Kiss of Death- Dave Mustaine Fanfiction

You're Living in the Golden Years

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind
Can't ease this pain, so easily
When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day
And it makes me want to cry, and throw my hands up to the skySo understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
Face up, make your stand
And realize you're living in the golden years - Iron Maiden

While we were sitting at the dinner table the silence seemed like it couldn't be broken. The awkwardness in the room could've been sliced with a butter knife it was that thick. You, your sister, and I could sense it as well. I think it was messing with me the most. Even though our hands were still intertwined under the table my hand was sweating and jittery while yours was still firm and unaffected. It wasn't until mother coughed that broke the silence at the table.

"So," My mother said all too kindly. "what are your children's accolades Ms.Mustaine?" Her sly, yet still obnoxious attitude could be detected on the Richter Scale. Her smugness was practically unbearable and inescapable. 

Your mother looked like she was put on the spot a bit and seemed a tad bit uncomfortable if not completely. You and your sister raised your eyebrow in confusion and befuddlement while I continued to shake in my seat. 

"Well my Dave plays guitar." Your mother stated all too calmly and nonchalantly.

"Oh how lovely." Mother states with a sarcastic twang in her voice.

The silence within the dining room ensued again as we all continued eating supper. I'm only assuming you and your family just overlooked that jab my mother was making towards all of you. However it wasn't until she yet again disrupted dinner to make conversation.

"So, Ms. Mustaine," This gaining all of our attention. "Why does your son think it's acceptable to be disrespectful to his elders?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about Ms.Augsburg."

Mother sighed then continued with her rant. "Well to be quite frank Ms.Mustaine it is quite obvious that your child have no home training or rearing. It's almost quite revolting how your children appear and act." She declared with this holier than though complex seeping through her voice into her hazardous words.

You and your mother only seemed to glare at mine  until you broke the ice. "Well, I'm sorry that my lifestyle conflicts with your shallow, bourgeoisie, materialistic life. Maybe if you let Pamina live a little maybe she wouldn't be trembling from your gaze."

Everything became tense once more until my mother  instantly stood up from the table and stomped over to you. 

"How Dare you talk to me like that you delinquent! My child is infinitely better than you! What are you known for?! Being a drug-induced child with no academics!  My child-"

"Your child is living under a dictatorship ran by you. Piss off, bitch!" I gasped unable to properly process what just happened. It wasn't until I felt you pulling me away by the wrist towards the door that I realized what just happened.

'Holy shit! I just ditched my mother and house guests in the middle of dinner.'

You pulled me outside of the house away from the rest of the neighborhood and into the woods that stood adjacent from the small community.

We sat down on the ground of the woods getting my church dress dirty and getting your casual jeans and red flannel dirty as well. I felt so alive being so rebellious with you. Of course a small part of my mind kept nagging me and nagging me telling me to turn back and apologize to my mother for my behavior hoping for a less severe and harsh punishment. However, I had to face the facts.

 I loved you aesthetic , I loved your spunk, I loved your attitude, I love you. I had to face up, and make my stand. I couldn't just stay in the shadow of my mother just nodding my head with my tail in between my legs. You screamed rebellion and edge and I wanted a part of it.

I immediately climbed into your lap and embraced you firmly not letting you shift away from me. I planted a kiss onto you lips as you looked up towards me shocked and confused by my actions. 

"Thank you" I told you straightly. "Thank you for letting me be with you, and for not leaving me behind." 

You then raised your right hand and put it behind my head and began to pet my head comb through my hair.

"Thank you for coming with me." You replied sincerely.

For the rest of the night we stayed in the woods under the stars as the world seemed to leave us behind allowing us to live and coexist within our own personal bubble.

As we sat there dazing off under the the night sky I only thought about how much I have you on my mind. One thing we both have in common is that we can never find the right words to say. Before I met you it was hard to make it through to another day. You made me realize that I was wasting my time searching for my golden years, or searching from some sort of happiness in the form of my home life. 

As I through my hands up into the sky gazing at my shadowed figure and then flicking my view back over to you laid back and sleepy figure I began to silently tear up and cry. It wasn't for a bad reason either like it usually was. It was for my newfound freedom and liberation. I realized that I was living in the golden years.