I laid next to Jamison, his lifeless body still dripping with blood.
I love my prince.
My only prince.
I cocked the gun, trying to pull the trigger with it in my mouth but it jammed. "Damn." I muttered, knowing I had one chance to kill myself. His small body was in my arms. I kept him wrapped up in a blanket, the blood seeping onto the thin cloth.
"Don't worry, I'll be back." I pat his cheek, walking away and going upstairs. I brought him some clothes and started tea. His cuff was removed and I brought seats for us and a table. I dressed him and sat him down at the table. We sat across from each other and I waited for the tea. I twitched while I waited, touching Jamie's hair. So soft.
"Don't worry, my sweet prince, tea is almost ready!" I smiled, going upstairs for cups and plates. "Shit! I forgot the cake." I placed the plates on the table, with the cups. "I'll be right back sweetheart." He couldn't stay upright, so I turned the table so he'd lay against the wall.
I went to the store, buying a chocolate cake and coming back. I sat down at my seat, putting the cake on the table and getting a slice for Jamie.
"What's that?" I paused, listening to him. "Oh right, the tea!" Thank god he reminded me. I got the boiling kettle from the kitchen and placed it on a mat on the table and stared over at Jamison for a second.
"Mako, what are you doing down here? Didn't you take care of him?" I turned, frowning. It was one of my friends.
"You weren't invited, so leave!" I shouted, throwing an extra plate at the wall, which shattered to pieces. "You made me ruin all my mother's China. Shame." He looked at me weird, coming down the stairs.
"Everyone else wants you to hang out." He sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Can't you see Jamie and I are having a great time together? We don't need you!" I shoved my friend back, apologizing to Jamie.
"Mako, what's up with you? He's dead." He pointed at the pale, lifeless body. I stared at Jamie, leaning forward to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Oh geez, you're all bloody." I felt a hand touch me and I jumped. "Don't. Touch. Me." I muttered, standing up.
"Cmon, mate, you aren't like this." "You don't know me." "Please listen to me." He turned me around, hugging me. I fell into his arms, sighing.
"This isn't who you are. What if the cops catch you?" I stared at the wall, whispering something. "What are you saying?" He ran his fingers through my hair, sighing.
"The wall." I said a bit louder. "I'll keep him in the wall."
"What?! No, you have to get rid of his body in like water or something." I shook my head, getting incredibly tired all of a sudden.
"I want to keep him." I watched him slowly walk away in fear, then ran up the stairs. "Huh." I mumbled, staring at Jamie. Until just now, I never noticed he had blood running down his face. Blood rolling from the corners of his eyes. Only able to reach halfway down his face.
I'm...so...
Lonely
I'm lonely. Jamie is gone. So is my sanity. I'm so helpless. What can I do now that I have nobody? I can only do one thing.
So cold and tired. If only I could find more bullets around the house.
Yes, I found some. I only need one.
It tasted terrible with it in my mouth, but Jamie would understand what I went through to see him again.
The loud bang was unnecessary, but I'm upset. I'm still breathing. I feel the pain rush to my head. Jamie's hand was in mine.
He should understand why I did this.
I pulled the trigger again, forgetting I only put one in. I allowed myself to lay in agony, dying slowly.
Jamie will forgive me.
Yet I'm still not dead. I'm stupid and shaking.
Why am I so stupid? God I can't kill myself correctly. What if I survive this?
I don't want to live. If I survive I'll just hang myself.
I kept the gun in my mouth, trying to pull the trigger and hope there's a bullet left. Nada.
Heh, I'm so pathetic. I saw a glass bottle and my mind just thought, "smash it". You know what I did? Smashed it.
Not only did I smash it, I cut myself and tried to consume it. Instant pain.
I just keep bleeding and bleeding but I won't die.
My body was able to calm down as it started to shut down. It was only seconds before I actually died. Thank god I'm dead. My parents won't be home again, they'll never know.
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FanficHas some themes that may be considered offensive or touchy, please read at your own caution. I also write my stories super late at night or after school when I'm really tired so that's why there's a billion spelling errors but every writer has spell...