A Fantasy

This is a short story that I wrote about loosing you love.

Our love was something special. Somethng unreal. Something totally amazing. He was my knight in shinning armor, only in a darker sense. His name was James, he was 6 feet, 151 pounds(all muscle) and emo. He always wore a pair of skinny jeans and a band
T. My favs, were his Alesana T, and his faded red, ripped skinnies. He would do his make up out ragous sometimes, and I thought that it was totally hot. I remember that this one time he put on red eyeliner so thick, and then painted his nails a sparkly red. He looked adorable. But then...He killed himself. With the razor blade. We both were cutters, and promised each other that we would never go too far. But I remember that day at lunch when he was talking about how all the idiots at our school wouldn't stop their on slaught of emo jokes. He was so sick and tired of it,we both were. Then I got the call the next day saying that he had committed suiicde. I ran over there as fast as I could and up to his room. I fell to my knees as I realized it was really him, laying there in a pool of blood, with a razor and note by his side. It was then that I realized that my fantasy had died.

Author's Note

Good and Bad comments are welcomed. Hope you enjoy

Reviews

[Call Me Blu]

I NEED MORE!!! This is really really good, and I wish that you would expand a little bit more though, give us a description of the girl, maybe describe them on a whirlwind romantic date or something

[Nathan C. hayman]

Your very creative. The story is very dark it lost me a moment then I found it enjoying.