched into action, but they were both too late as the echo of the gunshot filled the room. The pieces of Tiffany’s skull and fragments of gray matter now decorated the walls. The red haze of blood shone in the light of the wall, as if begging for attention and the shattered body lay in the floor before it, seemingly unreal. The gun rested in the puddle of what used to be Emily’s friend’s skull. The metallic finish of the weapon was now tinted red, as it reflected the ever-widening pool of blood. The whole scene seemingly a testament to the horror that had just taken place.

Emily collapsed on the ground sobbing as Gerard held her, trying to comfort her, but neither could take their eyes off the corpse before them. “Would anything matter, if you're already dead,” Emily managed to choke out, becoming completely overwhelmed by her sobs. The dark-haired singer pulled the girl off of the floor, gently, and coaxed her towards the door, as the security guards called for the police. Emily turned in the doorway, and looked at he bloody mess on the wall…the remainder of her friend…the symbol of all their mortality.

THE END.

First of all, don't steal this.  I'll be really, really pissed.  Secondly, it's a short story.  It started out as bit of a drabble, and turned into something all it's own.  comments are greatly appreciated. =]

xoxo,t