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"Am I losing myself?" Tiffany asked, her voice soft as she looked down at the gun in her hand. She looked up at her friend, her eyes shining with tears as she waited for an answer..but her friend said nothing.

"Am I losing myself?" she yelled, suddenly as if expecting the girl before her to have the answer. Emily winced as she looked at her crazed friend, and a profound sadness washed over her. She was speechless and tears were now spilling down her cheeks as her helplessness flowed over her in undulating waves.

She didn't even try to answer the question, but even if she would have it wouldn't have mattered; Tiffany was beyond listening as she stared at the metallic entity in her hand. "I'm a total wreck" she mumbled, as she began to pace. Emily turned ever-so-slightly wondering what the front man at the door was thinking.

Gerard pushed his hair off of his face, wondering how this situation had come about in the first place. The two girls before him had won a contest to interview him, and when he had walked in they had been in the middle of a heated argument.

He wasn't sure where the offending item the girl held had come from, but he couldn't take his eyes off of the gleaming metal that was a constant reminder of how serious the situation had become.

Suddenly, a security guard entered the room, drawn by the yelling. He quickly surveyed the scene, and his eyes widened at the sight of the weapon in the girls trembling grasp. He moved towards her, but before her could take any kind of action the sound of a gunshot filled the room.

Emily yelped, and Gerard unintentionally took a step towards the door, as the body of the security guard hit the ground with a sickening thud. His vacant eyes probed the ceiling, as the pool of blood around him began to spread.

Emily put a hand to her mouth, restraining a sob as she looked at the corpse. "We're hanging out with corpses," Tiffany proclaimed, giggling hysterically. The laughter resounding in the room, as if mocking the girl with her own insanity. Her laughter stopped just as abruptly as it had began. She looked back down at the gun in her hand, as if in a trance. Her eyes were sad, but a twinge of madness shone as well. Emily bit her lip to stifled the cry of despair that threatened as she studied her friends broken face.

Gerard took a step forward, and Tiffany's head shot up but neither of the girl's said anything. "Let me break this awkward silence" Gerard offered, his eyes shifting from the brunette's eyes, whose hair had fallen into her face making them barely visible, to the gun she held, and back again.

"Love it or leave it" Tiffany mumbled, not making any sense to the other two in the room, "You can't understand!" she continued, her voice an angry growl. Emily winced at her angry tone, and took a step closer to Gerard, who was slowly advancing on Tiffany. "I know you," Emily said, her voice sounding sad, but also containing a determined edge.

Tiffany suddenly smiled, "I think I'd love to die alone," she stated, running her fingers lovingly across the dull metal object she held, as if she had never heard her friend speak. "I wanna save your heart," Emily continued, tears flowing down her cheeks. Tiffany laughed bitterly at the notion, and glanced at Gerard. She gave him a warning glare that she had noticed his slow, determined steps and he immediately froze.

"C'mon show me how," she mocked, turning back to Emily. Emily frowned as helplessness once again closed in on her as she heard her friend's tone.

Gerard took another step, after a few seconds, "Well, I've got something to say..." he stated, putting his hands in the air, in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. Tiffany smirked but didn't say anything, as she raised the gun at pointed it at the lead singer. "All we are is bullets.." she stated, pulling the trigger.

Emily screamed, and squeezed her eyes shut, knowing her friend would never hurt Gerard. The action just enforced her view of her friends insanity. She opened her eyes slowly, and looked back and forth between Gerard, Tiffany, and the wall behind him where the bullet had lodged itself. Splinters of plaster littered the floor, and there was a large crack in the wall beside a tiny hole. Tiffany giggled hysterically, "Temporary wounds" she said, looking back down at the gun, that had become her new best friend.

Emily's eye's widened at the flippant behavior her friend was exhibiting, especially after the action she had just taken. The notion of how insane her friend had become hit her like a lead weight, and she took a deep, shaking breath. "I never thought it would be enough to show you just what I've been thinking.." Tiffany stated, softly, her eyes meeting the hazel orbs of the front man in front of her.

"Let me go on record, be the first to say I'm sorry," Emily said, once again the tears began to roll down her cheeks, knowing there was nothing else she could do for her friend. Tiffany smiled, her face showing the kind of innocence that only madness could bring, "Like a bed of roses, there's a dozen reasons in this gun," she said, waving the subject of her last statement in the air.

"Think happy thoughts," Emily mumbled to herself, trying to think of something else to buy them some time.

"We'll laugh as we die," Tiffany said, punctuating the sentence with another hysterical round of laughter.

Gerard moved closer to Emily, as if lending emotional support to get her through this situation. Suddenly, three more guards appeared and Tiffany's eyes shot up, surprised. She pointed the gun at the uniformed men crowded into the doorway with a dangerous smirk plastered on her face.

"I'll never let them hurt you, I promise" Emily assured her, though she knew her friend would have to pay for her actions. Tiffany didn't say a word. She looked down once more at the gun in her hand...her salvation. Her hair fell in a veil around her face, and her hazel eyes darted around the room suspiciously before she slowly lifted the gun to her temple.

"Do you care at all?" Tiffany asked, tears spilling down her cheeks now, as her hand shook violently. "That girl's not right in the brain," Gerard said, softly, stating the obvious as he tried to figure out how to get the gun away from her. He glanced at the security guards, who still had a gun leveled at them.

"It's better off this way," Tiffany promised, as the shaking consumed her entire body. Emily wondered who she was trying to convince...them or herself. "Awww, sugar," Gerard said, saddened by how disillusioned the girl before him was.

"For the last time--Take a good hard look," Tiffany said, cocking the gun as the bullet fell into its chamber, there was a resounding click. Emily let out a yelp of protest, as she inched closer to her friend. "Paint these walls in pitchfork red," Tiffany said, as Emily worked up the courage and jumped towards her. Gerard also launched into action, but they were both too late as the echo of the gunshot filled the room. The pieces of Tiffany's skull and fragments of gray matter now decorated the walls.

The red haze of blood shone in the light of the wall, as if begging for attention and the shattered body lay in the floor before it, seemingly unreal. The gun rested in the puddle of what used to be Emily's friend's skull. The metallic finish of the weapon was now tinted red, as it reflected the ever-widening pool of blood. The whole scene seemingly a testament to the horror that had just taken place.

Emily collapsed on the ground sobbing as Gerard held her, trying to comfort her, but neither could take their eyes off the corpse before them. "Would anything matter, if your already dead," Emily managed to choke out, becoming completely overwhelmed by her sobs.

The dark-haired singer pulled the girl off of the floor, gently, and coaxed her towards the door, as the security guards called for the Police. Emily turned in the doorway, and looked at he bloody mess on the wall...the remainder of her friend...the symbol of all their mortality.

The End