All I'm Asking For Is... By Kara Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue! *** "Hello, angel," you whisper to me as you slip me into a warm embrace. A silent tear descends down my cheek, buried in your shoulder. "All I'm asking for is... All I'm asking for is..." You silence me with a single finger drawn to my trembling lips as you say, "We could be perfect one last night... Please understand it has to be this way." You release your grasp on me and stare me straight in the eye. I glance down, unable to look at your insanely beautiful hazel eyes. "Well, I thought I heard you say 'I like you,'" I say, desperately trying to hold back the flood of tears building up in my eyes. I sniff quietly and say, "Do you remember that day when we met? You told me this gets harder." "Would I lie to you?" I look up at your mesmorizing face and ask, "...Am I losing myself?" You shake your head in reply. Your thumb runs across my cheek, wiping an escaped crystal tear. "It's better off this way." How could you say that to me? No, I'm not o-fucking-kay, Gerard! What could ever make you think that I'd be okay after what you have told me? You said it's something you have to do. Is it absolutely neccessary, though? Does it have to end this way? I'm trying to let you know just how much you mean! You're everything to me. I admitted my love for you, and you're still going through with this. Why? I shake my head quickly, determined to rid myself of the tears, surreptitiously falling from my blood-shot eyes. I refuse to accept what you're so fucking sure is the right way to go. "Say goodbye to the heart you break," you whisper, backing away from me. I watch your feet slowly drag the ground... leaving me. Leaving me for all of eternity. Leaving all the love I gave to you. I emptied my heart for you, and this is how you repay me? You fucker. I devoted my whole fucking life to you. I thought we would be together forever. But no. You've decided to replace our future with a loaded gun. You were right. It isn't that much fun staring down the latter. Thoughts of you and the happiness I felt whenever I was with you raced through my mind; random imprinted images of your wondrous smiling face came into view in my memory. Oh, how I love you so. I only wish you could understand that and rethink what you're doing. I bite my bottom lip in fear, closing my eyes so tight my head hurts. I begin to plead for mercy when I'm cut short by a bullet meant for my chest. Your shaking hand forced the bullet to lodge itself into my upper arm instead of my heart. The pain shoots through my body like fire, overwhelming and amazingly warm at the same time. How could pain this horrid make one feel so full of bliss? A smile plays across my face as blood starts to drip from my lip. Ah, the wonderful pain. You gaze at me in fear, your entire body shaking violently. Your quivering hand drops the gun as you turn and run. I amble towards the forgotten pistol and gently pick it up, studying it in my pale hand. I wrap my fingers around the gun, lower it to my side, and continue onwards. Don't blame me. You were the one who started this damned thing in the first place. Two hours later, I find you resting against an alley wall, desperately forcing your lost breath back into your lungs, inhaling and exhaling wildly. I smile at the thought of your breathing diminishing as you die by my side. "Ever get the feeling that you're never all alone?" You start at the sound of my unexpected voice, your eyes wide, your face pale. Oh, poor, Gerard. Did I alarm you, my love? You manage to release my name from your quivering lips in a stutter. "But you really need to listen to me, because I'm telling you the truth! I mean this..." "I wanna see what your insides look like. I bet you're not fuckin' pretty on the inside," I say, interupting your pathetic plea. My eyes narrow, burning into your soul, seeing right through your damned lies. You never fucking loved me. It was all just pretend. How the fuck do you think that would have made me feel once I found out? I do have feelings, too, you know! You're just too shallow and heartless to see that. "You can say a prayer if you need to." You remain silent. Your mouth opens occasionally as if you were dying to say something, but no words come out. And as that one solitary tear falls from your eye, I raise the gun and level it with your skull. "So long and goodnight," are the last words you hear before the sound of the gun that shoots a bullet through your head reverberates off the walls of the alleyway. I bow my head and whisper an apology. I watch the gun that killed my so-called "one true love" fall to the ground in silence. The quietude engulfs my hearing. The silence is unbearable. I begin to feel my body convulsing. Oh, the fucking silence! I can't take it anymore! I scream in agony, clawing at my face, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. "You left my heart an open wound! ...And I love you for this day!" The last few words echo in the darkness of the back street. My head pounds from the stress and pain I've gone through within the past few hours. I slowly regain my breath. As I do so, I reach for the fallen gun and lean against the same wall you had been only a few minutes before, alive and breathing. I let myself slide down the wall onto the damp cement of the alley. Your name resounds in the silence of my thoughts. Gerard. Oh, Gerard. I'm so sorry. I lift the pistol to my temple and rest it there, working up the nerve to fire it. "If this is what you want, then fire at will," I say to myself. Closing my eyes, I tediously pull the trigger. "And we're all dead n--" BANG. The End.