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We Come Out At Night
By SteffiSevenfold

 



"But I'm so confused.
More so than ever, when nothing happens.
The only thing I find is that my eyes burn, as if they haven't been to rest in years.
My mind shuts down and I find myself willing sleep.
A sleep that I've never been graced with before.
And in my dreams, I see what I hope is my future."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Skin the scent of spring. Intoxicating. I can almost feel the summer breeze as I hold him.
I inhale deeply and my pale fingers grip his shirt, pulling him closer.
I lean up and press my face to his hair.
It's hair the scent of home. Warm. Comforting. I can almost smell my mother baking cookies after my
childhood school days.
I feel his thin but strong fingers comb through my hair and lightly trail across the back of my
neck.
Goosebumps raise on the surface of my skin at his very touch.
I smile down at him, my emerald eyes meeting his honey-dripping brown ones.
He places his pale hands on either side of my face and his lips twitch into a radiant smile.
I momentarily lose my breath before it comes rushing back at me.
He doesn't kiss me.
He just stares.
And behind him, I notice for the first time.
It's dark out.
. . . Night time?
I should have changed.
My skin should have rotted away like the dead.
My bones should be exposed to the world.
Did my entire universe turn upside down?
I stare unblinking out of the window and Brendon's face contorts into that of confusion and
worry.
"Zacky, what's the matter, baby?"
Am I imagining things?
Did I make up the home I've felt in his arms?
Am I even his, and if so, since when?
His pale hand reaches out and turns my face to his.
"Zee, are you okay? You look more pale than you usually do."
I throw myself out of this beautiful boy's embrace and toss my feet to the floor.
I take in my surroundings.
Brian's dormroom.
It was his when he was alive, that is.
Before I ate him from the inside out and left his gorgeous corpse for Ronnie Radke, the baddest
bitch in the zombie world.
His bed is empty, and everything looks like normal.
I stare down at my hands, flexing them, making fists, bending and unbending my elbows.
Why am I whole?
And why does life feel so perfect and beautiful and magical in Brendon's arms?
I feel the bed shift and gentle fingers touch my shoulder hesitantly.
"Zack? You're scaring me, what's wrong?"
I shake my head and look over at him, my eyes glistening in amazement, in happiness.
I turn and bury my face in his chest, feeling home and spring.
And then I see black.
For a long time, it seems.
It feels like minutes go by, and maybe they do, before I see anything. Before I feel anything.
My eyes are slow to open, and when they do, they're blinded by the sun through the window.
I throw my arm over my eyes and groan.
An overwhelming sense of sadness and depression comes over me and pushes me down into the depths of
hell.
`-----------------------------------------`

Haven't updated this since... Last...June maybe?
X~X I'm sorry.
I suck for that.
Not much to say.
Thank you sooo very much to:
Shadzlove.:.Ex&Oh.:.Haylie Jaed.:.CutieMcRev.:.Screaming Silence.:.Courtney.:.
I hope you guys waited for me ^^ <3

Rest In Great Peace, James Owen Sullivan.
Rest Easy, Matty.


 

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