Melody Of Tears

Alternate Ending Part Two: "Mine"

I just want to thank you all for reading this and following this story to the end! I never thought anyone would actually enjoy this, it was my first shipping fanfic I've ever written. At first it started out as "word vomit", as my teacher calls it. I just typed whatever I imagined while listening to my playlist, and chapter one was born! I got a few really nice feedback messages on google plus when I had originally posted this, which inspired me to continue this. I uploaded this to wattpad after I was done with chapter 5 I believe, and look how popular this story got! I can't believe it, considering how much you all seem to like this story. Who knew a 12 year old could write something like this, eh? Anyways,  there's still a little left to this tale, I'll try and keep this going! Thank you again for all the support!

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[Oh yeah, and gore/trigger warnings for this chapter.]

  Scott sat on the floor outside of the same room that Vincent had been attacked in. It was Jeremy's room, and Jeremy was the cause of this. Scott still trembled, although he was unable to cry anymore. He just stared at the wall in front of him, thinking about everything that had happened, replaying everything in his mind. From the beginning.

The car ride home. Vincent's melody as the house was burning.
"I've got those Jetpack Blues, Just like Judy...."
The worry of taking him to the hospital. The tears that I had cried. When I lost it.
"-The kind that make June feel like September."
When they told me he wouldn't live.
"I'm the last one that you'll ever remember."
The song I sang when he was dying. When he awoke to it.
"And I'm trying to find my peace of mind, between these two white highway lines."
Taking him home. Just holding him again.
"When the city goes silent, the ringing in my ears gets violent."
When I woke up alone.
"She's in a long black coat tonight,"
Finding the locket. The misunderstanding.
"Standing in the downpour outside,"
When I had decided to die.
"Singing 'Baby Come Home' in a melody of tears,"
All the times I heard his voice. When he'd sing...
"While the rhythm of the rain keeps time."

Everything...everything since and in between. How far we've come. From me just taking him in, to sitting out here in the hallway of the hospital waiting to see if my love is dead or not. All my worries, goddammit Vincent, how long will it be before you drive me mad? Look how much of my life I've given to you, how many times you've hurt me...and I just keep crawling back. I'm helpless without you, Vince...I need you.

  Scott sat in the chair near Jeremy's bed, running a hand through his hair. He let out a shaky breath, looking at the monitors. Jeremy was stable, at least.

Scott looked down, listening to the steady ping of the machine measuring his heartbeat. He couldn't go see Vincent, nobody would even tell him if he was okay...

He looked down, tugging at his hair. This might be less stressful if he had the phone head on. All he could think of was the guilt, he might've been able to stop Mike, or if he hadn't sent Jeremy out to look for Vince...

If he hadn't been so selfish, they'd be okay. If he hadn't been so obsessed over Vincent, if he hadn't needed his love, if he wasn't so desperate, if he would've moved on...What if he hadn't come home that night? What if he'd stayed at the pizzeria while the house was burning? What if none of this happened? Where
would they be?

It would be like it used to be. Vincent would walk into the pizzeria, his usual grin, and flirtatious attitude towards me. He would walk to the office, talking in that husky tone again. I'd reject him, I wouldn't want Mike knowing the feeling I really had. Vince would be persistent, being the stubborn bastard he is. I'd try my best to not let him get to me, keeping watch on the cameras and trying to do my job. Bonnie would probably be in the hallway, I'd ignore Mike and Vincent arguing. They might get a bit psychical, I'd have to break up the fight. Vincent would start flirting again, I'd go back to work....like normal...and that's all it would be. Normal.