Random Crap My Brain Thinks Of

this one is sad

     Four years.
     He had been gone for four years, and now he had decided to creep back into her life.
     He cracked open the door into the crappy apartment they had once shared. Nothing had prepared him for the sight he saw.
     There she lay, in an almost coma-like sleep. She had given up on herself long ago. She looked almost like a skeleton, as she hadn't eaten in many days.
     He rushed over, slowly trying to wake her up. Her eyes parted slowly, as the haze of her sleep wore off. The first thing she felt was the pain.
Her stomach hurt more than anything, and her head was just as  bad.
     He attempted anything to calm her as she cried, slowly running his hand through her tangled hair. They sat there for nearly an hour, just him trying to calm her through her sobs.         
     Finally, as her cries slowly faded, he gently picked her up and carried her over to the bedroom. He sat her down as gently as possible, not wanting her pain to grow any worse. He laid down beside her, not wanting to leave her alone. He gave her a kiss as sleepyness started to overtake him. A weak smile graced the girls face as she became sleepy, knowing exactly what was to come.
     She always had been scared of dying alone.
     As morning came, the boy slowly awoke from his sleep. He immediately felt something was wrong. Her hands were much too cold. He sat up quickly, fear on his face as he tried desperately to wake the girl. But nothing could ever, or would ever, wake her.
     He cried. For hours, for days. He didn't go to her funeral. He simply vanished. Some thought he had died, but no. Not yet.
     He had simply gotten in his car, and drove. He drove for hours and hours, until his car ran out of gas. He now sits by a river bank, still mourning the loss of the girl. He just wanted to be with her again. His happiness had left him long ago, but perhaps he could find it again. With the water passing before him, he pulled the trigger on his life.

     Because happiness, as we all know, is a warm gun.

((I wrote this during a horrible time when I was deeply depressed and I think my writing kind-of reflects this. Anyway, sorry for always taking so long to update. Hope this one didn't make anyone's heart too sad))