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And there’s Frank. Lying on the bed. Peacefully. Splayed out on the bed. Tangled in the sheets. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Oblivious to his surrounds. Surroundings that should be safe. That he should trust. But I am betraying that trust. Why because I love him. I can’t look at his face when I do it. I can’t its bad enough I’m doing it at all. But he has to die. I have to die. So we can be together. I flip him over gently. He moans my name softly. Tears slide down my cheeks. I pull the trigger. The report is suffocating. I put the gun to my own head before I have time to think. Pull the trigger. All I see is red. No pain. No fear. No feeling at all. Just a sea of red. I wake up.

Well I tried
One more night
One more night
Well I’m laughing out, crying out, laughing out loud
I tried, well I tried, well I tried,
‘Cause I tried, but I lied
I lied
I tried
I tried
I tried, well

“Gerard no. Gerard I love you. Please. No. You shouldn’t do this. This isn’t right. Please. You love me Gerard. YOU FUCKING LOVE ME PLEASE NO! GERARD!!!”

“Shhhhh. I know baby.” I press the knife to his lips. “I know. I love you. That’s why I’m doing this. So we can be together. I love you Frank. Don’t you ever forget that.”

And with that. I lose my shit.

All control. Lost. Forever.

And we’ll love again, we’ll laugh again
We’ll cry again, and we’ll dance again
And it’s better off this way
So much better off this way
I can’t clean the blood off the sheets in my bed
And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we’re all dead now

Stab. In the heart. Check for pulse. Found one? No. Remove knife. Put it to throat. Guns are for sissies. Slice.

The devil doesn't know they meaning of the words "fair", "deal", or "promise".

Nor would he care if he did.

Total: 11 months + 15 days since the accident = #1,000 souls. And 1 ticket to hell.

The End.