The Devil's Angel // Sheriarty AU

• Chapter 7 •

Listen to the song whilst reading :)

Stay Alive.

This place will do.

It's secret.

It's quiet.

It's what I want at this moment in time.

I don't want to be around people. I want to be alone. Alone with my thoughts. And regrets.

Im on top of St Bart's hospital. I found it kind of ironic - I'm on top of a place where people get better, yet here I am, dying.

I place my hand into my coat pocket and I take hold of the large object that sat sinisterly in there, waiting for this moment.

A gun.

I look at it lying there in my hands. This is how I want to go. I want to go by the gun that I used to kill Sebastian.

It's only fitting this way.

It could only be this gun. It could only be this way. I find it sort of poetic in a way, or at least very Shakespearean. I always used to love to read Shakespeare. He was a great inspiration. He used literature that changed lives, that changed mine. It's only fitting that I die in a very Shakespearean way.

"Don't do it." I hear a familiar voice sound from behind me. Sherlock. He came back. I turn around to be faced with his pale blue eyes, filled to the brim with tears.

"I can't lose you Jim." He shakes his head slowly, almost wishing that the scene in front of him was unreal. I looked at him with pity on my face, as I tilt my head to the side. He knows that I must do this.

"This is the only thing to keep me sane Sherlock." My voice quivering in mid sentence. Sherlock walks quickly towards me and grabs my shoulders, the tears all but flowing down his cheeks.

"This can't happen. This can't be real. Just stop Jim stop. Please. You're the only thing that's keeping me sane. That's keeping me alive Jim. Don't leave me here alone. Stay alive. Stay alive for me. You will die, but now your life is free, take pride in what is sure to die. (Had to add in the tøp lyrics ;))" He whispers in pain, his eyes never leaving mine. He sounds like he's in so much pain. He says all those things but he's with John. Hes just a liar.

I stare into his eyes a little longer and Sherlock's grip on my shoulders begins to loosen. He drops his hands by his side's completely, thinking that he has won me over.

"I'm not leaving you alone Sherlock." Sherlock all but sighs with relief at my comment, and begins to wipe the tears from his cheeks away.

"I'm sure you and John will live happily ever after."

Bang!

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I stare in horror at the scene like its in slow motion. the gun enters his mouth and he pulls the trigger without any hesitation.

His body falls slowly to the floor, the gun gripped in his left hand, and his eyes lifeless. He doesn't look peaceful so I'm not going to tell myself that he does. His eyes are open and cloudy, his head is wide open where the bullet went through and blood soaks the concrete slabs on the roof. He looks like he's still in pain. Like he will never forgive himself. And he won't.

I remember telling him once a rule about angels. ' an angel can only die if they choose to die '.

Like I said before, I don't want to live without him. He was different. He was the only reason that I wanted to live.

I walk to the end of the roof, and I stand on the edge of it. I look down to see all of the normal people, walking around and getting on with their everyday lives. They would never understand. I inhale a deep breath.

And I fly.

I fly to my death.

Hey guys. Ugh depressing fanfics am i right? Well, I hope you enjoyed this incredibly depressing fanfic.

I don't own the twenty-one pilots lyrics, they belong to beautiful Tyler Joseph ;)

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-darcie