Sinead o'conner + Iron Maiden=
Title: Nothing Compares 2 U
Author: Me
Pairing: Vam
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Bam dies, and Ville can't cope.
Warnings: Character death, self injury, suicide, language
Disclaimer: Both Ville and Bam are still alive, so I don't think this happened. Don't own anybody or any songs mentioned.
A/N: I listened to Sinead O'Conner's 'Nothing Compares 2 U", got the idea for a story about one of the boys dying. Listened to Iron Maiden's "Iron Maiden", got the idea for a suicide fic. I kind of just meshed it together. Blame Paul Di'Anno (I don't know if that's spelled right.)
Bam just died. Ville saw with his own eyes, his husband's mangled body, laying under a white sheet. Why couldn't Ville have died with Bam? He was in the same crash, and didn't have a scratch on him. Why couldn't Bam have lived?
XxX
Bam's funeral lasted longer than Ville liked. It seemed to go on forever. Ville put a pick from his guitar into Bam's coffin, and ran off before anyone could talk to him. He stared at the ring on his left hand, tears falling down his cheeks. He needed to be with Bam. Too feel his loving embrace, to kiss his soft lips. But no, he wouldn't kill himself. He would get through this. He lay down in his bed and fell into a troubled sleep.
XxX
Ville awoke at 8 AM. "Fuck." he said, staring at the clock.
This continued for 15 days. Ville finally couldn't take it.
It was 7 in the morning, so he snuck downstairs and got the biggest knife he could find. He got out his notebook and scrawled out a short note.
"I can't live without Bam. Bury me beside him, with the song 'Nothing Compares 2 U' playing. The Sinead O'conner version.
Rose, my beautiful daughter, please keep going. I love you, I love you."
Ville took the knife and slid the sharp blade across his wrists, satisfied with the blood coming from the wounds it created.
"I'll be with you soon." he whispered, cutting deeper. A few minutes later, everything stopped. Ville's vision darkened, his heartbeat slowing. "Goodbye..." Ville whispered before it stopped completely.
A/N: Just a short little story. Hope you liked it.
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