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Lay Me Down

A/n: I am very unhealthily obsessed with Lay Me Down atm. I don't even understand why, because my emotions can't take it. So, therefore, let's incorperate the lyrics in a one shot, shall we? Okay.

Hope y'all enjoy!

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Yes, I do, I believe that one day I will be where I was, right there, next to you.

I looked at the lifeless body in the casket in front of me, feeling to numb to cry. People all around were sniffling, asking if I'll be okay. Truth be told I don't know if I will.

"Mitch, are you okay?" Kirstie asked in a concerned tone. I sighed, turning to face her tear stained face.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry." She nodded and turned back to Connie to talk. I would've, but I wanted to spend the last few seconds I had with Scott, with him. Dead or alive.

And its hard, these days just seem so dark. The moon and the stars are nothing without you.

"Come on, you can't just sulk all day. You have to do something." I've heard those words one too many times. I would do something, but I honestly don't want to.

"Uh, no thanks. Go have fun. I'll be fine." I heard her huff before she said an annoyed 'bye' and hung up.

I understood that people were constantly annoyed with me. I'm just waiting for them to give up.

Your touch, your skin, where do I begin? No words can explain the way I'm missing you.

I opened another bottle and took a large drink of the clear liquid inside.

I'm not proud of what I've resorted too, nor is anyone else. I gave up, and so did others. I don't know why I tried as long as I did really. I could've given up way earlier.

I miss him. Really badly. Being alone is awful, and I don't want anyone else. I want him. Only him, and I want all of him.

I want to feel him touch me again, I want to feel his skin against mine, I want him to hold me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, but I'll never have that again. Ever.

The night, the emptiness, this hole that I'm inside. These tears, they tell there own story.

Darkness surrounded me. Laying in bed is more of a thing for me than walking.

I shifted my legs so the were against my chest, my arms wrapped around them.

A felt my eyes begin to water for the third time tonight, though I wouldn't cry. I couldn't.

I don't want to be weak. I'm not going to be considered weak ever again.

Told me not to cry when you were gone, but the feeling's overwhelming. Its much too strong.

The razor cut into my skin effortlessly. I can't take it. I can't exept the fact that Scott Hoying, my best friend and fiance, is dead. He can't be.

We had plans. So many. We were going to get married that spring, have a family, grow old together. And all that is ruined.

I removed myself from the ground and wobbled to the tub before plugging the drain and filling it.

I stripped my shirt from my body, wincing when my wrist hit noticable ribs. After successfully getting all my clothes off, I stepped into the warm water.

It amazed me as the clear water turned crimson, my vision blurring and not long after going black.

Can I lay by your side? Next to you, next to you. And make sure your alright, I'll take care of you.

Hi Scott, I'm glad I'm with you again.

You seemed very happy to see me, but you weren't happy to learn how I went.

Did you hear the buried me next to you? I'm by your side for eternity. I'll make sure your alright, we'll take care of each other, we'll have everything we wanted.

I love you.