Love Like Killers [Jamison Covington] [One Shot]

Silently, I bent the metallic razor held between my two small hands, staring at it with reluctance. Why did it have to happen again? Only this time it was worse. Despite the fact how many people told me it was going to be fine, it wasn't. It was never going to be fine, because the misery plays over and over again in my life, like a broken record.
Every fucking day, I hear the same constant screaming going on down in the basement. Then the sound of beer bottles and wine glasses clattering, a thud that pounded against the concrete floor following. It happened every night, and the anguish was harder to bear with as each day passed painfully by. I couldn't take my mother and her temporary boyfriend fighting all the time, it was just too much.
I looked around my dark room, trying to find anything that could pull me out of my suicidal thoughts. But to no avail. The pain in my legs started to surge through me more from all the running I was doing, as I thought more and more about me cutting myself until there was no skin left. Call me a pansy for running away from my problems, it's not like it matters anymore.
Frusturated, I jolted off of my bed after hearing the continuous thud sounding against the floor, throwing down the sharp object onto the soft blue comforter. I paced around my small, cluttered room, pulling at my short, black and neon green hair as I screamed my lungs out simultaneously. In attempt to scream them out until they bled. Tears started to corner at my eyes as I pulled harder, my voice becoming raspy with each passing second.
The yelling coming from down in the basement entered my ears, exasperation started to devour me. Trying to refrain from screeching, I grinded my teeth against my lower lip, feeling blood seep through with such pressure I was putting on myself. I walked over to the mirror hung on the wall, staring intently into those blue and grey eyes that I hated ever so much. Body taking over mind, my hand balled up into a fist, colliding with the reflecting glass, the mirror shattering everywhere.
I peeled my hand off of the wall, my knuckles seeping with blood. Suddenly, I heard a soft thud coming from behind me. Quickly, I turned around on my heels, seeing the closest person I had down on the floor. He swiftly regained his composure from jumping through the window, jolting up to his feet and staring at me with his beautiful, brown eyes. "Lindsey," He whispered, seeing make-up trailed down his thin cheeks. "Please don't do this," The love of my life - Jamison Covington cried, his sleek black mop falling into his thin face.
He knew what was going on. Earlier I ran to his house, telling him my future plan and abruptly ran back home, without letting him utter a word on how he felt about my decision. "Darling, this isn't the way out." His words dripped with desperation and plea.
Body taking over mind once again, I pushed my body into his, giving him an openmouthed kiss. He reacted immediately, bringing his two hands to the sides of my head, knotting his fingerless glove-covered hands into my black and neon green locks. We shuffled over to my bed, without breaking the kiss and fell down on the mattress. Our lips seperated reluctantly and I rested my forehead on his, smiling weakly. "Die with me," I whispered, my breath falling over his face.
His eyes widened in horror. "What?" Jamison hissed, his eyes trembling with tears. "Sweetheart, it's not time for us to die yet," He whispered, his graceful breath falling over my face, making me close my eyes for a split second. "We haven't even started living yet. We're only eighteen, there's so much more we have left to live for," He said, making a lot of sense when I thought about it.
"You don't know what I'm fucking going through," I whispered, saline threatening to fall from my weak eyes again. "I have to go through the same thing, over and over again, Jamison," I cried, sitting up on his middle. "This is fucking bullshit."
"Darling," Jamison sighed, running his fingers through his black hair. I gave him a pleading expression, wanting to let him know that I wanted to get out of here - and fast. Sighing, he looked around the room and adjusted his eyes back on me, he smiled weakly and nodded slowly. Suddenly, he brought his long hand to the back of my neck, pulling me down to brush his lips against mine tenderly. I felt his other hand snake down to the hem of my tight red shirt, tugging on it teasingly.
Smiling into the kiss, I let him pull up my shirt, our lips seperating for a split second so he could pull it over my head. I brought my small hands to his button-up black shirt, undoing each button quickly and sliding the shirt off of his muscular frame. "You think this is the right thing to do?" He asked quietly as we broke away from each others lips, switching positions so he was now hovering over me. Smiling sadly, I nodded, pressing my lips onto his again.
I felt him smile into the kiss, and also felt his curious fingers touch the button of my tight black jeans, slipping them off of my skinny legs swiftly. "I love you," Jamison whispered as we broke away and I slipped off his light blue, ripped-up jeans. His comment made my smile grow wider, pulling him down to my mouth again. I heard the screaming from downstairs become all the more apparent as I kissed Jamison, I instinctively feeling around the bed comforter for the razor to kill us both.
"Ready for this?" I asked, showing the sharp object in my hand. He gulped, slowly nodding afterwards. Carefully, I placed the razor between our chests, pulling his body against my hard, feeling the razor dig into my skin. Jamison screamed against my mouth, pain surging through me the more I grinded my lips against his and pulled him closer to my body, so close that it felt like I was about to morph into him.
I felt cold air rushing into my chest, realizing that a wide gash was being made from the razor and that blood was seeping out. The kiss started to become less passionate and alive as more blood started to seep through our chests, I breaking away from the kiss and looking down at our bodies which were covered in blood. I brought my lips softly back to Jamisons, smiling as death was coming for us.
I never felt more alive while I was dying with my lover.
hate to tell you, you've been broken.
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