Love...? Is There Such a Thing... ?

I was really sad, depressed, and feeling unloved so I wrote this down. (I'm NOT emo.) Unlike this girl, my love didn't save me... sigh... (I'm NOT emo, everyone has days like that) You don't have to review.

I remember running from my house. I remember going to your apartment building; I went to your door and you answered. I collasped into your arms crying and cursing as you held me paitently until I stopped. You didn't ask what happened, you always seemed to know anyway, so you let me go. I told you of my fight with everyone, my pains of how my family acted. You pulled me back into your arms. I felt so loved in that moment with you, so out of breath being that close to you, then the pain, angst, misery, depression, and anger hit me again. I pushed you and your soothing words away, runnning to your room and grabbing the small gun you kept in your bottom drawer. I ran to the roof, I heard you scream after me, yelling for me to stop, to come back to you but I ran even harder.

I made it to the roof; it was raining. Perfect. Dark clouds, lighting, thunder, and rain. I slow to a walk, my heart pounding feriously and unforgivenly in my chest. I just made it to the end of the concret. I heard your fast steps coming, your breathless voice still calling my name. I turned to you, gun still in hand, tears and rain falling freely down my face. I placed the gun to my head, watching your eyes widen in horror. I'm sorry, but I can't stay here. I thought.

"No!" you yell coming in front of me as I pull the trigger and close my tear-filled eyes. I felt no pain. Weird, I thought, I wanted just a little bit of pain. I slowly open my eyes, waiting to see the Hell I'd thrown myself into but I saw you. I wasn't sposed to see you. I was dead, I knew I was. I looked to my side, your hand was tightly gripping my wrist, holding up the barrel of the gun away form me. Damn it. I thought again. The rain had stopped. Your arm, the one with the blood and scars, was around my waist. I look up into your face. At first I thought it was only rain but as I looked in those beautiful-crazy eyes of yours, I see horror, frighteness, and loss. I now know of your tears.

You murmur something, taking the gun from my grasp, throw it to the ground, and wrapped me in your arms. Once again, crushed to your chest, I listen to your too fast beating heart slow. We stand in the together for what seemed to me like a lifetime. You finally let me go and place your hand in my cheek as your sweet lips meet mine but only for a moment.

"I couldn't let you go," you start, "Do you really want to die so bad?" I just stare at you. "I love you, idiot." You smile; it's such a beautiful smile. "I don't want you to leave me. Promise you won't?"

"I love you, too." I whisper, almost unaudible. You pick me up, bridal style, and kissed me again.

"See, there is such a thing as love..."

The End

Like I said you don't have to review. I just felt like posting it. Not really much to say there. (I'm NOT depresses or emo) My friend read this and she told me I was emo (like she's one to talk; she's really emo). I'm not. I'm Goth.

Vampire Kisses and Bat Hugges Forever In Darkness, NiGht-MaRRe