Kiss It All Better (SongFic)

AN: YUP!! A NEW SONGFIC!!!! Inspired by a new story I am reading called "Bullet" by SimplyxJess (via the dedicatone). This song fiction is nothing like her epic story at all, it just gave me an idea..an inspiration. This songfic is also less tragic and depressing as my other one. Anywaz..Enjoy! Oh! the song is "Kiss It All Better" by He is We. One of my rare fave indie bands.  

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His fellow inmates were all staring at him, pitying him. He glared right back, as the prison guards cuffed his hands and walked him to his cell. As soon as they reached it, they shoved him inside and took of the cuffs none to gently and slammed the door shut with a loud clang. He walked over to the bed and sat himself down. He hated this place. But for some reason he didn't want to leave. The sun. The sky. The breezy summer wind. The Chilli winter days. They're all memories of her. The love of his life.

He laid down on the little stiff bed, and screamed a loud, agonizing scream. Most people would think he was crazy, insane, and psychotic even. But they don't know what he been through at all. If he closes his eyes, everything will haunt him again. He grabbed the pillow from under his head and pushed on top of his eyes, closed his eyes.

He sits in his cell,

And he lays on his bed.

Covers his head and closes his eyes

They were on a road trip. Two very in love nineteen year olds planning to have the time of their life. He kept feeling the velvet box in his pocket; he thought he should bring the ring along and wait for the perfect moment to ask her. She was the most beautiful girl in his eyes, even while her hair was all over and windblown because of the open cover on the old convertible. She looked at him and smiled, her eyes shined with happiness. The car started to make a funny sound.

"The gas tank is almost empty," she pointed at the needle in front of him.                    

"Just our luck, there's a gas station on the next turn", he said looking over at the map on his side.

They continued driving with the country song playing on the radio on full volume. Their fingers interlaced in the middle of their seats, right next to the gear stick.

When they turned into the gas station they saw a large black SUV idling in front of the gas bar, they both looked at each other and shrugged. They both got out, leaving the car on so the music could still play. He took the pump and started filling the tank, while she walked started cleaning the windshield.

Everything was normal until a loud gunshot could be heard. They both looked at each other with wide eyes. Loud sirens were blaring from not far away. The gas station clerk probably had time to press the panic button before he was most likely shot. He quickly pulled out the pump and put it back. He ran towards her grabbing her and trying to push her into the car, when a guy came out of the little bar. Being the good man I was taught to be, I yelled out at him.

"Oi! You! Stop right there!"

The man did stop. He turned around facing them. He held a large bag full of wads of cash and a black pistol in the other hand. 

He sees a smoking gun,

And the coward he ran.

And in his arms is the bleeding

Love of his life.

He sees the smoke from the shiny black pistol before he hears the shot.