Hollywood Undead One-Shots

His Diary

(Jorel)
I walked back into the mess of our house. Hell, I can't even call it that anymore. I stepped in farther, looking around. Looking at the wall, where the broken mirror was, and then looking at his desk where it all went down.

[2 Hours Earlier]

I saw him sitting at his little desk, writing in his little journal. I have always been curious about what he writes in there, it's always been bugging me. I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder "whatcha writin there babe?" I asked him. He put his arm over the journal "it's n-nothing..." he quietly stuttered out.

I huffed at him and rolled my eyes "you never let me read it, why?" I asked. He only scowled at me and continued writing. I knealt down in front of his desk and poked his arm. He looked up at me and sighed "leave me alone Jay" he sighed.

I rolled my eyes and walked off. I don't understand why he won't let me look in it? I just want to know what he writes.

What if he's writing about me? What is he writing about? Are the mean? Does he write down his thoughts? Is he depressed is that why he writes? Is he cheating?

So many thoughts were going through my head at once that I didn't even notice that he was talking to me, I looked up at him "what?" I said. He sighed at me "you always do this, you never pay attention babe, I don't understand why can't you just look at me and listen for five minutes!" He said with his arms flailing. I stood up and walked off, usually when he does that I walk off so he can calm down.

I went to our room and I heard crashing and screams, I flinched slightly before I heard more crashing and glass breaking. I sighed and held my face in my hands, he never does this. I'm guessing it was important.

I soon heard the door slam and I jumped. I got up and rushed out the door and saw him running across the street. I looked to my left and saw a car speeding "BABE WATCH OUT!" I yelled, but it was too late. He gotten hit and the driver sped off.

I called 9-1-1 and waited for them to take him to the hospital. Once the paramedics came they said that he had several broken bones and they were going to take him to the hospital, I nodded my head and I walked back into the house.

[Now]

I walk over to the desk and caress my hand over his gold and silver notebook, in neat cursive was his name Daniel Murillo. I sighed and picked up the notebook, I opened it slowly and saw drawings with small explanations on the backs of the drawings. There was one with a wolf and a lion, I smiled and looked at the back page.

A lion meets a wolf, soon become attached.
We never left eachothers side.
I love you Jorel, my wolf.