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PART FOUR!!! MWAHAHAHA!
The End of Heartache
Band: Murderdolls
Shipper: Joey/Acey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, possible romance
Warnings: Self harm, references to drugs.
Chapter: Four: You Are The End of Everything
You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I’m gonna be sick and it’s your fault
This is the end of everything
You are the end of everything
I haven’t slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker
This is the end of everything
You are the end of everything
“What do you mean you had no choice?” Joey asked, suddenly stumped. Acey sighed and turned away.
I don’t want to talk about it, Joey,” Acey muttered, his hand entangling in his hair. Joey’s eyes narrowed.
“Tell me,” Joey demanded in a deadly soft voice, his eyes shooting venom. Acey’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
Shallow skin, I can paint with pain
I mark the trails on my arms with your disdain
Everyday it’s the same - I love, you hate
But I guess I don’t care any more...
Fix my problems with the blade
While my eyes turn from blue to gray
God, the worst thing happened to me today
But I guess I don’t care anymore...
“You can’t demand I tell you!” Acey shot back. Joey sighed and sat back on his bed.
“Fine then, don’t tell me,” Joey muttered, letting his head fall into his hands. When he bent forward, a shot of pain interrupted his consciousness, and he hissed in through his teeth. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“What?” Acey quipped, quite aware of Joey’s sounds of pain.
You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I’m gonna be sick and it’s your fault
This is the end of everything
You are the end of everything
I haven’t slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker
This is the end of everything
You are the end of everything
“Back spasm,” Joey lied, praying he hadn’t opened the wound when he sat. Knowing my luck, it did, he thought bitterly.
“Sure,” Acey replied, unbelieving.
“You don’t tell me something, I won’t tell you something,” Joey shot back.
My flaws are the only thing left that’s pure
Can’t really live, can’t really endure
Everything I see reminds me of her
God I wish I didn’t care anymore
The more I touch, the less I feel
I’m lying to myself that it’s not real
Why is everybody making such a big fucking deal?
I’m never gonna care anymore
“Do you really want to know?” Acey asked, with a sigh. Joey looked at him.
“Yes,” he replied, wincing as he felt blood trickle down the inside of his thigh and another spasm of pain shooting through him. He wouldn’t be able to hide this for long.
“My mother had a heart attack and I had to go to her funeral,” Acey said softly. Joey’s stomach dropped. He suddenly felt foolish and regretted being angry with Acey and immediately directed that wrath now at himself.
What the hell am I doing?
Is there anyone left in my life?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Anybody want to tell me I’m fine?
Where the hell am I going?
Do I even need a reason to hide?
I am only betrayed
I am only conditioned to die
Joey looked down. “I-I’m sorry Acey,” he muttered, tears springing to his eyes. “I-I didn’t know.”
“Joey, it’s okay!” Acey replied, but Joey’s head snapped up, tears in his eyes.
“You’re just saying that,” Joey shot. “It’s not okay…I was being selfish…” his voice faded as his eyes retreated back to his hands. The bottom of his hand was stained red. Acey noticed this and gasped.
“Joey! You’re bleeding!” Acey half-shouted.
Joey looked at him. “So?” he asked, fighting tears. His voice was cold and unfeeling; when in truth he had too many emotions.
Acey’s jaw dropped. “Joey! What…?” he began, but his voice died in his throat as Joey looked away, tears beginning their path down his face. “Oh Joey…” Acey touched Joey’s shoulder, but the diminutive man pulled away fiercely, glaring at his friend with bloodshot icy eyes.
“Don’t fucking touch me and don’t act like you fucking care!” Joey shouted, his voice choking and faltering with sobs.
“Joey! I do care!” Acey protested, trying to touch his friend again. He, again, pulled away.
“NO!” Joey screamed, pulling himself so far off balance he fell to the floor, in a fetal position, sobs racking his body,
Acey felt helpless. He knelt beside Joey, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder. He tried to pull away, but the sobs and tears pulled energy out of him. Acey saw the blood stain on the carpet and his brows knit together.
“Joey? What did you do?” Acey asked gently. Joey pulled away an inch or two. “Joey, please?”
“An old habit,” Joey responded in a cold voice. Acey went silent.
“Joey…” Acey’s voice held desperation as he pulled his small friend closer. Joey didn’t fight this time. He knew it was futile to resist Acey. In the end, his friend could get him to do anything he asked. That thought made the tears come flooding back.
because I love you, Kim...
