Two Is Better than one (An All Time Low FanFic)

Time Has Run Out, For Me

Charlotte

I sighed to myself as I hit the send button on the e-mail. I looked around my barely lit room for the last time.

I had no pictures of me and friends, no personal belongings I treasured, the only things I had were my posters and CD’s. Mainly All Time Low with a few You Me At Six and Paramore. I looked at all their beautiful faces and smiled a small, sad smile. My music was on shuffle and “Goodbye (I’m Sorry) – And Then I turned Seven.” Fitting, I thought to myself grimly.

Time has run out, for me.

Everything's distant and I don't know what to believe.

I popped a pill out of it’s packet and putting it into my mouth, I swallowed it down with a swig of vodka, and did it again and again.

It's so hard, lost in the world confusion.

And I need to leave, for a while.

Another pill, another swig, another pill, another swig.

Life is so meaningless, there is nothing worth a smile.

So goodbye, I'll miss you.

Another pill, another swig, another pill, another swig.

And I'm sorry, but this is my fate.

Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay.

Tears streamed down my face as I carried on, almost like a robot, pill, vodka, pill vodka. I truly had no one, no one who gave a fuck about whether I lived or died, was happy or sad, breathing or still. Alone, that was what I was.

And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long.

So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me.

I'm not worth any tears.

The only thing I’m sorry for is being here and ruining everyone else’s lives. I felt bad for the people who have ever had to see my face or hear my voice, I was wrong, I’m not worth anyone or anything.

It's been the years, of abuse.

Neglected to treat the disorder,

That controls my youth, for so long.

My thoughts wandered to my mother, the rages I would come home to, the things that would hit me, her flesh colliding with mine. Was she the reason? It doesn’t matter anymore, the fact is, I will soon be gone, ridding myself from this evil world that’s been my living nightmare for the past God knows how long.

I'm in a fleshy tomb, buried up above the ground.

It's no use, why should I hold on?

It's been five years, don't need one more.

So goodbye, life's abuse.

I was down to my last few pills and vodka, I sighed, this was it. I’d been dead inside for years now, it was about time I finished the job off. I swallowed down the last pill and vodka with satisfaction, soon, everything will be gone and I will be at peace.

I stood up and walking to the middle of my room and standing there, I wanted to show the world that I was still strong, I had fought until the very end, but this was the end.

My head was spinning as I walked, barefoot along my worn out carpet. My oversized t-shirt hung loose from my body, going down to my mid thigh.

And I'm sorry, but this my fate.

Everything is worthless, no one who wants me to stay.

And I'm sorry, but I've waited too long.

So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me.

So here's my goodbye, no one will cry over me.

I'm not worth any tears.

I stood there,  soaking in my last few moments on this earth, before I felt my eyes droop and everything went black.