A/N: The fact its like the video is completely coincidental. I actually came up with it while playing Call of Duty on the Wii and listening to MCR. Oh and please don't hate me. There's two versions of this story. This is the Sad Ending, the Happy Ending was written first BUT my lameass laptop closed it without saving >.< *************************
I never, said I'd lie and wait forever If I did we'd be together now I can't always just forget her But she could try
Omaha Beach 1944 The boat ride was bumpy, many of the soldiers around me were hanging over the side, suffering from seas sickness. Myself? I was scared shitless. I’d signed up for the army thinking it would be an adventure but, at 17, all I wanted to do now was go home to my mom and curl up in a ball. I missed my family, mom, dad, Molly. But most of all I missed Brian, my lover. We’re the first boat to come into landing and, in my gut, I have a very bad feeling about this. There are no Germans anywhere, the beach is deserted. So, naturally, we’re told to storm it. Stupid pricks.
At the end of the world Or whether the last thing I see You are Never coming home Never coming home Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever ever...
Pittsburgh 1944 I sit here in my apartment, silently praying my golden boy will be alright. Heaven only knows what he was thinking when he signed up but, then again, I probably would have done the same if I was his age. But I’ve heard of all the fatalities so far due to this war. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that makes me think Justin’s not coming home. No Brian, you can’t think like that. He’s coming home to you and Gus. Speaking of Gus, I best check up on him. I wander through to his room and smile lovingly at the toddler in the crib, he looks so much like Lindsay it’s untrue. But he’s mine and Justin’s. Our baby boy. Our future. Justin’s reason to survive this horror.
Ever... Get the feeling that you're never All alone and I remember now At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies She dies
Omaha Beach 1944 We’ve just landed on the sand, everyone looks so fucking scared. My azure eyes rest on my friend, a Private called Ethan Gold. We grew up together and he was there when I signed up. It was really because of him I did it. That’s one of the main reasons why Brian hates him so much. “GO GO GO!” Suddenly I just feel ill. My boots hit off the sand as we all run, bullets whizzing past us, my friends falling beside me. I spot a barricade and duck behind it, looking behind me. The water is red, the battle had already affected those who hadn’t even landed yet. Ethan looks over at me and nods, clutching his gun and running forward. Then its all in slow motion. The explosion which meets my ears causing me to wince and duck down. There’s something slimy on my shoulder so I crack open an eye, it looks like an intestine. Ethan’s intestine. Gagging, I throw up on the sand, another soldier, Cody, rubbing my back.
At the end of the world Or whether the last thing I see You are Never coming home Never coming home Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me Never coming home Never coming home Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
Pittsburgh 1944 It’s been a month since he left. Gus is getting so fucking big. I’ve tried to encourage his artistic abilities so he can make his poppa proud. To be truthful, it’s mainly only so every time I look at him I’ll always remember him, no matter what happens. My best friend’s here, looking after me. He was the surrogate brother to Justin and he was devastated that he’d signed up. Mikey would have been called but he was to frail in the Army’s eyes. I couldn’t do it because I was seen as a single father. Christ! Why did the bloody British have to drag us into their war? Curse the Germans. My friend Melanie’s parents were in a concentration camp because of them. I’d managed to save her from that horror. Lifting Gus out the crib, I cling to him, tears soaking my cheeks.
If I fall... If I fall... Down Wooooooooaaaaaahhhhh
Omaha Beach 1944 We’re moving forward, so I’m running, Cody by my side. We’re joined by Chris, I went to school with him. We’d never really been friends until it turned out we had to work together. Now it’s not like we have much choice. I hear Cody screaming my name, my head turning to him as a bullet rips through my chest, causing me to stumble backwards onto my behind. There’s chaos as Cody (who’d sworn to Brian, on pain of castration, he’d bring me back in one piece) runs to get the field medic, one of Brian’s friends Emmett. He’d been looking after my cuts and bruises since I was young, he knew my allergies. A cough escaped my lips as they tried to staunch the bloody wound. It hurt like a motherfucker, pained groans escaping my lips. “We need to get him to the field hospital over there!” I hear being yelled and I think to myself, whoever thought of erecting a hospital tent on a battlefield behind a cliff must have been high or drunk at the time. But here I am, allowing myself to be dragged across the sand towards said tent, a trail of blood being left behind me. We pass a few of the soldiers my age whom I’d befriended and they’re all watching me with horrified eyes. The tent smells exactly like a real hospital, absolutely gross. And, to prove my point, I manage to puke on the floor before they lug me onto a bed. My eyes are closed, even though I knew if I opened them, I wouldn’t be able to see straight and I hiss as iodine is poured on the wound, “HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING CHRIST AND ALL THAT IS HOLY TO FUCKING CUNTY HELL!” I screamed, arching off the bed as the tongs are embedded in my chest to remove the bullet, “Justin, you’ll be fine, I promise. You’re going to go home…” I know that voice. “Lindsay…”
At the end of the world Or whether the last thing I see You are Never coming home Never coming home Never coming home Never coming home
Pittsburgh 1944 I get home from work and there’s a telegram for me from the Army. My heart stops as I almost drop my briefcase, all color draining from my face. Biting back tears, I open it with shaky hands, reading it over. It’s as if someone suddenly hit the pause button as time stops and my heart breaks. I let a sob pass my lips, the letter dropping from my hands as I run out the apartment, trying to get as far away from it as I can go. My baby’s gone, his wound was too fatal. Never again will I see his Sunshine smile, hear him scream my name in pleasure. He won’t be able to watch his son growing up. Neither will Lindsay, the place she was stationed was bombed.
And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me Never coming home Never coming home Could I.... Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
Pittsburgh Cemetery 1945 It’s been a year since he left me and I always make sure to come see him everyday. He’s buried under the willow tree beside Lindsay. Cody told me he was already dead by the time the bomb dropped. I lost my two best friends on the one day. “Where to start…I miss you so much. Why the fuck did you leave? No, rather, why the fuck did you sign up? What possessed you to do something as fucking stupid!?” I’m half screaming at the headstone, tears coursing down my cheeks. Gus clings to my side as I sigh, “Go on Gus…” My son bites his lip, resembling Justin so much, which of course, brings a fresh flow of tears, “Poppa, I miss you. When are you coming home? I drew some nice pictures for you today. Daddy hasn’t been the same. He doesn’t smile anymore. Why won’t he smile poppa, make him smile!” I look away, how could I tell a young child his poppa’s never coming home? Taking Gus’ hand I smile at the grave, “Well Justin, I’ll see you around…” **************** It’s common knowledge to all members of the community that when Brian Kinney finally died, aged 78, he too was buried beside his lover and best friend so they would be together, even in death.
For all the ghosts that are never gonna..…
******************** Song: “Ghost of You” by My Chemical Romance