I'm standing on a rooftop. It's three AM. The calming, autumn breeze slightly shifts my hair on occasion as I stare out at the street. Not many cars are passing through, but every once in awhile I see one. I wonder what they're doing up at this hour. I wonder what I'm doing up at this hour. I turn to my left and take a drag off of my cigarette, smiling at the sight of my love. He's standing there, smoking, and smiling back at me. He leans over and kisses my cheek, then grabs his skateboard. He starts to skate around on the roof, and I watch him for a second before turning back to the road. My ears suspected correctly, there was a car crash. The driver lies halfway through the windshield, his car wrapped almost completely around the telephone pole he had just struck. Out of pure instinct, I put my hand over my mouth. I see something blinking on te ground next to him, which I can only assume to be a phone. I hear my boyfriend call my name. I turn around, and I see something I never could have imagined.
I see him with his ex girlfriend. They're kissing, and every once in awhile, he glances over to see that I'm watching. I refuse to watch, but I can't move. My body's frozen in shock, and I can't seem to slam my eyelids shut, even to blink. Mouth agape, eyes wide open, just frozen. I try to move my head, but no matter how hard I try, my body won't let me look away. They stop kissing, and he puts his arm around her. Suddenly, a child comes around from behind the girl. The child looks strikingly similar to him, and I can't help but think it's his. I scream, "How could you?" over and over, or at least try. My vocal cords seem to be drowned in the now strengthening wind. I feel my throat go hoarse with screaming, so I stop. Then, I'm thrown into the worst part of this whole situation.
He charges for me, but she grabs his arm and pulls him back. She stabs him in the chest with a knife I had never noticed before. He falls to the ground, repeating the same two words: "I'm sorry." He can't take his eyes off me as he slowly fades away. The child starts laughing, and she charges for me with the knife. I realize I can't back away any farther. I'm pinned, I'm trapped. I do the only thing I could think to do: jump. I turn and lift myself over the ledge. I stare at the car crash victim as I fall, slight traces of Miracles in December flooding my ears. I get closer to the victim, and I realize the victim is my boyfriend. I look at the phone, and I see my face with hearts surrounding it. The song reaches its climax, and I wake up right as I hit the ground.
I sit up, panting heavily. I claw at my throat, trying to gasp for air that I can't seem to find. I check my phone to see he'd called me multiple times. I call him back, and she answers. "I'm sorry honey, but he's mine now." I drop the phone, forgetting to hang up. I feel tears stream down my cheeks as I reach for my medication. I go to take my daily dosage of two pills, but don't stop until I hit forty. I call him back, and this time he answers. I tell him I'm sorry for wasting his time, and I mention I'm unsure of when the pills will work. He remains silent for a second, then I hear a slight quiver in his voice as he screams. Then I hear a gunshot, and he tells me he'll be right over. I don't remember hanging up the phone. I suddenly fall to the floor, and the last thing I remember is the door to my bedroom opening as my field of vision fades to black.
I wake up in what I presume to be a hospital room. I stand up and walk over to the window. It's pitch black outside. I turn around, and suddenly the walls bleed black. I slowly slide down the wall on my back until I'm on my butt. I watch the walls fade to black and ash grey, then I suddenly fall backwards. I realize then the wall behind me had disappeared as well. I see a white figure before me, and it's unmistakably him. I stand and run to him, and he hugs me and kisses me one last time before I realize that I'm dead. I wonder why he's here too, then I realize it's a figment of my imagination as he starts fading away again. I've found my Hell, and in it, I've found a sort of peace I'd never felt before. I smile as I drop to my knees, tears staining my cheeks with red. I start laughing maniacally as the flames begin to rise around me. I've found my home.
