Death bed

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Well, I was drawing an insperation for a fic of mine
before going to bed, couldn`t sleep, and this poem/fic
(po-a-fic) just screamed out from the picture, so I
wrote it down. I amaised myself! and it`s my first
COMPLETED fic!

Yeah, I know, I have to say this:
Disclaimer: I don`t own Jonny or Jessie, Han.&Bar. do.
I`m not making any money off of this. In fact, I`m not
making any money at all. So please don`t sue me for
you won`t get a penny out of me.
Category:angs, jjhr
Enjoy!

Authors notes: It`s from Jessie`s point of view and
the one with her is Jonny.

Category: JJ/HR, Angst
Rating:

Deathbed by Willie Berdin

Blood.

Life.

I`m lying in a pool of my own blood.
I know I`m going to die.

Do you know why?

Because he`s here.
He`s with me .
He`s telling me to hold on,
That I can make it,
That I will.
He lies.
I know.
He knows.
His tears tell the truth.
I smile and choke my tears.
But they continue to flow,
No matter how hard I try.

I know I`m going to die.

I asked God to send me an angle.
And here he is.
Holding me.
Telling me not to leave,
That he loves me.
I wish I could say something.
Do something.
But I can`t.
Most of my life is seeping on the pavement.
I`m too weak to do anything.

He says: I love you! again.

"I love you"

That`s the only thing.
Of all the things he said,
It`s the only thing that`s true.

Love

I understand it now.
It`s not about getting married,
Or having a boyfriend.
It doesn`t represent huggs,
Or kisses.
It`s about how important someone is to you.
It represents how much you care about them.

I realise this as these things go on in my mind.

I love him.
I always have.
He always had.
And he knows it.
And he`s telling me this.
Not with his voice,
But with his eyes.
With his tears.
And the gentil fingers that try to sooth away my
tears.

His lips start to move without his voice.
He praying.
His tears are flowing out stronger.
He`s accepting and refusing my death,
Both at the same time.
Now with his right hand he touches his head,
His chest,
His left shoulder,
And his right shoulder.
His eyes never left mine during his silent prayer.
He`s watching me die.
He knows I will die.
He`s watching my pool of blood grow large enough to go
swimming in.
He`s so oblivious to the rest of the world.
Not that they matter at this moment.

I`m watching my angle comfort me.
I`m watching him suffer,
Not able to stand it anymore.
But he won`t suffer for long.
For,
You see,
The man who shot me is standing behind him,
Aiming for his head.

With my last ounce of strangh I grab his hand and
smile.
He smiles back and squeeses my hand with love.
The man shoots.

*BANG*...

My angle dies instantly,
Taking me with him...
to heaven.

The End