Other Fan Fiction ❯ Cemetery Drive ❯ The Story ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

This night, walk the dead...
It all started that night when we decided to go for a 'walk' in the local cemetery.

In the solitary style , crash the cemetery gates... in the dress your husband hates...
Well we didn't crash the gates, we morely jumped over them. I ripped my jeans even moe. Its not like it mattered. It would just piss my father off even more. He hated what I wore... he hated me all together.

Way down... mark the grave...
You led me down to a grave. Some guy named Donald Wy ws buried there. On the grave stone was a itched in cross. I looked at you and raised an eyebrow. You just smirked and put your hand into the hollow of a huge oak tree beside it, pulling out two bottles of... something.

Where the search lights find us drinking by the mouslem doors...
Thats right, I got snapped by my parents drinking one of the bottles of tequila while you had dashed off to the toilets. They were so pissed.

And they found you on the bathroom floor....
I couldn't believ my eyes when we saw you. You were sprawled out on the grimy floor, face paler then before. Your cause of death was obvious. We all saw the syringe by your arm.

I miss you, I miss you, so far... and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard...
As I'm sitting at your funeral, I do miss you. So much that it hurts. I can almost feel your kiss on my lips. God, I'm gonna miss you....

Back home, off the run....
Its weeks later and I'm back at home. I've been staying at my grandmother's house in Florida. I realized during my stay here, I couldn't run away from the fact you were gone...I had to do something to deal with it.

Singing songs that make you slit your wrist....
I turned on one of those songs you wrote..one of the songs that make you cry for no reason. As it played its haunting music,, I picked up the razor, pull back my jacket sleeve, and make one strike. Blood dribbled down my arm and mixed with my tears.

It isn't that much fun... staring down a loaded gun...
I keep having those dreams. Where I'm sitting in a huge white room with nothing else but table and a gun. I slowly pick up the gun, look down the barrel and pull.

Well, I won't stop dying, won't stop lying, if you want I'll keep on crying....
1.Night after night I have those dreams, and I waake up scared. I have to lie to my parents about why I'm having trouble sleeping. Its all you...your doing this to me! Do you want me to be miserable!?

Did you get what you deserve? Is this what you always want me for?
I feel terrible... because... I'm starting to think you deserved to die. You weren't the best person... did you only want me because I gave you attention no one else would?

I miss you, I miss you, so far and the collision of your kiss, that made it so hard...
No, it can't be true because I do miss you. And so do your parents.. even your band mates.

Way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, way down, I miss you, I miss you so far, and the collision of your kiss, that made it so hard, where will I miss you I miss you, so far, and the collision of your kiss that made it so hard....
Where will I miss you? Where /won't/ I miss you?

Way down, Way down, Way down, Way down, Way don, Way down, Way down, Way down, Way down, Way down....
Thats where you are... way down in the ground. Maybe one day that dream of a loaded gun will come true and I'll be way down, too.