high school

"thank you," I said as I pulled the black guitar out and I got my pick and played "famous last words"


"I am not afraid to keep on living,
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
but honey if you stay I'll be forgiven,
and nothin you can say will keep me goin home,"

I sang to Nicole, but many people gathered near us, just to listen to my song.
"heh," I mumbled as I slung the guitar over my back , then I kissed Nicole on the lips, once I broke it, I finally said, "anyone with a request?"

 

"There seems to be a lot of them around. It doesn't make sense. I...I'm sorry about your parents."

 

I sat there blushing....I loved that he sang to me...but it just gave me bad memories... I stood up and walked away, crying...-

 

"h-huh?" I ran after her past the screaming "fans" i guess you could say...and past everyone else, my guitar slung over my back and suddenly vanished, then appeared in front of Nicole, "What's wrong?" I asked.

 

"It's getting a little too crowded for my liking." said Clint, "Let's go Jules."

 

"Definitely. I feel we're kind of in the way here. Lets go outside."

 

"Yeah. That sounds like a good idea." he said. They went outside and he realized they were still holding hands. He blushed.

 

"guys, come here, she needs us, all of us." I said looking into Nicole's eyes.

 

"I thought we were in the way a bit. I mean you guys could use some private time. We won't be far away."

 

"Exactly!" he said, agreeing with Jules. "If you need us, just give us a call!"

 

"Yeah. Here's my mobile number. You guys need some time together."

 

"I'd give you my number, but I don't have a phone." he said.

 

I had come to school, bloodied and all, the murderer tried to kill me, but I killed him first, I had blood everywhere, my face had blood streaming as if I was crying blood.


ooc: got notice that im leavin this after-noon!!!w00t!!!

 

"OH MY GOD!" shouted Clint, seeing Christian covered in blood. "CHRISTIAN! ARE YOU OKAY!?" Clint ran over to him.

 

"I-I'm fine," I said as I was barely walking, my bloody katana in hand, I finally fell down, out cold.

 

Clint picked him up and took him to the nurse.

 

When I woke up, I was still bloody on my face, because the nurse knew I liked to clean my own blood, "wh-where am I?" I asked in a curious voice. "The murderer!" I said as I suddenly jumped out of the bed, and grabbed the katana, then fell right back down.

 

"You're in the nurse's office Christian." he said. "What happened?"

 

"The murderer..."I said drowsly, as if I were drunken, "...he attacked me...almost killed me...," I continued, "...he had a gun, and shot my...shoulder...," I continued getting a stronger voice, "luckily, I jumped out of his next bullet, he shot me in the leg and arm after that...then I stabbed through his leg, but he pulled a knife, and..." he lifted his neck,"That's what happened, but then I grabbed the knife, and threw it at his fore head, and hit the target...then I cut it off, that's why I'm so bloody..."

 

"Well, at least you were able to avenge your family." he said. "Do you know who it was or why they did it?"