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We're Going To Hell

What the Fuck Have You Done?

I slowly opened Jimmy’s coffin, scared that maybe – just maybe – he wouldn’t be in here, and that what Saleigh told me was true. But sure enough, as I opened the coffin, I laid my eyes on my best friend. The body was slightly decayed, but it was definitely the body of James Owen Sullivan, the drummer of Avenged Sevenfold, and the boy who was like a brother to me. I quickly closed the coffin, and walked away. I felt a little stupid, of course, for having come all this way and caused a little bit of trouble just to have what I already knew confirmed.

Then there was the though, something was wrong. If Payden and Saleigh are convinced that Jimmy’s still alive, there’s got to be something wrong.

,,,

Payden

,,,

‘I’m going to give it another week’, I kept telling myself. Another week until I went back to the apartment. I was extremely frightened to do so, but I had to make sure. I just had to check.

…and I wanted to see him again.

I know I probably sounded out of my mind, but I couldn’t deny it. No matter how evil he was, no matter how much he used me, even with the threats of him killing me, [i]I was still in love with him[/i]. Yes, I was in love with Brian, too. With all of my heart, but I couldn’t let go of Jimmy. I refused to believe he was actually this evil. Maybe he was just acting like this because he needed money to live, and knew he couldn’t be around me since he faked his death, because more people would know. That had to be it. This hurt him more than it hurt me.

There wasn’t any use getting my hopes up.

But whatever was really going on, I’ve given Jimmy more than enough money, and he’ll more than likely leave me alone now, and we’ll all be safe. I won’t ever have to think about this again. I won’t have to worry every time I leave the house. I won’t have to turn on all the lights when I walk around the apartment, even in the daytime. This has all got me paranoid.

I got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around me. I went to the sink to brush my teeth, and then dry out my hair. Brian’s dad had begged endlessly to meet me, so I agreed, not really wanting to leave the house. I threw on a dress, not something I usually wore, and straightened out my hair, and put on just a small amount of makeup. I put my stuff away, and walked to mine and Brian’s room, going to the floor of the closet where I had placed my shoes. I grabbed a simple pair of tan heels, which went well to the dark emerald of my dress.

“Ready,” Brian asked, walking into the room. I stood up and turned around, and his eyes widened, “You look…”

“Don’t remind me,” I said, walking past him.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, walking after me, “I just hope my dad doesn’t try and steal you.”

,,,

Saleigh

,,,

He was coming back, he promised. I tried to occupy myself as he was gone, but I couldn’t help but worry that maybe he wasn’t actually coming back, that he packed his stuff while I was in the shower, and lugged it to his car, and faked the whole making up scenario so that he could get out smoothly, and then never have to come back. I went to our closet at that thought, looking through his clothes. Nothing had seemed to be missing.

Or maybe I was just losing it. Something that could very well be happening. All of this was screwing with my head in a million different ways. I filled with excitement when I heard the front door open and close. I also was a little scared. What if it wasn’t Zacky? What if it was Jimmy. I went to the back of the closet, closing the doors, and looked through the slit of the two doors.

“Saleigh,” Zacky called out in a questioning tone as he entered the room. I bolted from the closet and into his arms, “Um, why were you in the closet,” he questioned.

“Because I was scared that it might be Jimmy,” I told him, feeling a whole lot more safe in his arms.

“Listen,” he said, pulling away, and dragging me to the bed, “I went to the cemetery, and I got his coffin dug up. He’s in there. He’s dead,” His words tugged at my brain. That couldn’t be true. He had be alive.

“But I [i]saw[/i] him,” I defended, “I know he’s alive.”

“Saleigh, he’s not alive, and I want you to go see a therapist,” he said, and I shook my head as tears forced their way out of my eyes.

“He’s alive, Zacky. I swear, he’s alive,” I said, and he pulled me to his chest, trying to comfort me.

“He’s dead. I promise, and nobody’s out to hurt you,” I kept trying to comfort me. Was it possible that he was really dead? It couldn’t be possible. He had made his appearance to me…then the memory came back, but this time, it was different.

[i] “I found something.” Payden said, and held the pill bottles out to me. I carefully, and hesitantly took them, looking at the label. Tape had been put over the pharmaceutical label, and R.H. had been scrawled on it. I handed Payden back a bottle and began scratching at the corner of the makeshift label. “What are you doing?” She asked, standing up and watching me.

“There’s an original label from the pharmacy under this tape.” I said, now curious as to what used to be in the bottles as I finally got the edge up so I could pull it off.

“Alright, while you do that, I’m going to go look around some other rooms,” Payden said to me. When she left, I was finally able to pull the piece of tape off, revealing one of Jimmy’s old pill bottles. I opened the cap to reveal Advil. I looked back at the label, to find that wasn’t the medicine he was prescribed. I heard the sound of the front door being slammed closed, and then I heard it lock. What was going on out there? I stood up, making my way to the bedroom door. As I hesitated to open it, Payden came in, and bashed my head in with a frying pain.[/i]

I touched my head as the memory came back, different from what I remember, yet I had a feeling that it was accurate, that it’s what really happened.

“I’ll do it,” I said, looking up at Zacky, “I’ll go to a therapist. If he’s really dead, I need to not be paranoid about him coming to kill me,” I said with confidence. My plan was to figure out if there was something wrong with Payden. I mean, I know there is, I just need to figure out what.

