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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 24, 2009 16:36:31 GMT -5
Tristan ran into his dorm and slammed the door. His face was red and his cheeks were stained with his tears. Is she really loved him, why would she kiss another guy? He sat down on the bed and leaned over to get a package from under the bed. It was a large box with foam peanuts in it. Suddenly he remembered he left his guitar in the park. Maybe Hannah would bring it over, then he would break up with her, pack up the guitar and sent it in the mail to Jenna then go and commit suicide.
He sighed. He took out a bag from the draw in the bed side table. A bag of pot. He took out a joint and a lighter. He lit it and put it in his mouth. He really hoped that he would be able to think before he had to go out for his guitar. No one would take it. He knew that much. It had his name engraved on the side. Jenna said that she loved his name, and that it only made it more special to have it.
He took a long drag from the joint. he wanted to calm down and forget about Hannah. If she came here and wanted to talk, well he wasn't going to put up with it. His heart was shattered from her. It was like she dropped it and it was glass. His glass heart in thousands of tiny pieces. At least that was what it felt like.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 24, 2009 16:54:14 GMT -5
Hannah watched as both of the guys ran away. She couldn't help but feel it was all her fault. And part of it was. She walked over and looked inside Tristan's guitar case. The guitar was still in tact thank god...
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Hannah knocked on the door with the guitar in her hand. She knew that he wouldn't want to see her so it would most likely be a while until she got this back to him. When there was no answer she knocked again but called "Tristan? Tristan are you in there? I have your guitar." She mentioned the guitar only to show Tristan she was there for a reason. She wanted to talk to him about what had happened but she knew that was going to be impossible. Hannah laid her head against the door and sighed. She turned around and looked up and down the hallways. Hoping to see someone come by. NOthing. No one was there. Not a single shred of life besides her. And she hated that.
Hannah waited outside the door impatiently. She would wait a few more minutes to see if he would answer the door. If he didn't then she would be kicking down a door. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 24, 2009 22:37:28 GMT -5
Tristan heard Hannah knock at the door. He sighed and didn't move for a moment. He stood up and looked at the door. He still had the joint in his mouth. Hearing that she had his guitar, he walked over to the door. Opening it slightly, he looked down at her. "Thanks for bring my guitar back." He said.He took his guitar case. The same case that he was to put in the box by his bed and sent it out to Germany.
He opened the door more, he took the guitar from her. He left the door open and walked back into his room. He placed the guitar case into the box. He turned back to look at her. "You can come in, I guess." He said, still with the joint in it. He didn't care at the moment if the joint with in his mouth. She yells at him, he's going to yell back. He wasn't in the mood. He blinked at her and sat down on the bed. He pulled a bag of more foam peanuts from under the bed and ripped the bag open, pouring it over the silver case.
Pulling a piece of paper out of the desk and a pen he wrote down:
Dear Jenna. 10/24
You know exactly what is in this box. You know that this is my guitar. You know why I sent it to you. Remember. I love like a sister I never had. You really deserve the guitar. Take good care of it, alright? That's all I from you. I know how much you wanted a guitar just like it, and I know that you understand me more then anyone. You know that I told you that I would sent you the guitar when I killed myself. Well, here you go.
My Guitar.
Love, Tristan
He folded the letter in half, and placed it on the top of all the foam peanuts. He looked up at her, his eyes completely dead looking. they didn't shine, they didn't hint anything. They were dead. The way he acted was like he was completely dead. Like he was dying inside. He looked back down, and climbed under the bed, and came out under the bed with a role of tape and a razor blade. He shut the box closed and taped it. He then cut the tape and threw the tape back under the bed and moved the box to his bed and sat next to it.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 25, 2009 11:09:53 GMT -5
Hannah looked at Tristan quickly and then looked at the ground. She looked back up and handed him the guitar. She was ready for him to say something about her new hair. She had recently died it blonde. She figured she'd try it, and she loved it so far. Her eyes became wide when she saw the joint in his mouth. Her mouth dropped open along with her wide eyes. She watched him as he wrote the letter. As soon as he was done she walked into the dorm. "What the Hell Tristan! Why didn't you tell me!" She yelled as she stood right in front of him.
