kiss it better ↠ e.g.d

08

"...now he sits behind prison bars
twenty-five to life and she's not in
his arms. he couldn't bring her back
with a bullet to the heart in the back
of the man who tore his world apart..."

He laid in his cells bed, sighing softly. One more day wasted here all because he shot his girlfriends killer. In his head, it seemed fair. Some random guy killed his lover, the only one he needed, so he killed him.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair and he looked around. The same boring cell walls that were that ugly off white color. He shook his head and looked down at his feet, beginning to think. 

His seemed to be trapped in his thoughts, no matter what he did. He could be asleep and somehow Annie would make her way into his dreams. He didn't want this anymore. He couldn't have her, she was gone and he was stuck in here and nothing could change that. He hated that. He hated knowing Annie was gone, his heart craved for her. 

He would think about it, why Annie was killed and it never made sense. She was that amazing person everyone loved. Straight A's all through school, never spoke badly about someone or disobeyed her parents. She was polite to everyone she met, so why did someone kill her? He thought at first maybe it was accident, that the guy was trying to aim for someone else but the guy was in direct aim of Annie. He shot her perfectly; her heart. And seeing his girlfriend die, it felt like he too had just been shot in the heart. 

He remembers the day he decided he what he needed to do. It wasn't too long after Annie was killed, the police hadn't found the guy because he ran but Ethan found him. He was in town walking when he saw him, he would know this guy from anywhere. He felt in his coat, the gun was there. He kept a gun because he was so paranoid now. In a split second, the gun was in his hand and the man was face down on the ground, bleeding. 

Ethan remained there the whole time and he cooperated with the police, he didn't fight when they arrested him. He just didn't care anymore; Annie was gone.. there was no reason to care. 

He felt empty, very empty. He didn't seem to care anymore, he didn't actually care anymore. He didn't care if he was alive. Least if he was dead he would see Annie again and hopefully feel something.

He remembered growing up; in school one year in a class, they had to do a project on depression. He learned that people with depression feel like they have no purpose or self worth, and that they don't feel anything but at the same time they feel sad. He learned the reasons why people became depressed. He was depressed because of the love of his life being killed, she was his everything. He focused his life on her, his life was her and too quickly she was taken away. 

He had to live with that. She was gone and he was here; but being here felt better than being in the world without his girlfriend. 

[Make sure to favorite and comment if you liked this! Sorry if it's short, next chapter will be longer.. I promise. Sadly, the story will be over soon since it is based off a song and the song is almost done. I have a plot twist for you guys xx Love you]