"Don't mess with me, for I am Saint Jimmy!", chapter 5

FIVE YEARS LATER

"Jimmy don't!" Whatsername yelled. I stood on the Golden Gate bridge, gun in hand. I was done. My life sucked, I couldn't continue with it. "Jimmy...please...get down." I looked back at her. She was on her knees sobbing hysterically into her hands. I loved her. It was true, but she would be better without me. I raised the gun to my head. "NO!" I heard her get up and start running my way. "JIMMY I'M PREGNANT!" BANG!

Whatsernames POV

"No...no..." I sobbed. With the strength I had left, I pulled myself up and looked down. Jimmy's life-less body barely floating. "I love you Jimmy." I placed my limp hand on my two month pregnant stomach. I wiped away some tears but more just kept falling.

---Funeral---

JOS's POV

As I approached the cemetary, I realized no one was here. I shrugged and continued walking. In the distance, I saw a girl. Whatsername. Her ratty hair was straightened and tucked neatly behind her ears. She was wearing a black dress that stopped just below her knees. The straps were thin and skinny. I walked up to her and placed my pale hand on her shoulder. She turned to me and forced a smile. I looked down at his tombstone.

James Andrew Holt
1988-2006

I shook my head, "They shoulda put St. Jimmy on it." She chuckled. I smiled and reached into my pocket. I pulled out the crumbled peice of paper. The song I'd written for Jimmy. "What's that?" She asked. I unrolled it and recited it:

"[Part 1: The death of St. Jimmy]

My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a glow of light
The St. Jimmy is the spark in the night
Bearing gifts and trust
The fixture in the city of lust
What the hell's your name?
What's your pleasure and what's your pain?
Do you dream to much?
Do you think what you need is a crutch?
In the crowd of pain. St. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says "we're fucked up"
But we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame

Jimmy died today

He blew his brains out into the bay
In the state of mind it's my own private suicide."

I looked up when I was done. Her eyes were watery. She hugged her tightly. When she let go, I taped the note to the stone. "Bye Jimmy." We walked back to our cars together.

THE END
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