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To The End
By BrokenxSmilesxMourn27

 


“Will you marry me?”

It came off as an almost violent whisper. Almost like I have no other choice. I looked into his dark circled eyes and saw the force. I loved him. I did. But he killed me. The memory of his once gentle eyes kills me.

“Would you bury me? Would you carry me to the end?” I murmured almost angrily back. He looked at me strange. Like he doesn't comprehend. How could he? He was killing me, after all. He doesn't see it at all. He never will.

We were dancing gracefully- at our prom. Everyone was looking at us- at the black streaks down my face. We were center stage. I won the prom queen vote. I know a person of my popularity shouldn't be in a relationship with him, or of this degree. You have to know, I've always loved him. Always been with him. And I've never tried for popularity- it came to me. And no matter what I did, I haven't been able to escape any of this.

“Of course I would. How could I not? You trust me, right?” I looked at the ground. Of course I do my conscience screamed. But I can't just say that. The power, the force in his voice when he asks me such things… I have no choice but to tell him what he wants to hear. This is will be my death, in the form of a drunken party.

“Yes, I do. I'll marry you,” I whisper while still crying, only this time I was looking into his beautiful eyes. They softened, but not enough to reveal the man I truly love.

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It was a month from the wedding. Almost a year has passed since he asked me that question. I didn't want to go through with this. I officially have the dress. I'm about to show it off to my friends. But I can't do this. I look into the mirror, and I can't keep a smile on my face. It feels like I'm being forced into this. And I can't handle this. I open up the cabinet underneath the sink. There're mainly cleaners down here. But the cyanide… that's what I'm looking for. I drink it, and I feel faint. I finally don't have to go through with this anymore. So say goodbye to the vows you take, and say goodbye to the life you make, and say goodbye to the heatr you break, and all the cyanide you drank.

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It's been a week since I drank the cyanide. All the cleaners and anything poisonous has either been disposed of or locked up. I'm being watched like a hawk. No one understands why I did it- and I won't tell them why. I haven't spoken to anyone since the event. There's no way out. He has only glared at me since. He won't let me do anything. He's afraid I'll try to kill myself again. And if I got the chance, I would.

“Do you love me?” I looked at him. He's been watching me for the past hour. And this is the first time he's said anything. I look away and opt to not say anything.

“Is that the problem? Do you not want to marry me?” Tears slowly escape my eyes as I hear him build up a rage. In not too long of a time I'll be helpless once again. I can never stop him.

“Will you marry me?” Again, I just looked at him. Knowing he was getting the answer he wants.

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Today's the day. It's the day I swear will be the last. I'm in my gown. My hair's done and I walk down the isle soon. The bridal party was scrambling this morning. They were partying so hard last night, it was like they'd died on the dance floor. I just stood in the middle of he commotion though. Not caring about a thing. This is the day I refuse to remember.

In the middle of the vows we are going through now, they are asking us the “I do's”. They asked him, and with a hardened smile, he agreed. They asked me, and I just stared, trying to not let the tears escape.

“If you ever say never-“

“Too late,” I whispered back, but to the priest I said, “I do.” Those were the most cursing words I've ever heard in my life. Those words are my end. The ceremony was finishing and he seemed frustrated with me. Because he knew this isn't what I wanted. The cup we share in the ceremony, I had mine poisoned. And this time, I knew I wouldn't survive. I said my last prayers as I drank from the cup, and then I slowly collapsed, looking into his eyes.

“I'm sorry…” His eyes betrayed his true feelings. His eyes seemed to laugh as he screamed. He knew what was happening. I was dying in front of him, falling into the cake behind us. Kiss the bride I heard faintly in the background.

So say goodbye to the last parade, and walk away from the choice you made, and say goodnight to the heart you break, and all the cyanide you drank.

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It was the wake about a week later now. I was watching over the whole thing. He was standing there weeping over my body.

“…Would you bury me? Would you carry me to the end…? You knew… you knew you would die… I've carried you there… and I'm burying you know… I love you. I've loved you to the end!” And that's when I cried out of love.

“I love you Gerard… I've always loved you…”I whispered into the wind.

Share the vows at the wake.

To The End.

 

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