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Last Night
By i'm not the last but i sure ain't the first

 


Last Night

Pierre was cleaning out his room. He was moving into his fianc?'s house for when they get married. He was starting with the closet. He opened it up and looked down. There was a huge stack of old AP magazines. He picked them up and threw them out. No need to keep those. He went back to the closet and saw an old tattered Nike box that must've been behind the magazines. He froze. He knew exactly what it was, and he didn't want to bring back those horrible memories. But he subconsciously picked it up. He walked over to his bed and set the box down. He slowly opened the lid of the box. Inside, there were pictures, a necklace and an engagement ring. Pierre fought back the tears as he took out a stack of the pictures and saw the face of the girl he loved. Danni. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked into her bright green eyes and her long black hair. Pierre sank back into the memories of that night.

I remember all the time you spent with me
It broke my heart to see you go
And I remember those times that you were there for me
And I remember the drive home
I remember the drive home

*Flashback*

“Who are you?” Pierre asked.

“I'm Adam,” the guy replied. Danni told him to sit down and join them for dinner. He apparently was Danni's friend. Pierre sat through dinner without saying a word to him. Friend? Yeah, right. Every minute that passed in that dinnertime, every time that Adam touched her, Pierre felt the anger and jealousy burning in his stomach. When they were done with dinner, Danni hugged Adam goodbye in the parking lot. That was it. The anger and jealousy came bursting out in the car ride home.

“What the fuck was that Dan?” Pierre yelled.

“Pierre, he's just my friend!” Danni yelled back.

“Yeah? Well your `friend' sure touches you a lot!”

“Pierre-“

“No, Dan, I don't need another word.” They had pulled up to Pierre's house. He got out of her car and started walking to the door as she sped away. About five seconds later, when Pierre had reached his door, he heard the sound of crunching metal on metal. The sound of two cars slamming together. The sound of screeching tires.

Last night
I forgot to tell you
Last night
You had to die alone

I remember always looking up to you
but you were never looking down
(you were never looking down)
And I remember that warm September afternoon
And I remember all the sounds
(I remember all the sounds)

Pierre froze. He turned and ran down the street. A thousand thoughts flooded into his mind. Maybe it wasn't her. Maybe it was other cars. Maybe. As he came close to the crash site, he saw a car that was smashed underneath a huge Hummer. He glanced down at the ground and saw a license plate sitting there. `DP 4EVER'. Danni and Pierre forever. She had changed it when he proposed to her. He crumpled to the ground. He screamed as loud as he could, not caring that it was 11 at night and kids were sleeping. He starting crying and didn't stop until the cops dragged him away. He stood on the outside of the crash scene, watching everything that the cops were doing.

Last night
I forgot to tell you
Last night
You had to die alone

Pierre then realized something.

Last night
I forgot to tell you
Last n
ight
I didn
't get to say goodbye

He never said goodbye to her.

*End of Flashback*

Pierre lay on his bed, crying exactly like he did that night. He remembered everything about it, what she was wearing, what she ate, everything.

He wanted to be with her right now. He would do anything to be with her, to have her in his arms again. He felt so alone.

He couldn't believe that he had settled for Lachelle, even though he knew that he would never love anybody ever again.

You meant the world to me
And I know that we will be together
In the end forever, baby

I'm feeling so alone now
more than I've ever been
I just want to feel you in my arms again

An idea sprung into Pierre's head. He walked into the bathroom and took out his razor. He took the blade off. He placed it on his wrist and cut himself vertically and very deeply. He did the same with the other wrist and sank to the floor. He laughed as he watched his arms gush crimson. He glanced at the floor and saw the blood pooling around him. He was still chuckling as he blacked out.

The whole band was heading over to Pierre's house. They were going to help him pack for his big move into Lachelle's house. They headed into his house and up to his room. He wasn't there. The guys split up around the house to find him. Seb realized that the bathroom door was shut.

“Pierre?” He called. “Are you in there?” No answer. Seb pounded on the door. “Dude, open the door.” He tried the knob. Locked. He was starting to get worried. He banged on the door and kept trying to unlock it. He found a hanger in Pierre's room and got it unlocked with that. He opened the door.

“GUYS!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. Blood was everywhere. Pierre was slumped on the ground by the sink with his wrists still bleeding profusely. David, Jeff, and Chuck all ran to the bathroom. They screamed and frantically tried to stop the bleeding. Seb then saw it. A razor blade, laying right next to Pierre's right arm. He tried to kill himself.

The guys never found out why. They rushed him to the hospital, but it was already too late. He had bled to death. He had killed himself just to be with the girl he loved. He really was dead inside before he had killed himself. Every single day since September twelfth at eleven PM, what he had said to her before she died ate away at him. If only he had said goodbye.

Last night (last night)
I forgot to tell
you
Last night
You had to die alone (die alone)

Last ni
ght
I forgot to tell you
Last n
ight
I didn
't get to say goodbye

 

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