She was swirling with rage. How could she date someone who was keeping something this huge from her. Especially when she hated drugs more then anything in the world. She felt a tear roll down her face "How the hell could you think that you could keep this from me!" She continued to yell as anger flowed through her body. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 25, 2009 11:16:54 GMT -5
Tristan looked at her, his eyes staring blankly at her. What the fuck do you mean? He said, his voice didn't even seem angry. Sure she can just walk into his room and scream at him. Doesn't matter to him at the moment, he would just kick her out and kill himself afterward, as soon as he knew that she wasn't around. He laid back on the bed, the joint sticking out of his mouth. He wasn't going to fight with her. He didn't want to. He didn't even want her here.
There is a lot of things I don't tell people. Partly cause they would never understand. He said, taking the joint out of his mouth. He pressed two fingers on the lit part of it, cutting off the air flow to it to stop it from burning. His fingers were burned now, but he didn't do anything about it. He placed it on the table and sat back up. If you came here to scream at me, go right a head. Cause I won't care. Looks to me like you have someone else that you found that's better then me. He said.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 25, 2009 11:30:42 GMT -5
Hannah stared at him. "Well there's a shock. Maybe if you actually clue people into your life then you wouldn't have to be doing all this shit." She was so pissed off. At least when she spoke now she could show him and she was really hurt for him not telling her anything about his life. "I know it would be hard, but you should've told me this in the first place."
Hannah stared at him with her mouth open. "Oh don't even bring that up. It was once, He was wearing axe and was flirting with me. And you hid this from me so we're even." Hannah wiped away the tear that had rolled down her face and continued to stare at him. She rolled her eyes and paced around the room. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 25, 2009 11:42:30 GMT -5
What if I don't like people to know? Hm? Like maybe I'll just walk around and scream YES I WILL GO KILL MYSELF!. Do you realize how strange that sounds? I'm not just going to do that. I'm not like that. Tristan said. He leaned on the box. My life is so fucked up its not even funny. So don't you yell at me about it. He said.
He stared at her. His face was still red from being broken and running all the way home. Even? EVEN? Cheating on someone then realizeing that they do drugs is not EVEN! Thats nicht einmal nahe zu sein, auch auf Drogen! He started to scream. He hated this. He hated fighting with her, and screaming at her. He didn't like to fight with anyone. He laid back down on the bed. He could feel tears in his eyes. This was the last time he would see her, and the last time that he would cry. He turned and laid down on the bed nest to the guitar box. His back turned to her, so that she wouldn't see him cry.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 25, 2009 11:55:29 GMT -5
Hannah stared at him and felt a tear roll down her face. He still hadn't noticed her blonde hair but that really didn't matter right now. She brushed her hair out of her face and yelled back. She wasn't going to take this. "Yes even! Now I find out that your suicidal! What the hell man! It's like I was going out with a complete stranger! I don't even know you! Who the hell are you!" She felt another tear fall down her face. She could tell that he was crying too. And she couldn't take it. She was just about to leave but then restrained herself. She didn't want to leave him. She loved him but he didn't want to believe that. She had convinced him otherwise. She was broken inside and most of the pieces had already fallen into her stomach and was devoured.
Hannah wiped her eyes and sat on the bed. She started to sob. She hated crying and fighting. But somehow she couldn't stop. She was so mad and broken inside that she just wanted to sit there and let it all out. Siding the fact that Tristan was right there. If they were still together, he would be comforting her right now. But she knew that would never happen again. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 25, 2009 12:06:20 GMT -5
Tristan didn't move. He opened his mouth, but closed it. He buried his face into the pillow on his bed. No one but him and Jenna knew that he was suicidal. He didn't trust anyone enough to tell them. His face was red and stained with tears. Pulling his face away from the the pillow he said, I've only ever told one person that I'm going to kill myself. So don't start screaming at me. You want to scream, you can just leave. Tristan hiccuped.
I never can trust people, cause most people just pick on me, or I don't stay around to long before moving. I only trusted Jenna cause she was the closest thing to family that i ever had. She was like my sister. I stayed with her family the longest. Only reason why I trust her cause she is just like me! He said. He hated telling people about himself. He didn't really think that they needed to know anything about him..
