Post-Apocalypse Ch. 3

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Post-Apocalypse Ch. 3

I Know I Said I Was Only Going To Do About 10 Chapters But I'm Planning On Doing More Because I'm Getting Really Into This(: Ahah. This One's For You Andrew(:
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Poison Was Referring To My Depression. When I Was 11, My Best Friend Died. Ever Since Then I Went Through Long Periods Of Depression, And In Those Times Kind, Thoughts Of Suicide Returned To Me, And So Did My Vulnerability. But Now, I Was Becoming This Way More Often Then I Should. And Poison Knew It.
I Looked Him Steadily In The Eye And Nodded. He Tightened His Hug. I Pulled Away And Looked At Him.
"I Wish Things Could Be The Way They Used To Gee."
A Quiet Little Laugh Escaped His Lips.
"'Gee'. I Haven't Heard That Name In Years. It's Almost Like He Doesn't Even Exist Anymore...."
He Looked Kinda Sad Saying This. It Made Me Feel Bad.
"You Still Are Gee. Your Still The Same Gerard I Met When I Was 11. Your Never Going To Be Considered Just Party Poison To Me. You'll Always Be The Same Person You Were When You Saved Me."
I Could Tell There Was Something About My Sentence That Defenatly Hit A Soft Spot Of His. His Eye's Starting Tearing Up.
"I Hardly Even Consider Myself A Person Anymore." He Gave A Soft, Almost Non-Existint Smile. I Returned His Smile.
"And You're Still The Same Old Regan To Me." My Smile Faded.
"I Am Not The Same Regan I Used To Be. We Both Know That. I'm Twisted Ray-Gun Now, And That's All I Am."
Poison Looked At Me And Shook His Head.
"Your Definatly More Than That. Your Regan Marie Martinez. Your The Girl I Saved From Committing Suicide. Your The Girl Who's Made My Life So Much Better. Your The One Who Stepped Up To The Plate When The Other Guys Were Reluctant To Start The Killjoys. Your The Almighty And Supportive Twisted Ray-Gun. Your My Best Friend And My Crush Since The 6th Grade."
My Head Jerked Up At That Last Sentence. No Way I Thought To Myself.
"Really Gerard?"
His Soft Eyes Met Mine, And We Kissed. For The First Time. Then And There, We Were Just Two Kids, Living Life, Like We Used To All Those Years Ago.
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-Back In The Meeting Room With The Guys-
There Was Sort Of A Heavy Tense Feeling Back In The Meeting Room. Nobody Was Speaking Obviously. Everybody Was To Shaken From What Had Happened Back In Ray-Gun's Room. But Once Shy And Quiet, Kobra Decided To Be The First to Speak.
"She's Pretty Shaken About What You Said Ghoul."
Everybody Turned To Look At Ghoul Sitting In The Corner. He Himself Looked Even More Shaken Then Ray-Gun.
"I-I Can't Believe...Believe I Let That Slip Out. I Hurt Her That Bad." He Looked Close To Tears.
It Sounded Kinda Mean, But The Truth Was, It Was Hard For Any Of Them To Feel Bad For Ghoul. All Four Guys Knew To NEVER Tell That To Ray-Gun. That's What Jet Pointed Out.
"Yeah, Neither Can Me And Kobra."
"Yeah Ghoul. I Mean....You Just Don't Tell Her That."
"I Know I'm Not Supposed To Do That. I Feel Horrible." His Face Proved That True.
Everybody Was Silent For A While. Then Once Again, Kobra Took Initiative To Talk First.
"She's Getting Worse." He Whispered. Everybody Silently Nodded In Agreement.
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-Back With Poison And Ray-Gun-
Both Were Lying On Their Backs On Ray-Guns Bed, With Poison's Arm Wrapped Around Her Shoulders, Just Staring At The Old Caving In Roof. Several Bullet Shots Created Large Holes Through Which You Could See The Stars. They Were Shining Brighter Than Usual Tonight.
"What Do You Miss Gee?.....You Know From Before The Apocalypse."
It Took Him A Second To Answer. I Guess He Was Making A List.
"I Don't Know. I Guess Getting To Be Myself. Being Able To Go Out In Public. Being Able To Make Music."
Woah I Thought To Myself. That Was Deep. It Must Have Effected Him In Some Way To Because I Could Feel His Grip Around My Shoulders Tighten. Then He Started Talking Again.
"What Do You Miss Regan?"
Now It Was My Turn To Stay Quiet. I Honestly Didn't Know. I Only Had One Answer.
"Everything." I Suddenly Sounded A Million Years Older, Weary And Tired. And Poison Could Obviously Tell.
"You Need Some Sleep Regan. You've Been Through A Lot Today." He Was Right. So I Turned Over Onto My Side And Buried My Head Into His Chest, And Began Breathing Irregularly For Some Reason. Not Neccasarily Like I Was Having An Asthma Attack, But More Into An Excited Type Of Rythem. This Seemed To Frighten Poison A Bit. He Started Rubbing My Back And Whispered " Are You Okay Regan? Do You Need Your Inhaler?"
With My Head Still Buried In His Chest, I Shook My Head. I Whispered Almost Impossibly Audible,"I'm Fine."
The Last Thing I Remember Was Poison Singing Softly Into My Ear The Corus To Disenchanted.
"If I'm So Wrong, How Can You Listen All Night Long? And Will It Matter Long After I'm Gone?............."
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