Ok, before you read this, I just wanna say that this was written as a Linkin Park fiction, so I've had to change the names, but otherwise, it fits.
This isn't so much an 'adult' fic, but I thought it shouldn't go in general fics. Feel free to move it if you wish.
WARNING: Death fic!
*Standalone* (One chapter only, told in 2nd person)
You’re lonely.
You watch them at the other side of the dressing room.
They don’t notice you.
You’re lonely.
You’re watching them… you’re watching him.
Why don’t they notice you?
Why doesn’t he notice you?
You want them to look your way… but they don’t.
You’re so lonely.
They’re laughing at something… or is it ‘someone’?
They never tell you their jokes.
They’re probably about you.
You watch them even more.
You watch him even more.
You’re so damn lonely.
You’ve loved him since the first day you met him.
He’s so gorgeous. He’s so clever. He’s so well built. He’s so funny. He’s so fashionable.
He’s so… not you.
You hate being lonely.
You love his tanned skin.
You love his big brown eyes.
You adore his masculine build.
He adores his fiance.
You’re just too lonely.
Maybe you shouldn’t have joined the band.
Maybe you should have stayed away.
But no… you went to Summerhill college, which resulted in you meeting him.
Why are you so lonely?
Damn their perfect lives!
Damn their perfect looks!
Damn their perfect talents!
Damn him!
You don’t want to be lonely.
They’re so close to him.
They’re so lucky.
They have him.
You don’t!
You decide you won’t be lonely anymore.
That gun in your hotel room is calling you.
Maybe then, they will understand.
How lonely you are.
Will you go to heaven?
Will they miss you?
Will he miss you?
You doubt it.
You hate loneliness!
Time to go back to the hotel now.
Time to bid farewell.
You won’t be seeing them again.
They won’t be seeing you again.
You won’t be seeing him again.
He won’t be seeing you again.
Goodbye loneliness.
You’re in your hotel room, now.
You’re all alone.
Not that you notice.
You’re always alone.
You don’t feel worthy of living anymore.
Loneliness is coming to an end.
The gun is cold in your hand.
The bullet inside is waiting.
You’re not even gong to leave a note.
‘Goodbye, lads. I love you all,’ you whisper.
‘Goodbye, Shane. I love you,’ you say.
You pull the trigger.
Loneliness is replaced… with nothing.
It’s all gone… and so are you.
Rest well, Mark.
The End.
What did you think?
It sucks doesn't it? :Confused:
Oh hell, it does suck! But not the way you mean it.
It's just that damned atmosphere and those feelings it evokes.
It's so good, dark and sad. Silently despaired. Depressing. Stirring. Revealing.
Same feelings that Linkin Park songs create to me.
It really is ... I don't know. I'm choking on it. You understand?
I like it very much, you're an artist.
Yeah you do have talent Lynn ;)
I wouldn't say if I didn't.
As I said I never ever lied online, why should I?
