TWO SHOT story i did on the MCRmy

[Zombii Junkie SixSick6]

okay, so i'm super bored and i want to make you all cry! =]]
these are rather sad so brace yourselves =]
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[glow=red,2,300]Through All the Tears[/glow]
She looked up at the ceiling; her head throbbed with pain from her sickness. The headaches were getting so bad; she couldn't even manage to stand on her own anymore. Yet she thanked god every day she was alive, alive for him, her love. He'd been right there beside her since she'd met him. She felt bad about it, but thankful none the less. He'd made so many sacrifices just for her wellbeing, and tried so hard to get her the best of the best treatments and doctors, tried so hard to help her get cured. Yet through all the prayers and tears, she was still passing in pain anyway.

Gerard clutched tightly to her hand, he knew she was going to die. The girl he'd come to love so much, was on a hospital bed, passing away slowly. He was glad to have met her that day last year. Her one wish, when she found out about the inescapable tumor, was to meet him, talk to him. He took time off touring just to spend time with her. He went everywhere with her, enjoying every second they were in the mall, or watching a movie at her house.

It was so sudden that she collapsed, there in the middle of the hall. His mind remembered that instant as if it had just happened, replaying in his mind every second her pain carried on. It had only happened three days ago, but it seemed she'd had this terrible aching for years.

He'd gone to church, he'd prayed for her, he tried everything he could, he just wanted her alive and well again, he didn't want to see her in pain. He felt as though he'd failed the 23 year old Tina, the woman of his dreams. He'd tried to fix her, he'd paid for all of her treatments, all of her hospital visits and still she was dying. He felt he hadn't tried hard enough, he could have done more, he should be doing more, but his mind was drawing blanks, he'd tried everything multiple times, in hopes of a miracle.
"Gerard." She groaned at a soft whisper.

Gerard looked to her face, tears were sliding out of her glossy green eyes. He knew that any moment, she'd be gone. "What is it, sweetie?" He asked quietly, not wanting to put her in more pain by speaking loudly.

"Don't leave me." She closed her eyes, holding as tight as her weakened hand could to his.

"I won't." He breathed, raising her hand to his lips, and giving it a gentle kiss. He'd refused to leave her side since she'd been admitted to the hospital. He was afraid that if he left her, she'd die alone. So it was no problem not to leave when she'd asked.

"Life does this to us. It makes us high, happier than we've ever been, and then it takes us away. Remember, I love you always. I'll wait for you to come to me in death. We'll have more time there. Write your songs, make sure they have feeling, don't hide your unhappiness under your stage presence. Show them, tell everyone you're story, tell them, Gerard. Don't forget me." She said. Gerard could tell that it was paining her just to talk, and wished she would just rest, but knew that she wouldn't rest until she'd said all she wanted to.

"I will. I promise." He stroked her hair away from her face, and stood up to kiss her forehead.

"Sing to me?" She asked hopefully, her eyes still shut as her eyebrows raised with expectancy.

"Of course." He nodded, even though she couldn't see him.
"Desert song." She requested.

"Alright." He said, a tear slipping from his eye, he wanted to argue that he couldn't do it, not with her dying like this, he just couldn't make it through the song, and he knew he wouldn't be able to. He looked at her pale, weak face, her chapped, pale pink lips, her now open, fading green eyes, and knew he had to try; he had to try, for her.

"I'll be seeing you. We'll talk when I wake up." She whispered, smiling, knowing fully well that once she went to sleep, she'd never wake again. But she wanted to make it easier on him.

He began to sing softly, holding her hand, to his face. She held tight as he sang to her, she knew the end was oh so very near, but she had to make it through the song.

Through Gerard's beautiful singing voice, she felt free. She knew that her brain was slowly shutting everything down, and she would pass away any moment, but she'd never been happier. Her breathing slowed, and as did her heart, he was almost done singing, and she was almost done living.

"…All fall down, well after all…" He finished. He looked at her beautiful face, a smile spread across it. Her smiling, delicate, angel face was stained with tears. He was sure, immediately, it was over, the song, and her being. Tina's grip on his hand loosened, and he knew she was gone.

He wished he'd told her he loved her, as he cried into her hand. He thought of all the good things about her, how she was so supernatural, so patient, so caring, so unique from all the others, so set on the fact that she'd live. He almost believed her when she talked about getting out of the hospital, and he'd started making plans of how he'd ask her to marry him in his head.

She was gone, waiting for him to come to her. She would always be in his heart, standing right beside him while he sang to the crowd, always on his mind, always in his heart. Even though she was right in the bed he sat next to, she was long gone. And there was nothing to do about it. All the work he'd put into trying to save her, all the tears he'd shed, and she'd still passed out of his life.

But he'd be stronger, push on, and keep moving, just like she'd always told him to. Every time he'd try to step out of his life, her voice would push him back in, keeping him alive and well until it was his time to pass.
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i'll put the second part up when i get comments =]]

[samathin]

Poor Gee. so sad

More? (hehe)

[Ali]

I am such a sap for sad stories, and you know that!
This was bliss, heartbreaking nontheless, and it didn't do no good to my sickness.
More please?