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 25, 2009 12:42:41 GMT -5
Hannah looked at the wall. "Ok listen, I'm sorry. I never meant for that to happen. And I know that I can't take it back. So you have every right to hate me. Every right to make me leave and to never see me again. Just remember that I still love you and I don't care if you think I don't I love you and that would never change. I love you for who you are. I'm not trying to make you hurt, or crushed but since I already have then I'm just going to go. I'm just telling you now, that if you kill yourself Im never going to forget you and remember i'm not stopping you from anything." Hannah couldn't have said anything more clam and deep in her life. Apperently the sobbing had made her realize it was all her fault and that she needed to leave...so she did.
She stood up and opened the door. She stopped for a minute but then looked back at Tristan. She didn't say anything as she turned and walked out of the dorm. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 25, 2009 12:56:42 GMT -5
Tristan laid there with his back to her for a good half an hour after she left. He was just broken. He finally moved after a while. She was gone forever, and he knew it. He hiccuped again. He turned over and reached out for a pen and another piece of paper. He stood up and walked into the bathroom. He took out a razor from the med cabinet and sat down on the floor. He took the pen and paper and wrote something down.
Hannah.
I'm sorry that I didn't tell you anything. I'm sorry. I really am. I love you more then anything in the world. I'm just sorry that I wasn't right for you at all. I love you though, so please don't forget me. Can you do me one favor after reading this though? Please take the box on the bed to the post office. I have filled out everything for the address and everything so don't worry about that. It's my guitar for Jenna..
I love you forever.
Tristan.[/font]
He folded the paper in half and placed it next to him. He looked at the sharp razor blade now. He took a deep breath and took it up to his throat. He gulped and sighed. This was the end. He moved the razor slowly across his throat, cutting it open. His started to choke. this neck bled. He did it again, only deeper this time. He fell back, hitting his head on he floor. His eyes stared up at the ceiling and into space.
He was gone.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 25, 2009 13:03:58 GMT -5
Hannah only got to outside when she realized she should go back, She knocked on the door very loudly and said "Tristan? Tristan are you there. I just need to talk to you about something." When there was no answer she turned the door knob. It was unlocked so she walked inside. She looked at the note on the bed and read it. She read it and gasped. She suddenly smelled blood but she couldn't tell where it was coming from. She ran through the halls, his bedroom, and all that was left was the bathroom.
She opened the door only to see Tristan's dead body on the ground. She covered her mouth and held back tears. She dropped to her knees and just started sobbing. she couldn't control herself. He actually did it. He killed himself. He was gone and she couldn't bring herself to believe it. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 25, 2009 13:16:57 GMT -5
Tristan's spirit stood above his body. The ghost was smiling. He finally ended all of his pain, and suffering. He finally didn't have to be in pain, or picked on or anything. He was gone. The ghost turned as he watched Hannah come into the room where he was. She dropped down and was sobbing. Did she read what he wrote? The ghost wasn't sure exactly.
The ghost moved and sat down next to her, he put his arm around her. Though, she would never know that he was still there and haunt her for a while. He did love her. The ghost moved and with his body's blood he poked his fingure into it and wrote on the tile in front of her.
I'm still here Hannah. I love you. Ghosts can love right? The ghost looked up at her and moved back to the girl.
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 25, 2009 14:05:24 GMT -5
Hannah looked at him body and wiped away the tears and the smeared makeup. She looked on the ground as she saw Tristan's writing. 'I'm still here Hannah. I love you. Ghosts can love right?' She smiled instantly. She bit her lip and whispered. "yes they can." She thought for a minute and said "What do you want me to do with your body? Like she would know what to do with a dead body right in front of her. So she asked him. She was happy though that he was finally free from all the pain and suffering that was going on in his life.
She felt a tear roll down her face again as she stroked his head and moved the hair out of his face. She was mixed with a whole bunch of emotion that her herself couldn't even explain. She stood up and looked at the package. She made sure everything was secure and then picked it up. she walked out of the dorm, face red and happy. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 25, 2009 14:13:02 GMT -5
Tristan looked at her, then at his body. He didn't think that far. He would just have to leave it there. Someone else can pick it up and bring it to a funeral home. Cause He didn't want her to.
Tell someone maybe? And good. Cause. I love you
He wrote in blood. He smiled and watched her moved his hair out of his body's face. Maybe he shouldn't have died. Oh well. To late now. He was dead. He smiled at her as she picked up the guitar in the box. Looking down at his body, he waved it good bye and followed her. He would be following her for a while till he wanted to cross over.
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