,,,

Zacky

,,,

I had to figure out what was going on. I had to get to the bottom of this. It had been a week since I came back home, since the doctor called me, telling me he made a mistake, and since I got Jimmy’s grave dug up. It was also the day that Saleigh started therapy. I had just dropped her off, and was going to meet up with Matt. I told him it was important, and I needed his help with something. I had been keeping a close eye on Brian’s house, lately, but I needed to keep out a closer one. I drove to Matt’s house, to see him waiting in the driveway for me. He got in the car, and I backed out.

“So, what’s so important,” he asked me.

“Payden’s under the belief that Jimmy’s still alive. She got Saleigh mixed up in all of this, and the only way I’m going to figure this out is if I keep an eye on Brian’s apartment, and man, I’m too scared to do this alone,” I told him, and I could see him looking at me, confused.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, man,” Matt said.

“Well, it’s hard for me to explain myself,” I told him, “I’m still trying to connect the dots.”

“Fair enough. So we’re going to Brian’s house?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Incognito. I’m going to park a few spaces down from her car, and if she goes anywhere, we’re going to follow,” I told him my diabolical and genius plan.

“And if she notices?” He asked.

“Shut up,” I said, grimacing at him. We pulled into the parking lot of Brian’s apartment complex, and I reverse parked in a space where Payden wouldn’t be able to see me if she decided to leave.

“So what do we do until something happens,” Matt asked, and I retrieved the bag of food from the backseat, and watched the smile grow on his face.

“Have fun,” I said, then went to watching the front door intensely.

,,,

An hour later

,,,

The door to Brian’s apartment opened, revealing Payden, “Hey,” I said, patting Matt’s arm, waking him up from his food induced slumber. He shot up, and hit his head on the ceiling of the car, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

“What,” he said, groggily.

“She’s leaving,” I told him. We both watched as she got into her car, and started driving off. I turned on my own car, and started following her at a safe distance, making sure there was a car between her and me. We followed her all the way to her apartment, where we were going to confront her.

,,,

Payden

,,,

I grabbed a pistol from the top of my closet, making sure it was in safe mode, and put it in the inside pocket of my jacket. I didn’t plan to use it, but it was precautionary. I grabbed my phone and car keys, and left the apartment. I was heading to my old place, to see if maybe Jimmy stopped by. If he did, the money would be gone. Then my problems would be gone, and I wouldn’t have to worry about any of this anymore. I parked in my old parking space, then turned my car off. I grabbed my set of keys, and once I stepped outside of the door, I was greeted by Zacky and Matt.

“Payden,” Zacky said, running up to me, “I need to talk to you.”

“Um…now’s not a good time,” I told him, hesitating, “and did you follow me here?”

“I did, but that’s beside the point. Saleigh told me everything. That you thought Jimmy was still alive,” my eyes widened at this. Was he honestly going to try and involve himself? He’d get hurt if he did.

“Listen, it’s best if I do this alone,” I said, turning around, and heading up the stairs. I heard Zacky call after me as he chased me up the stairs. He turned me around forcefully, and looked me in the eye.

“Jimmy is not alive. I went and had his grave dug up. He’s dead. I know you think he’s after you, but he’s not. I had Saleigh put in therapy, and I think it’s best if you do the same. What you’re doing isn’t good for you, you’re going to hurt yourself,” he told me, and my anger flared. I didn’t think I really had a reason to be angry over this, but I couldn’t control it.

“You’re not my fucking father, Baker, now get off of me,” I hissed, and turned back around, unlocking the door, and then turned back to him, “Come in, I’ll prove he’s alive,” I walked in, expecting him to follow behind me, “Jimmy wanted money, so I left him money right there on the coffee table. He came to get it so now it’s,” I pointed at the table, my heart stopping.

None of it had been touched.

“Gone?” Zacky asked from the doorway.

“He should have came and got it,” I said, turning around, surprised to see Jimmy standing behind Zacky, a sinister grin on his face, “ZACKY LOOK OUT,” I screeched as I quickly grabbed the pistol from inside my jacket, taking it off safe mode, and shooting at Jimmy’s head. Zacky looked horrified as he watched Jimmy fall, and he looked back at me like I was deranged.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE,” he yelled.

“IT WAS JIMMY, HE WAS ABOUT TO KILL YOU,” I yelled back, looking at the gun, and tossing it to the ground. He backed out of the apartment, and dragged Jimmy’s body down the stairs.

©Shannon.

Notes

No, really, what the fuck have I done?

xoxo, Shannon.

Comments

@Avenged foREVer
Yes, hello, I was confused writing it.
We can both be confused together.

This is the importance of plot creation prior to writing LOL.

snuff; snuff;
7/3/18
Ok wtf happened?I am sooooo confused!I love the story so much but it fucking pissed me off at the same time because I have no mother fucking clue what happened!Pleeeease get back to me about that!But it was amazing and had me on edge the WHOLE time!And there were so many parts that made me laugh my ass off which I thuroughly enjoyed!!Really great just fucking confusing.Especially the last line.Why would they all be going to hell?
Avenged foREVer Avenged foREVer
11/20/12
more please :)
cant wait for more :D
Awesome story! cant wait for more update soon please