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My Angel,
My Drug,
My Nightmare

By restinpieceslover

 

DISCLAIMER: This story is not approved, endorsed, or connected in any way to the members or management of My Chemical Romance.

This story is completely fictional and does not represent the views, policies, or practices of My Chemical Romance.

Don't own (only wish I did), didn't happen, don't sue.

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You always had a dark sort of beauty to you. By no means did you have what the superficial leaders of today call beauty, but there was always something there. Even in the beginning I recognized it, though I didn't know what it was. Now I recognize it as a beauty that only the dead have. It was there, even before I killed you.

I remember the day you died.It all started because you had broken my heart weeks before. One month, to be exact.You gave up on us without even trying. You completely destroyed me, and then criticized me for expressing it. I tried countless times to change things, but you always were stubborn.

The day before you died was the one-month-anniversary of the day you broke me. I spent the day mourning our loss--or mine, rather; you never seemed to care. The next day I found out from a close friend that she had seen you with another on your arm. I didn't need to hear anymore; I just found your picture, ripped it up, and threw it away, just like you did to me.

You were always my angel. But by breaking me the way you did, you were slowly falling. Every time you touched them, you fell even faster. I knew I had to save you before you fell completely.

The night I found out about you being with someone else, I followed you home. Your lover was with you, and they stayed until after dark. I watched you through the window the entire time, even as the rain began to wash away the eyeliner you once said looked so beautiful on me. I smiled to myself. Soon, I would save my angel from falling. But as you opened the door to let them out, I watched as your lips gently placed a kiss upon theirs, the way they used to do to mine. 

~My angel had already fallen.~

I waited until they were gone, and then I slowly knocked on your door. When you answered, your eyebrows furrowed; you were surprised to see me. I walked inside, gently pushing you backwards. You stuttered inaudibly; you were scared. I smiled.

"Don't be so afraid," I told you. "I'm only here to save you." We both knew you were beyond saving, but I could still prevent you from being completely destroyed. I leaned in and softly kissed your lips. You didn't pull back. I smiled into the kiss; I knew there was still some of my angel left in you, even if you had fallen.

But I still had to save you.

As I kept you distracted with my razorblade kiss, I took out the object I had hidden in the back of my Tripp pants; Tripp pants that, ironically enough, you had given me.

I pressed the cold metal to your temple, and you tried to pull away, but I held you in place with my hand at the back of your neck. I pulled away from the kiss but let my forehead rest against yours. My breath ghosted against your lips, and I continued to hold you in place.

"What are you doing?" you asked me, your breathing shallow, fear in your eyes, and defiance in your voice.

"I'm saving you," I said simply. I looked into your beautiful eyes one last time. "Tell me you love me," I commanded you.

"No," you breathed through gritted teeth. You were always irresistible when you were angry. "I don't love you," you spat. I smirked.

"Liar." And I pulled the trigger.

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At this point, everyone is at your funeral, mourning your death. It's a closed-casket ceremony, due to the gunshot wound that goes into your left temple and out your right. I don't understand it, though. You're still as beautiful as you ever were, if not more. Your dark beauty, multiplied by death.

I know this because as you lie in your closed casket, your body cold and lifeless, I lie beneath you. That's right, my love, my beautiful fallen angel. I always said I would follow you, all the way to the end. And unlike you, my darling, I keep my promises. 

Right now I know we're being carried into the cemetery...lowered into the ground...A light snowfall is sprinkling our casket, I knew this would happen even before I cam here.

Merry Christmas, darling.

I smile to myself. The dirt is being tossed, we're being buried together, as it was meant to be.

I saved you.

As time goes by, I will most likely starve here and die. But it will be here with you, just like I always dreamed. I will take my last breath with a smile on my face, because I will be next to your cold, lifeless, beautiful body.

You always were the most beautiful girl in the world. Now, with me by your side, you'll be the most beautiful fallen angel in Hell.

'Till death do us part.

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A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one-shot, and apparently quite a few people enjoyed reading it already. It was passed around to a few people at school (during Religion class, ironically), and they seemed to like it a lot. I hope you did too! 

PS...I would really appreciate feedback on this one, I worked pretty hard on it, I just want your opinions and thoughts and feelings on it!

{Hispanic! at the Disco},

Maggie AKA RestInPiecesLover

 

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