Sequel: Bombshells and Buttercups ›
When I Go Out I Want To Go Out On A Chariot Of Fire
Introduction
“Please don’t go!” he begged, I didn’t move a muscle or divert my gaze from the dirty concert floor for the fears I may cry, his voice was weak as he begged.
“Peter… Pete,” I whispered “please doesn’t do this its supposed to be goodbye.” My throat was dry and hardly let the words form.
He pulled up his red hood on his hoodie before sinking into the shadow hiding from the group of kids that passed by.
“They aren’t teenies you know,” I said looking at him for the first time he shrugged. I kicked a pebble it flew out onto the road glancing up at the night sky.
“Do you remember when we met,” he laughed. Of course I did
“Yeah,” a small smile crept across my lips.
“You were a spaz,” he laughed, I shot evils at him and he just laughed harder smiling
“Fuck you Pete!” his laughter dried up as our smiles faded
“At least there were some good times hang on to them for me please.” He nodded looking away from me. Silence hangs around us for a moment as we stood on that Chicago street corner,
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. Tears formed in my eyes as he said it, I looked back down at the floor.
“Its okay,” his lips moved to say it again I sniffed “seriously its fine, forget about it. Forget about me.”
I turned to walk away but hesitated
“Can I at least get a hug before you disappear from the living?” he muttered. I stepped up and he held me tight, and once again I felt safe, but it doesn’t matter how safe I feel in his arms I had to go.
I turned to walk away once again, “Chris, Chris please Stacey.” he shouted my name at me but I had to fight off the need to turn and run back to him. Tears brew in my eyes and feel down my face taking most my eyeliner with them. I couldn’t hesitate again, each step I took away made it harder.
“Please don’t go, I need you.” I heard him say behind me.
The same blonde haired blue eyed guy sat waiting in the van for me, I quietly climbed in then slammed the door loudly.
This is my story and it needs to be told. All I was is gone all that stands now is who I am and walking away I feel my once beating heart freeze, but it had to be done.
My life knowing him wasn’t all you’d think it’s cracked up to be, they aren’t all that either.
“Peter… Pete,” I whispered “please doesn’t do this its supposed to be goodbye.” My throat was dry and hardly let the words form.
He pulled up his red hood on his hoodie before sinking into the shadow hiding from the group of kids that passed by.
“They aren’t teenies you know,” I said looking at him for the first time he shrugged. I kicked a pebble it flew out onto the road glancing up at the night sky.
“Do you remember when we met,” he laughed. Of course I did
“Yeah,” a small smile crept across my lips.
“You were a spaz,” he laughed, I shot evils at him and he just laughed harder smiling
“Fuck you Pete!” his laughter dried up as our smiles faded
“At least there were some good times hang on to them for me please.” He nodded looking away from me. Silence hangs around us for a moment as we stood on that Chicago street corner,
“I’m sorry.” He whispered. Tears formed in my eyes as he said it, I looked back down at the floor.
“Its okay,” his lips moved to say it again I sniffed “seriously its fine, forget about it. Forget about me.”
I turned to walk away but hesitated
“Can I at least get a hug before you disappear from the living?” he muttered. I stepped up and he held me tight, and once again I felt safe, but it doesn’t matter how safe I feel in his arms I had to go.
I turned to walk away once again, “Chris, Chris please Stacey.” he shouted my name at me but I had to fight off the need to turn and run back to him. Tears brew in my eyes and feel down my face taking most my eyeliner with them. I couldn’t hesitate again, each step I took away made it harder.
“Please don’t go, I need you.” I heard him say behind me.
The same blonde haired blue eyed guy sat waiting in the van for me, I quietly climbed in then slammed the door loudly.
This is my story and it needs to be told. All I was is gone all that stands now is who I am and walking away I feel my once beating heart freeze, but it had to be done.
My life knowing him wasn’t all you’d think it’s cracked up to be, they aren’t all that either.