BANG! BANG! (One off)
Title: BANG BANG!
Author: MuseAreMyMuse
Rating: 16+ maybe... I don't know
Summary: A short little one off I wrote, its a little messed up, but it has long back story
Note: To completely understand this story I need to tell you a section of my story... It all started a few weeks after my thirteenth birthday, I had an excruciating and painfully scary nightmare I woke up screaming and shaking. It bothered be for days I couldn't get it out of my head and out of my thoughts. A very smart and wonderful friend of mine said to me simply one day "Why don't you just write it down, get it out of your head and on to paper." So I did, I wrote it down and it hasn't bothered me since. Even since then every dream I have had, sad, scary, happy or just plain weird, I have writes down. Recently I have just finished my sixth diary of dreams. To celebrate this (and also because I haven't bought a new dream diary yet) I wanted to share a dream I had last thursday with you lovely little musers through Belldom!
It's a little morbid and depressing but that's just how I dream some times. I hope you enjoy!
Dom's eyes snapped open. They focused to the dim light in his best friend's apartment. Trying to get up, he collapsed back down due to an unbearably sharp pain in his forehead. Ugh, he hated hangovers.
Suddenly, he heard a soft sound, wailing coming from the other side of the room; his friend was in tears. This wasn't completely uncommon; Matt normally broke down, but this morning was different. Dom didn't know whether it was the way he was positioned, or the huge spaces between his sobs, but clearly, something was very wrong.
"Matt, what's up?" asked Dom sympathetically, while pushing himself up from the floor. He approached the figure who was sitting on the floor, staring at the yellowing stove.
No response.
Dom walked a little closer, pain still shooting through his forehead. He placed his left hand on his friend's shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Finally Matt opened his mouth. He didn't say anything though, and quickly closed it again. Then, he turned and stared Dom right in the eye. "I hate life," he said.
"Me too buddy," Dom replied laughing a little. His amusement didn't work on his roomate though, and soon Matt was looking away and crying once more.
"I want you to kill me."
Wow, Matt was completely serious. His voice hadn't broke once as he said that terrifying line. "Wh-why?" asked Dom, suddenly unaware of his hangover.
The figure on the floor just continued to sit, staring ahead. He stopped crying, but didn't answer the questions. Minutes passed, yet the friends stayed in their exact same poitions. Finally Matt stood up and turned around. He pressed his lips against Dom's? the friend stayed frozen, wondering strangely what was happening. When they broke apart, Matt looked at him and said, "That's why."
Dom was stunned. Matt had always liked him? All those times he'd got his hopes up and didn't mean to. All those times he'd made gay jokes, though he really wasn't homophobic at all. He'd said them just to brighten his friend up at the worst of times. They'd all backfired.
"There's a gun in my nightstand drawer. If you don't kill me, I'll kill me. I don't want to live with the long term pain anymore. I'd rather suffer it all at once. Please Dom, do this for me."
What am I doing? He thought, as his legs carried him towards the small, wooden nightstand. He opened the drawer and found the gun, sitting beside a pair of sunglasses. Slowly, he made his way back to his friend, who seemed... happy that Dom was doing this.
Dom raised the gun, pointing it straight ahead. He had a secret too; one that he'd never shared with the world either. He looked straight into his Matt's soul and said the first thing that rolled off his tongue, "I always loved you Matt." And then he turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger. Bang!
Matt stood in a daze for a couple minutes. He stared at his lover, lying on the ground. Blood seeped out of his head, but it wasn't like he noticed. Matt Slowly bent over the dead body and kissed it once more. "I love you more," he said, and then shot himself. Bang!
Author: MuseAreMyMuse
Rating: 16+ maybe... I don't know
Summary: A short little one off I wrote, its a little messed up, but it has long back story
Note: To completely understand this story I need to tell you a section of my story... It all started a few weeks after my thirteenth birthday, I had an excruciating and painfully scary nightmare I woke up screaming and shaking. It bothered be for days I couldn't get it out of my head and out of my thoughts. A very smart and wonderful friend of mine said to me simply one day "Why don't you just write it down, get it out of your head and on to paper." So I did, I wrote it down and it hasn't bothered me since. Even since then every dream I have had, sad, scary, happy or just plain weird, I have writes down. Recently I have just finished my sixth diary of dreams. To celebrate this (and also because I haven't bought a new dream diary yet) I wanted to share a dream I had last thursday with you lovely little musers through Belldom!
It's a little morbid and depressing but that's just how I dream some times. I hope you enjoy!
Dom's eyes snapped open. They focused to the dim light in his best friend's apartment. Trying to get up, he collapsed back down due to an unbearably sharp pain in his forehead. Ugh, he hated hangovers.
Suddenly, he heard a soft sound, wailing coming from the other side of the room; his friend was in tears. This wasn't completely uncommon; Matt normally broke down, but this morning was different. Dom didn't know whether it was the way he was positioned, or the huge spaces between his sobs, but clearly, something was very wrong.
"Matt, what's up?" asked Dom sympathetically, while pushing himself up from the floor. He approached the figure who was sitting on the floor, staring at the yellowing stove.
No response.
Dom walked a little closer, pain still shooting through his forehead. He placed his left hand on his friend's shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Finally Matt opened his mouth. He didn't say anything though, and quickly closed it again. Then, he turned and stared Dom right in the eye. "I hate life," he said.
"Me too buddy," Dom replied laughing a little. His amusement didn't work on his roomate though, and soon Matt was looking away and crying once more.
"I want you to kill me."
Wow, Matt was completely serious. His voice hadn't broke once as he said that terrifying line. "Wh-why?" asked Dom, suddenly unaware of his hangover.
The figure on the floor just continued to sit, staring ahead. He stopped crying, but didn't answer the questions. Minutes passed, yet the friends stayed in their exact same poitions. Finally Matt stood up and turned around. He pressed his lips against Dom's? the friend stayed frozen, wondering strangely what was happening. When they broke apart, Matt looked at him and said, "That's why."
Dom was stunned. Matt had always liked him? All those times he'd got his hopes up and didn't mean to. All those times he'd made gay jokes, though he really wasn't homophobic at all. He'd said them just to brighten his friend up at the worst of times. They'd all backfired.
"There's a gun in my nightstand drawer. If you don't kill me, I'll kill me. I don't want to live with the long term pain anymore. I'd rather suffer it all at once. Please Dom, do this for me."
What am I doing? He thought, as his legs carried him towards the small, wooden nightstand. He opened the drawer and found the gun, sitting beside a pair of sunglasses. Slowly, he made his way back to his friend, who seemed... happy that Dom was doing this.
Dom raised the gun, pointing it straight ahead. He had a secret too; one that he'd never shared with the world either. He looked straight into his Matt's soul and said the first thing that rolled off his tongue, "I always loved you Matt." And then he turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger. Bang!
Matt stood in a daze for a couple minutes. He stared at his lover, lying on the ground. Blood seeped out of his head, but it wasn't like he noticed. Matt Slowly bent over the dead body and kissed it once more. "I love you more," he said, and then shot himself. Bang!