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*Songfic* Gunslinger *Avenged Sevenfold*
By AnnalisseBlack

 


Yeah You've been alone,

I've been gone for far too long,

But with all that we've been through,

After all this time I'm coming home to you

She stood solemnly on the balcony; ignorant of the happy families, enjoying each other's company on the beach below. Her eyes searched the distance for a glimpse of the land where her beloved was fighting. Searching but all she could find was the endless amounts of water, reminding her just how far away he was. Allowing a depressed sigh to escape her pale lips, she turned and slowly made her way into the neat apartment. Everything was in its place, yet something was missing. The warmth and comfort that the vibrant place once possessed was gone; replaced by a lifeless dull shadow, a hard cold and infinite emptiness. Nothing has been the same for the past few months since he was taken from her.

Never let it show,

The pain I've grown to know,

Cause with all thsee things we do,

It don't matter when I'm coming home to you.

A shot, a cry and another lifeless body falls to the pitiless ground. Another life was stolen; the life of a comrade and friend. The same piercing pain of loss stabs my still beating heart. It never got easier. The more bullets fired, the more broken my heart became. On the battlefield, pain was a common thing. What made today bearable was the news I received this morning. I feel the now unfamiliar feeling of a smile gracing my mud covered face at the thought of returning home; just one more week of hell. The smile was quickly replaced as a victim of my gunfire fell. Another mother lost a son. Another lover left alone. It never mattered who falls on the field, all of them have families. I may be headed home soon, but hundreds won't. My other emotions die gradually, being replaced by a sadness that will haunt my forever. I will never forget.

I reach towards the sky,

I've said my goodbyes,

My hearts always with you now,

I won't question why so many have died

My prayers have made it through yeah

Cause with all these things we do

It don't matter when I'm coming home to you.

Two pairs of eyes looked up at the star filled sky; their reuniting so close. Thoughts race as possibilities come into play. Many things could go wrong in seven days; they both knew it. It takes but one bullet to end a life. Feelings are thrown into the hands of the stars, with hope to be relayed to their lover. Two hands rise into the darkness of the night; one delicate, smooth and innocent, the other rough, polluted and disgraced by the blood they've spilt. Promised hearts reach for their other half, their rock, their everything. Haunted eyes turn away, scanning the bloodied ground littered with the fallen. Not questioning their deaths, just mourning for the lives they've lost. It doesn't matter when the soldier returns home, because a part of him has already died. He'll never be the same again.

Letters keep me warm,

Help me through the storm,

But with all that we've been through,

After all this time I'm coming home to you.

My best friend fell today. Despair and depression took control and I slipped into blood frenzy. I bombarded the enemy with volley after volley; pieces of the shattered heart now hardened by anger and loss. I brushed off the looks of pity I was receiving. I reached into my pocket for the letter I'd received this morning before I was placed on the front line. The graceful lettering, the heartfelt words, the scent of the paper, everything about the letter softened my heart and while the battle raged on, I wept. Remembering the one I'd left behind. Suddenly the cold fades and a familiar warmth embraces me. I smile pathetically as the tears kept falling. The memory of her kept me going. I didn't want to be here, I never wanted to come. I'll endure it for just that little bit longer, cause after all the time apart; I'm coming home.

I reach towards the sky,

I've said my goodbyes,

My hearts always with you now,

I won't question why so many have died.

My prayers have made it through now.

Cause with all the things we do,

It don't matter when I'm coming home to you.

This is the last time I shed blood. I raised my hated weapon and fired. Keeping myself hidden, I screamed a battle cry and for my love, I fired hundreds of lead pellets into the guts of the supposed enemy. I vowed not to lose now; I will make it home to her; I will live. Bullets cut through the dirt by my head and I flinch back reflectively. I gather my courage and let the bullets fly in the direction I believed the bullets to be coming from. I would not let all the responsibility rest solely on the guns of the people around me. I will not slack. The list went on and on until my squad was withdrawn. I left the bloodshed and war behind as I held my head up high and walked with an eagerness that was mirrored by two other men. Everything would be alright. I was going home.

I've always been true,

I've waited so long just to come home to you

I'm making it through, It's been far too long,

We've proven a love over time so strong,

In all that we do.

I strode through the busy airport, feeling eager to find some transport home. I catch a taxi to a friend's place where one of my cars was kept for whenever I came into town. My thoughts were a hurricane as the taxi pulled into my friend's drive. I paid the driver handsomely and walked over to my beat up Mazda. Sliding into the torn seat behind the wheel, flashes of my time in war were clear before my eyes. The jeep rolling, the pained screams, the ear-bursting explosion, the past I'd hoped to forget became all too fresh in my mind. Despite my thoughts, I turned the key; life goes on.

Once I pulled onto the highway, the hurricane of thoughts returned. Night was falling and my adrenaline rushes at the thought of going home were the only thing enabling me to drive. The busted up Mazda started choking and stalled in the middle of the road. Turning the key over and over again without success increased my frustration. I stopped my attempts to start the car and threw my head back against the rest. I've been gone for so long, now on my way home I'm stopped again. I made up my mind and threw the car door open and looked up into the starry night sky.

The stars in the night,

They lend me their light,

To bring me closer to heaven with you.

Searching the stars like I've done countless times before, I found a very familiar star. Smiling at the glowing ball of fire I put one foot in that direction; then the other. Soon I was walking, following the star that would lead me home. After an hour walking my body was so physically exhausted that I collapsed. Again. My arms struggled to lift my heavy body off the ground. I lay for several moments looking at the distance still to go. Making my decision, I unsteadily rose and stumbled like a drunken man. It took a few moments to get my balance and when I did I sluggishly continued my journey home.

Minutes passed as hours. My pace quickened when I saw the familiar lights of home. Heart pounding, ragged breaths, flushed and dishevelled; I was a sight to behold. Screaming legs ran towards the heavy oak front door. I threw open the door as my thoughtless decision hit home. My love, my longing froze. I felt her eyes take me in and I tried to soothe her by stretching welcoming arms. Realization. Her tears came fast, producing my own as result. As she threw her arms around my neck, my weak worn knees gave way and the two of us collapsed. She was overwhelming; her touch, her scent, the sound of her tears. Everything about her was so different from the battlefield. I knew now that here with her now is heaven.

But with all that we've been through

After all this time I'm coming home to you

I reach towards the sky

I've said my goodbyes

My hearts always with you now

I won't question why so many have died

My prayers have made it through yeah

Cause with all these things we do

It don't matter when I'm coming home

And with all that we've been through

After all this time I'm coming home to you.

By R.M.Barry

 

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