Disclaimer:
:adds another I-wish-I-owned-Orlando disclaimer:
Actually, I don't think I own anything here. I don't own Orlando, or his shower(although I'd like to be in it sometime) and I don't own Kate. I don't even own Christina, who, as you may have guessed is me. I was too lazy to pretend it was someone else by changing the name. Anyway, the reason I don't own myself is because the other day I sold my soul to the Devil for a pack of lemon ruski's. So I guess this shortie is property of the Devil too. Enjoy the Devils work.


Please Don't Leave Me

You'd think I'd have the perfect life. I'm living the American dream after all. I have all the money I’ll ever need, my dream job is a reality, and I can get any woman I want. Isn’t that every mans dream? I've seen the way men look at me, envious that I have what they want.

Then why does my life feel so empty?

I guess it all started at the LA Two Towers premiere. That's where I met Kate. She seemed pleasant enough, we chatted for a while and ended up exchanging numbers.

I didn’t get a call from her per-say, but my manager talked with hers and they ended up have the same opinion about us to be seen a couple of times as to further our careers, but in reality we were just friends. The media could make their own assumptions easily enough. The only reason I agreed was because I got some free time to spend with a attractive girl.

Pretty innocent, right?

Wrong.

I really got to know her. Not only was she beautiful, but intelligent and kind as well. A real treasure. A rose among the thorns. Call it whatever you want.

Who could've known it was just an act?

Well I didn't. I actually thought she might be the only actress not affected by Hollywood. The girl of my dreams. It was only a matter of time before a fell for her.

After a talk with my best friend Christina I decided to tell her. She told me she'd fallen for me too and we started dating exclusively. None of that Hollywood PR crap. For about a month it was pure bliss.

But then I started noticing changes in her. Just little things, she'd become more irritated with me, more snappy. She began complaining more. She also started subtly trying to convince me to open up to the media about our relationship. I didn’t really notice though, I was too much in love.

My friends did though. They kept telling me to dump her, that I could do better. I should've listened. Never let a woman get in the way of your friends.

I ended up coming to her house to surprise her last week to find her fucking some random guy. She didn’t even know his full name! I was absolutely crushed. I haven't been outside my house since.

Right now I'm sitting in the shower, fully clothed, with freezing cold water on full spray. I've been in here so long I'm completely numb. And I like it this way. This is the only way I feel like I am completely overlooked by the world around me. As if I don’t exist at all. It’s as if water is washing away all the impurities of my soul.

I notice something glint from the corner of my eye and I turn my head to see a razor left hazardously on the shower floor. I pick it up and admire its blades. The way the water trickles onto it and moves leisurely down the blades and off the side.

Have you ever felt so abandoned and depressed that no matter what you try your life will never get better? That you've been sucked so deep into a black hole that the portal is closed and you must suffer the consequences of living in a deep dark abyss of loneliness for the rest of your life? That there is nothing left in this world to live for?

I can hear my phone ringing again. I know who it is. It’s been a routine for the last week, she calls, I don’t pick up, she leaves a message telling to call her back. I feel bad for locking her out, but I don’t think I could stare into her eyes, for she was the one to tell me this would happen, that I'd end up broken and shattered for giving my heart to someone that was not worthy. I hate more than anything to upset her, but I don’t want her to see me like this.

I gaze at the razor blade again. A thought jolts through my mind and I lift the razor and gradually push it down on my wrist and then jerk it along swiftly. I almost cry out and my muscles contract but as the blood starts leaking through skin rush of adrenaline flows through me and the pain reduces to a mere sting as I feel the pain and anguish of the last few weeks start to rush out with the blood. I move to the other wrist as repeat the process, flinching in pain as the razor tears the skin to reveal more blood. Each cut makes more of the pain go away, and I don’t stop until each of my forearms are covered in slits, the blood slowly seeping out of each one and being washed down the drain by the spray of the water from the showerhead.

As I drift to and from conscience I can faintly hear a pounding noise and steps coming my way. My eyes close and once again I started drifting off into oblivion where I can finally be at peace.

"Oh my god!" A shriek jerks me awake and I look up from my sitting position to see Christina with a look of shock and panic crossing her face.

Just then I start to fully realise the course of my actions.

I’m going to die. I’m going to die. And even worse, I had hurt the one person who had always been there for me and now I had most likely scarred her for life.

I felt someone’s hand brush my face and I manage my hardest to open my eyes to see Christina look intently at me, openly crying as she turns the shower off and raps towels tightly over my forearms.

"Please don't leave me," she whispers into my ear, as she lifts me up so my back is against the wall. All my energy is gone and I droop slightly to the side. I look up at her face and I try to speak to her but nothing comes out. My vision is blurring and I can only here her voice as a tiny whisper.

"I can't live without you, please don't do this to me," I hear her as leans over and cries into my chest. Guilt falls over me and I wish beyond belief that I could take back what I’ve just done to make her happy. I can vaguely feel her grab the razor from my palm and then whisper:

"See you in Heaven soon, my love."

I close my eyes and drift off into darkness.

Oh whee! This one's awesome! I love it! With it's dream-like quality and everything at the end. It's so sweet and sad...and I think it's one of the rare short stories that have moved me this much. This is awesome Chrissy =) I love it...

Now..all you need is a banner..

Gosh, everytime I read this story it impresses me more and more!!!
They both die... its so fucking lovingly saaaaaaaaadddd!!
Darn, the goth chick in me loves this... wtf then I feel like crying?
Im cryin a lil too much lately.


You'll make me loose my reputation girl... but as long as u go on writing stories like this, I think its worth to give up my reputation! :wub:

I should stop reading sad stories right now...I'm feeling very emotional right now! But Chrissy that was beautiful, really beautiful. I love the descriotion of him sitting on the shower floor, and the razor chilled me. That was seriously amazing, I loved it...I'm too depressed right now to be all funny and hyper and stuff, but that was really awesome. :)

Jaime

:cry:

I loved it !!

It's so sad! but i loved it because a strange thing inside me that made me feel so sad, yet so... sad again ...

but i liked it !!

*Bravo!!*

luvly
andie

That bitch.


:anger:


Kate sucks.


KATE SUCKS

:ups: bitch....

Ok...I crown you, the queen of shock. Again you shock and stupify me. I am no longer able to speak coherently.

How could you let him slit his wrists????????????????????????????????? :cry2:

I'll sit by patiently now, and wait for more creativity a' la scx_stylez :smoke:

@Eve and Mena and Jaime: You guys rock hard!! I love you guys! My girls! :cry2:

@Andie: Thankies for reading! You rock too!

@Kimi: LOL! You always manage to make me laugh! I love your replies. BTW I'm in the middle of writing another shortie. Full of smut! :king:

:woot: SMUT :tsk:

:drool:

:heartbeat: :snog:

:smoke:

:yum: *ahhhh*


I'll just be as patient as possible for me...the promise of impending smut can make me behave....

hehe
xoox

Oh my God...Wow. The part where you describe him sliting his writs made me weak...it totally made me shiver, and at the end, where she takes her life too...gosh its like a modern, morbid R&J. Glorious work, m'love.

Kierra xxx :wub: