Dead Man Walking (Glanny Fic)

Staring out to sea, I hold the near empty bottle of vodka in my hand. I can't see straight, but that's not fucking good enough. I don't want to see at all. My stomach's turning over and over, making me want to chuck all the crap I've forced down my neck into the sea in front of me. But I want this feeling to keep going.

I'm a monster. There's nothing right about me, nothing at all. I fuck up every little thing I touch. And I think I do it on purpose. Why? I wish I could tell you. All I know is that I get a thrill out of seeing those that matter to me in pain. And that makes me sick to my stomach, but not as much as the cold truth of what I've done.

What kind of fucked up person does the shit that I've done? What kind of person let's their emotions run so far out of control that they...

I shiver in disgust and take swig of the devil's juice. I can't even feel the burning sensation as it trickles down my throat. God damn it! I throw the bottle as far as I can into the sea, wishing that what I've done would go along with it.

I go to cover my face with my hands, but then I remember what they're covered in. I heave, but hold it all in. No, Dan. You're not getting away from it that easy. Throw up now, and you'll be that little bit closer to feeling better. And you don't deserve it.

Maybe God will look down on me and strike me where I stand. Or maybe Satan will grab me by the feet and drag me straight down to hell. Either way, they're both too good a solution for the twisted fuck of a person I've become.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I could end it now. Jump off this cliff that I've found myself on the edge of. Rid the world of this plague in human form. Do it now, before I do something else...

But who am I kidding? As drunk as I am, that doesn't change the fact that I'm a coward. And coward's don't kill themselves, do they?

I open my eyes again and let the bitter tears run down my face. I take a step back, away from the easy way out, and towards the rest of my miserable existence. And to do that, I have to face what I've done.

I slowly turn my head. His body is still lay on the ground where it fell, as cold and lifeless as I remember. His blood still stains the grass, turning it crimson rather than the beautiful green I remember from the old days. And it was by my hands...

Oh Glen. I'm so sorry.

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Hi guys! Hope you haven't missed me too much! I got a bit of writers block from my third story in the Emie/Glen saga, so decided I would start a Glanny fic. Now...okay, I know what you're thinking. What a cheerful way to start up a story. But trust me, this will be worth it. I think. I hope. I don't honestly know where this is going, but I'm pretty damn excited to find out. And I can't get it to say, but this is the prologue. And I promise you that there will be romance involved. Promise. I'm going to be working on the rest of it now, so hopefully it will be updated as often as I can manage. Really hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think! Much love x