The End of Heartache
Band: Murderdolls
Shipper: Joey/Acey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, possible romance
Warnings: Self harm, references to drugs.
Chapter: Four: You Are The End of Everything
You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I’m gonna be sick and it’s your fault
This is the end of everything
You are the end of everything
I haven’t slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker
This is the end of everything
You are the end of everything
“What do you mean you had no choice?” Joey asked, suddenly stumped. Acey sighed and turned away.
I don’t want to talk about it, Joey,” Acey muttered, his hand entangling in his hair. Joey’s eyes narrowed.
“Tell me,” Joey demanded in a deadly soft voice, his eyes shooting venom. Acey’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
Shallow skin, I can paint with pain
I mark the trails on my arms with your disdain
Everyday it’s the same - I love, you hate
But I guess I don’t care any more...
Fix my problems with the blade
While my eyes turn from blue to gray
God, the worst thing happened to me today
But I guess I don’t care anymore...
“You can’t demand I tell you!” Acey shot back. Joey sighed and sat back on his bed.
“Fine then, don’t tell me,” Joey muttered, letting his head fall into his hands. When he bent forward, a shot of pain interrupted his consciousness, and he hissed in through his teeth. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“What?” Acey quipped, quite aware of Joey’s sounds of pain.
You are wrong, fucked, and overrated
I think I’m gonna be sick and it’s your fault
This is the end of everything
You are the end of everything
I haven’t slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker
This is the end of everything
You are the end of everything
“Back spasm,” Joey lied, praying he hadn’t opened the wound when he sat. Knowing my luck, it did, he thought bitterly.
“Sure,” Acey replied, unbelieving.
“You don’t tell me something, I won’t tell you something,” Joey shot back.
My flaws are the only thing left that’s pure
Can’t really live, can’t really endure
Everything I see reminds me of her
God I wish I didn’t care anymore
The more I touch, the less I feel
I’m lying to myself that it’s not real
Why is everybody making such a big fucking deal?
I’m never gonna care anymore
“Do you really want to know?” Acey asked, with a sigh. Joey looked at him.
“Yes,” he replied, wincing as he felt blood trickle down the inside of his thigh and another spasm of pain shooting through him. He wouldn’t be able to hide this for long.
“My mother had a heart attack and I had to go to her funeral,” Acey said softly. Joey’s stomach dropped. He suddenly felt foolish and regretted being angry with Acey and immediately directed that wrath now at himself.
What the hell am I doing?
Is there anyone left in my life?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Anybody want to tell me I’m fine?
Where the hell am I going?
Do I even need a reason to hide?
I am only betrayed
I am only conditioned to die
Joey looked down. “I-I’m sorry Acey,” he muttered, tears springing to his eyes. “I-I didn’t know.”
“Joey, it’s okay!” Acey replied, but Joey’s head snapped up, tears in his eyes.
“You’re just saying that,” Joey shot. “It’s not okay…I was being selfish…” his voice faded as his eyes retreated back to his hands. The bottom of his hand was stained red. Acey noticed this and gasped.
“Joey! You’re bleeding!” Acey half-shouted.
Joey looked at him. “So?” he asked, fighting tears. His voice was cold and unfeeling; when in truth he had too many emotions.
Acey’s jaw dropped. “Joey! What…?” he began, but his voice died in his throat as Joey looked away, tears beginning their path down his face. “Oh Joey…” Acey touched Joey’s shoulder, but the diminutive man pulled away fiercely, glaring at his friend with bloodshot icy eyes.
“Don’t fucking touch me and don’t act like you fucking care!” Joey shouted, his voice choking and faltering with sobs.
“Joey! I do care!” Acey protested, trying to touch his friend again. He, again, pulled away.
“NO!” Joey screamed, pulling himself so far off balance he fell to the floor, in a fetal position, sobs racking his body,
Acey felt helpless. He knelt beside Joey, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder. He tried to pull away, but the sobs and tears pulled energy out of him. Acey saw the blood stain on the carpet and his brows knit together.
“Joey? What did you do?” Acey asked gently. Joey pulled away an inch or two. “Joey, please?”
“An old habit,” Joey responded in a cold voice. Acey went silent.
“Joey…” Acey’s voice held desperation as he pulled his small friend closer. Joey didn’t fight this time. He knew it was futile to resist Acey. In the end, his friend could get him to do anything he asked. That thought made the tears come flooding back.
because I love you, Kim...