Short Story

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Short Story

part 1: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/krazykatkilljoy/quick-little-story...
The service was beautiful. The flowers were beautiful. The casket was beautiful. But nowhere near as beautiful as her. Everywhere she went she radiated light, goodness, love. But I knew what was under that. There was pain, longing, disenchantment behind those sparkling blue eyes. I needed to help her, but I couldn't do anything. No amount of my talking to her, sitting with her on the bus or at lunch could snap her back to reality. She tried to hide her evening activites by wearing a lot of long sleeves, but every now and then the red whelts peeked out, a screaming cry for help. I felt so helpless when the lake cracked, when I saw that beautiful girl fall below the surface. I tried to save her, but when those eyes glazed over, I died with her. Unfortunatley, my death was only on the inside, and not on the outside. I went through life in an eternal haze. My world lost all color and happiness. I dropped out of school my senior year, just three months before graduation. My deadbeat parents didn't care what I did. They just told me to let the great spirit guide me, whatever the hell that meant. They were into that hippie mumbo-jumbo, but I didn't care about what they said. I was 18, they couldn't tell me what to do.
Most days, I dipped into their pot stash and smoked myself into a stupor. On the off days, I found some chick and just spent the night with her, drinking my life away. This went on for a few weeks. One day, I looked in the mirror and saw a withered, rail thin man with hollowed cheeks and even more hollow eyes. I didn't recognize myself in this reflection. I was horrified at what I'd done to myself. For some reason, I knew I was bringing myself one step closer to being with her again.
After a night of some hard partying and drugs, I didn't wake up. There was a small pinch, and I saw myself laying on the ground, some girl ontop of me. I was disgusted with myself. I deserved to die if I was going to waste my life away on pot and girls. Then suddenly, there was a white flash of light, and she was standing in front of me. She yelled my name and ran towards me, threw herself into my arms. I could barely keep myself from crying. In perfect unicen she and I uttered those three imortal words: I love you. I knew she would never leave me again. I was home.