[Zombii Junkie SixSick6]

aaaaaalllriiight.
two comments is good enough for only two parts.,
and i guess i cant ask for much more considering no one is ever on anymore. >.< oh well
heres the last part:
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[glow=blue,2,300]Coffin Nails[/glow]

There she lay, asleep for the rest of eternity. The woman he’d come to care so deeply for, the woman who’s existence was so ruthlessly stripped from his own, his love, his Tina. Her eyes were shut, never to grace the world with her vision again, her porcelain face frozen, cold in the same position forever now. She was nothing more that a cherubic statue now, lifeless marble lain in it’s final bed. Never again would the voice, that had once inhabited the body of the angel, speak again, tell him her secrets, let him know how much she cared. The only place that voice could be found would be his memories. And even with time, he’d forget what she sounded like.
Gerard cringed at the thought of ever forgetting the tiniest aspect of her once living being. He could barely see his life after this moment as it was, he didn’t want the future to haunt him, tease him with his ever worsening, forgetful memory dangling over his head like the plague.
As he looked down on her restful body, he wished she’d wake up. He would have sold his soul just to be with her one more day, but never again. Never again would she grace him with her presence, never again would he be honored to hold her little hand in his own. She’d never be his perfect fit again.
Tina’s mother came over to him, taking him by the shoulder, and pulling him in her direction for a long, much needed hug.
“We know how important she was to you, sweet heart. I thank you for being with her while she was still here.” She said.
Gerard nodded silently. The woman talked like they wouldn’t remember her after that day, like she’d never be around again. Gerard knew that truthfully she would, it was her saying that ‘you’ll live forever as long as there’s one person in the world to remember you, and tell of your life.’ He looked away from his love’s mother, and back down to her wooden bed. The black wood, and red satin insides didn’t seem good enough to be for her. She was much to good for something so plain, so ordinary, because she was such an extraordinary, supernatural little thing.
He took a heavy, quivering breath of the funeral home air. Maybe that’s why she had to leave. He thought, nothing here was good enough for someone like her. She was just to perfect, amazing, smart, funny, beautiful, there always seemed to be a gloriously bright light coming off of her, her spirit shining through her being like neon lights.
Gerard dropped to his knees, hanging his head, tears spilling from his wet eyes. They’d been threatening to pour over his face since he’d gotten there. He was sure at that moment, that no one felt the same anguish in their hearts has he did. No one could even come close to the pain of losing her, not even her mother. No one knew how hard it was for him.
A cold hand touched his shoulder, he knew somehow he was dreaming. He knew it was her, his love. The hand moved around to his other shoulder, and so did another hand, her arms were around him, holding him tight in an embrace that almost felt like she was right with him.
“Love.” She whispered softly. So soft in fact, it was almost like her voice was a small gust of wind, blowing into his ear. “Don’t fall. Never let go. Not even for a second, hold on for me. We’ll be together, I promise, my Gerard. Not now, now you’re needed, my love.” the wind whispered again.
Gerard looked over, not to find her beautiful face, but the face of another. He was lying on the hard carpeted floor, swarmed by the worried faces of Tina’s friends and family.
“Are you alright, Gerard?” A friendly voice from somewhere in the blob of people asked.
Gerard took a few deep breaths before replying with a nod and a “yes.” A sudden wave of relief and understanding came across him, as if he’d fallen in an ocean of it. He felt like nothing was wrong, like Tina was alive and well. He looked to her coffin, she was still in it, not moving, asleep and at peace, no longer in pain. He could feel the hole in his heart still, from where she took a little piece of him upon her leaving, but it was as if it was filled by a ghostly presence, something supernatural, just like her. It was a replica of her love, hugging the empty space, closing it up so it didn’t hurt as much.
He understood then, why she’d asked him to sing Desert song for her on her deathbed. He was supposed to listen to his lyrics as he sang them. At that moment, it made sense. The lyrics told true of the two lovers, they’d be together again someday, but until then, he could see her whenever he felt like in his head, and that would have to do until he could go to her. Her having him sing it was supposed to make him feel better. Even in her last moments, she thought of everyone but herself, hoping that she could make her passing easier on everyone.
He started to smile. She truly was an angel, she was sent here to change people, and that she did. She’d changed him a lot, he’d realized. He’d learned to trust, have more faith, believe. She was the angel sent for him.
He stood up and looked down on her, worried people still surrounding him. He took her cold porcelain hand and kissed it, then brushing his hand to the side of her hard frozen face. “I love you too, my dear.” He smiled, eyes watering “....All fall down, well after all….”
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tell me what you think. =]]

[samathin]

*claps really hard until hands start to bleed* Yay!! Woohoo!! Awesome!

[Ali]

Yes, yes, brilliant indeed