You Never Said Forever Could Ever Hurt Like This

The Death Song

Hi all! Sorry this one took so long. Okay, so in this chapter I'm going to ask you to imagine that Katy Perry never wrote 'Thinking Of You' and that Jessie is writing it in this chapter. You may want to listen to it whilst listening reading this chapter also...I found it encapsulated everything pretty well. That said, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Chapter 11 – The Death Song

Jessie’s eyes were blurred with tears as she tried to put how she felt down on paper. She’d barely slept for two weeks because of how she was feeling…it was eating her up inside. She’d started with a random drum beat and had gotten really carried away. She’d home recorded a backing track with her brother’s drum kit, her keyboard and guitar... she was just having trouble with the lyrics.

She leant back in her chair as she remembered the events that had lead her here.

~Flashback~

Jessie gazed longingly at Marilyn across the room, her eyes widening when he looked up at her with an amused, satisfied smirk. She looked away, brushing imaginary lint off her clothes in an attempt to disguise her rising blush as he stood and made his way over to her.

She squealed as he picked her up, carrying her over his shoulder as he walked from the lounge room to his bedroom. He stopped and she felt herself fall backwards; landing on his bed with a light thud.

“What was tha-” Jessie’s words turned to uncontrollable fits of giggling laughter as Marilyn  tickled her mercilessly. “Stop!” Jessie laughed, breathless. She looked up at him, only now noticing how close he was. “S-stop…” she breathed as his hands ceased their tickling and moved up to cradle her face.

He smiled, “This? Or my tickling you?”

Jessie blushed but smiled back as her hands found their way to his hair; whispering against his lips softly between kisses. “The tickling…”

~End flashback~

As more memories came back to her, Jessie began to write; her tears now flowing freely in a mixture of pain and love.

‘Comparisons are easily done

Once you've had a taste of perfection

Like an apple hanging from a tree

I picked the ripest one

I still got the seed’

~Flashback~

“You have to overcome this fear some time!” Marilyn nearly shouted. “How else are you going to be with anybody?!”

“Oh, so forcing me to do something I’m frightened of is your way of ‘treating’ me? Hmm?” Jessie glared back at him. “Classical conditioning methods ain’t gonna work on me, mate!”

“Don’t put words in my mouth!” Marilyn shouted. “Either tell me what happened so I can at least try and help you deal with it, or get over it.”

“Just like everybody else.” Jessie murmured, somewhat dejectedly, eyes brimming with tears, making his heart break. “Well, telling me to listen coz it’s worked each time before won’t work this time.” Jessie walked towards his front door. “Goodbye, Marilyn.”

~End flashback~

‘You said move on

Where do I go?