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Dead Pulse
Title: Dead Pulse
Author: vamxaddict
Rating: G
A/N: This drabble is so very true. It happened just barely 30 minutes ago, but it’ll stay etched in my mind for awhile. This is what I felt and actually did at the time. These are my words and I felt that they applied so much to vam that I needed to get it out. Hope you like it.
As I see you standing upon the stage, it does everything but make the pain go away. I slap the autographed drumstick across the palm of my hand as the riff plays. I move my feet and head to the rhythm but all I can see and think of is you. The way your body is moving and the fact that your as nervous as hell, and would love a smoke right now. I stare at the X marked on my hand as you began to start the song, it’s like a symbol of rejection. The sound I got when you told me you didn’t like me as more than a friend. It hurt so bad, like there was a thousand knifes piercing my body. The only thing that keeps me from crying is me slapping the drumstick on my palm. My palm grows raw and I fight back the tears. Your screams fill my ears and they seem to echo the pain I feel inside. I let the drumstick go and it drops to the floor as you end the song. You look into my eyes and I feel as though I want to die. All I did was love you, but you didn’t feel the same. Now when I see you I hear it all over again and I feel the hurt piercing me harder. They say it’s your loss, that you’re not worth anything, but that just hurts me worse. Because inside of me, you were my everything.
Author: vamxaddict
Rating: G
A/N: This drabble is so very true. It happened just barely 30 minutes ago, but it’ll stay etched in my mind for awhile. This is what I felt and actually did at the time. These are my words and I felt that they applied so much to vam that I needed to get it out. Hope you like it.
As I see you standing upon the stage, it does everything but make the pain go away. I slap the autographed drumstick across the palm of my hand as the riff plays. I move my feet and head to the rhythm but all I can see and think of is you. The way your body is moving and the fact that your as nervous as hell, and would love a smoke right now. I stare at the X marked on my hand as you began to start the song, it’s like a symbol of rejection. The sound I got when you told me you didn’t like me as more than a friend. It hurt so bad, like there was a thousand knifes piercing my body. The only thing that keeps me from crying is me slapping the drumstick on my palm. My palm grows raw and I fight back the tears. Your screams fill my ears and they seem to echo the pain I feel inside. I let the drumstick go and it drops to the floor as you end the song. You look into my eyes and I feel as though I want to die. All I did was love you, but you didn’t feel the same. Now when I see you I hear it all over again and I feel the hurt piercing me harder. They say it’s your loss, that you’re not worth anything, but that just hurts me worse. Because inside of me, you were my everything.