nekromantic

Lisa told me not to put it into my body. She said she'd done it before and it nearly killed her. She said she cared too much for me to walk away. She looked so beautiful last night. Her hair was still wet from the rain. Her lips still stained from her last meal. The tears in her clothes matched the rips in my mind. She said we could never be together. It would be to dangerous and too hard. But, I can't take it anymore. We could be one; running the streets together. It would be easier as a pair, I said, less chance for problems. Nothing I could say would change her mind. Perhaps actions speak louder than words.

I didn't even feel the needle enter my vein. The liquid felt so warm. It crept through my arm and into my heart. I began to sweat and couldn't stop my heavy breathing. Each contraction of my heart brought pain to my brain. --------

The door slammed open and she stepped in. She looked so magnificent. One strand of hair cut her face in half. Her clothes were so tight that each tear revealed large portions or her glistening skin. Somehow she had healed her wounds. She walked towards me, mouth agape at what I had done. She knelt down in front of me and held my head. She said she'd make all the pain go away tonight and her lips touched mine. One passionate kiss was the only thing I felt before the gun barrel was pressed against my temple. The shot ripped through my skull and left me conscious enough to see the solitary tear fall from her face. The darkness was creeping in on me slowly and I could see the gun creeping into her mouth. I couldn't say the words, but she knew I loved her.