Hollywood Undead Oneshots

Dreams and Nightmares

He felt so nice, his hips meeting mine making a giant slapping sound. I moaned out  his name as he thrusted faster and faster into me reaching that special spot. My surroundings smelt of sex and the sweet scent of sweat. He yelled out my name as his thick semen poured into my anal cavity as mine went a flow onto our chests, I was panting hard as my high was coming down from the amount of pleasure I was just put through. He looked at me, his chocolate brown eyes staring into mine as he leaned down to connect our lips together, his lips were soft and his breath smelt of nicotine and I lapped it all up as our lips caressed and moved slowly. He pulled away and moved me to lay against his chest, he gently pet my hair as I snuggled closer to him, he kissed my head and we fell asleep.

I woke up feeling cold, I turned around and remembered that I was alone, single, I felt tears well up in my eyes, he wasn't there, he never was there. I sat up knocking the three empty bottles of gin onto my floor as I left my couch to go use the bathroom. I turned the light on and went to do my business, after I washed my hands and looked into the mirror and saw my hair, once a big bundle of curls now reduced to short and straight. I did that after he got married, I just couldn't keep what made me look the same if I knew I wasn't.

  I let out a shaky sigh as tears fell, I knew I couldn't go see him like this, I knew it would draw negative attention. I threw on an old hoodie and some pants as my eyes looked over my self, I pulled those damned sleeves up to show each cut, one for every lie and dream I had. I rolled them back down and wiped my tears that were freed from my eyes, I made my way to my desk and wrote down every word I wanted to say and every feeling I couldn't take anymore. Once I wrote the perfect one I made my way towards the kitchen with my rope and a stool, everything was fast when the crunch sound was made.

(different pov)

Warmth was all I felt, it was just us, just me and my lover on a picnic. She was laughing and having a wonderful time in the sun and picking flowers, slowly pulling each petal off the bud. Her hair blowing through the wind as she giggled and blew dandelion heads into the wind, but in the back I saw a storm approaching us. At the center was a single man, my once best friend now a mere acquaintance.  The storm raged as he got closer, I felt something wet drop upon my face and went to wipe it away. Blood, it rained anto us like venomous poison as we freaked and tried to hide from it as it poured down and slowly ate away at our skin leaving burned words like "liar" and "hurting" imprinted into our skin making it ache and feel like acid.

I awoke with sweat covering me as I layed there with Anna i my arms, it was a nightmare........a horrible nightmare. I was overcome by a sense of guilt as I recalled the stormly figure from my dream, his curly hair was straight and his eyes dull. I remembered his laugh and happy self, but couldn't help but think of how he went downhill the day I said I had proposed to Anna, his bright blues went gray and his smile fell flat. He just wanted his friend back and to be happy again, I got up to get dressed, eat breakfast and kiss Anna goodbye and started to head to the studio to see everyone there but.........him.

They found him 12 days later hanging from his ceiling fan dead, his body very gently swaying, and if he wasn't hanging he would look like he was asleep. His cheeks tearstained and his lips parted ever so slightly. His friend was the one who had found him that day, he just wanted to go see how he was doing but was struck by the sight before him. They never read his note until at the funeral.

Dear Everyone,

I'm sorry I could not stay with you any longer, my time has come and I wish you all well. My purpose for breathing is gone, I've felt abandoned and left alone for so long now, every cut, every scar, was for you all. Dylan, you're the one I want to apologize the most to, for I have given you my heart without even having you know, you were my day and night. You were my dreams, but it hurts to know you never shared these same dreams, and that's why I must leave you, and it makes me sad to know you only ever thought of me as a nightmare, but to me.........you'll always be a dream come true.

~Matt