| They Say Heaven's Perfect By Purple People Eater OK. I hope this doesn�t really suck. This is gonna be really hard to write, so be nice in your reviews. **************************************************************************** ********* Heaven. Why heaven? What�s there that isn�t here? It�s supposed to be perfect there. All the great food, great looks great everything. But you said you wanted me. Did I do something? I mean, why would you? You always had outrageous ideas. But to think that heaven could be better than what we had here is a bit more than usual. Just last night you said you didn�t know how anything could be better than what we have. It was as close to perfect as possible. And then I walked into the kitchen�I remember it all so clearly. It�s like a picture carved into my memory. ***Flashback*** I walk into the kitchen for breakfast. In my weariness, I trip over something. A big something. I look down to see you. You are laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. Your wrists are slit. There is a knife laying on the ground beside you. There is also a note. I pick it up slowly and read it. It is very short. It reads: They say heaven is perfect. I drop the note and let out a piercing cry of grief and despair. I fall to the ground in tears. ***End Flashback*** I still have the knife. It�s sitting right in front of me, in fact. Still drenched in your blood. Still slippery from my tears. I pick it up and look at it. It�s so beautiful. Beautiful yet deadly. I am filled with a mixture of rage at it for being what you died by, and a certain reverence because it was the last thing you touched. The blood on it is beginning to dry now. The intense crimson is turning to a dull brown. Not at all like my grief. It is still that crimson, and probably will be for the rest of my days. But I can handle that, right? I don�t think so. The dagger glitters invitingly as I turn the blade. My wrist looks so pale. The blood would be so pretty against it. Your blood mixed with mine. My hand, trembling, brings the knife to my wrists. I stop suddenly and put it down. There is one thing I must do first. I walk over to you slowly. I fold your hands and put them on your chest. You look so pale, yet so peaceful. My heart aches with longing for you. I kiss your cold lips softly. I walk over to where the knife lays and pick it up. I take a deep breath and plunge it into my skin. I think it will be excruciatingly painful. I am partly right. The pain is there. But with it is a certain feeling of peace. I take my bleeding hand and cut my other wrist, making the cut very deep. I sink slowly to the floor, the pain intensifying. However, I feel at peace. I look over at you. I now understand why your face looks so calm. With the last of my strength I open my mouth and whisper. �I�ll be with you again soon, love.� As the last of my life leaves my body, I faintly whisper one last thing. �They say heaven is perfect�� **************************************************************************** Send your reviews to Purple People Eater here. |