Drop The Dagger And Lather The Blood On Your Hands, Romeo, chapter 1
...He dropped the dagger, his hands stained red and covered in blood. He looked down at her corpse. Her white dress, now splattered with blood. Her skin drained of color, now white as snow. Her eyes shut with black streaks running down her cheeks...
Gerard was happy. Happy for the first time in a long time. He had finally found love. True love. Her name was Juliette. She was beautiful and everything he had ever dreamed of. She had long, wavy auburn, dark brown hair, emerald green eyes and fair skin. They met while Gerard's band My Chemical Romance was on tour. Gerard was in a club with Mikey and Alicia when he first saw her. Things just got better in life for Gerard from the moment he laid eyes on Juliette.
It's been a year since he's known her. They're happily together. It was a stormy, cold winter day when Gerard asked her to be his wife; his eternal lover, till death do they part. One night, they were lying in bed. Juliette was quiet.
"What's wrong, love?" Gerard asked as he sat up and turned on the light.
"Oh, nothing..." Juliette replied "...Just thinking"
"I see. About what?" Gerard leaned closer and kissed her cheek.
"Us. Our future...our wedding." she said as she nuzzled her head between his head and his shoulder.
Juliette awoke the next morning to find no one in the bed with her. She got up and put on her long white silk robe. She walked down the hallway. The tile floor was cold on her bare feet. She walked into the kitchen, Gerard wasn't there. Coffee was made, maybe he had gone out somewhere.
"Gerard!" Juliette called "Oh, where is he?!" she picked up the phone and called his cell phone. She heard it ringing upstairs. Wherever he was, he obviously did not have his phone with him. An hour later, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Juliette said
"Hi, Juliette..." it was Gerard.
"Gerard! Where are you?" Juliette asked sounding quite worried.
"I'm...at the studio," he replied hesitantly.
"Okay...well, don't be too late coming home. I-I love you," she said quietly.
"I...love you too," Gerard said and then hung up.
Gerard came home passed mid-night and crashed on the couch. He was drunk. A former alchoholic who had been sober for a year and a half, now drunk on the couch.
"Gerard..why?" Juliette asked as she knelt down beside the couch. He sat up and looked at her with rage in his eyes. He got up off the couch and staggered into the kitched and grabbed a knife.
"G-Gerard...w-what are you doing?" Juliette's voice was shaky. He staggered toward her, she backed away. She ran out into the backyard; he followed her. He put the knife to her chest and stabbed her. She collapsed beside the pond. Her blood escaped her body and formed a pool around her. With her last gasping breath she quietly said "I still love you..." and then she closed her eyes and drifted off to join The Black Parade; death.
He dropped the dagger and knelt down beside her. His hands were stained red and covered in her blood. He looked down at her beautiful corpse. Her white dress, now splattered with blood. Her skin drained of color, now white as snow. Her eyes shut with black streaks running down her cheeks. A single tear ran down his face as he sobered up and realized what he had done. He glanced down at the knife and took his own life. He fell down beside her, his hand on hers and their corpses lay together for the final time as her engagement ring glistened in the moonlight.
Gerard was happy. Happy for the first time in a long time. He had finally found love. True love. Her name was Juliette. She was beautiful and everything he had ever dreamed of. She had long, wavy auburn, dark brown hair, emerald green eyes and fair skin. They met while Gerard's band My Chemical Romance was on tour. Gerard was in a club with Mikey and Alicia when he first saw her. Things just got better in life for Gerard from the moment he laid eyes on Juliette.
It's been a year since he's known her. They're happily together. It was a stormy, cold winter day when Gerard asked her to be his wife; his eternal lover, till death do they part. One night, they were lying in bed. Juliette was quiet.
"What's wrong, love?" Gerard asked as he sat up and turned on the light.
"Oh, nothing..." Juliette replied "...Just thinking"
"I see. About what?" Gerard leaned closer and kissed her cheek.
"Us. Our future...our wedding." she said as she nuzzled her head between his head and his shoulder.
Juliette awoke the next morning to find no one in the bed with her. She got up and put on her long white silk robe. She walked down the hallway. The tile floor was cold on her bare feet. She walked into the kitchen, Gerard wasn't there. Coffee was made, maybe he had gone out somewhere.
"Gerard!" Juliette called "Oh, where is he?!" she picked up the phone and called his cell phone. She heard it ringing upstairs. Wherever he was, he obviously did not have his phone with him. An hour later, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Juliette said
"Hi, Juliette..." it was Gerard.
"Gerard! Where are you?" Juliette asked sounding quite worried.
"I'm...at the studio," he replied hesitantly.
"Okay...well, don't be too late coming home. I-I love you," she said quietly.
"I...love you too," Gerard said and then hung up.
Gerard came home passed mid-night and crashed on the couch. He was drunk. A former alchoholic who had been sober for a year and a half, now drunk on the couch.
"Gerard..why?" Juliette asked as she knelt down beside the couch. He sat up and looked at her with rage in his eyes. He got up off the couch and staggered into the kitched and grabbed a knife.
"G-Gerard...w-what are you doing?" Juliette's voice was shaky. He staggered toward her, she backed away. She ran out into the backyard; he followed her. He put the knife to her chest and stabbed her. She collapsed beside the pond. Her blood escaped her body and formed a pool around her. With her last gasping breath she quietly said "I still love you..." and then she closed her eyes and drifted off to join The Black Parade; death.
He dropped the dagger and knelt down beside her. His hands were stained red and covered in her blood. He looked down at her beautiful corpse. Her white dress, now splattered with blood. Her skin drained of color, now white as snow. Her eyes shut with black streaks running down her cheeks. A single tear ran down his face as he sobered up and realized what he had done. He glanced down at the knife and took his own life. He fell down beside her, his hand on hers and their corpses lay together for the final time as her engagement ring glistened in the moonlight.
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