He's Not Coming Home (A Jemi One Shot)

NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED, I OWN NOTHING IN THE VIDEO!

I'm so sick of those stupid perverted spam comments! Haha anyways, umm i'm confused cause like i'll get a notification on my homepage saying "1 comment" and when I go to the video it has more than 1. Why doesn't it tell me all of them? Anyone know?


Check out the video first, darlings. I'm sorry if you don't understand it so just ask in a comment if you don't, it's pretty depressing so yeah. Haha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. I'll start the marathon sunday maybe, I have lots of stuff to do tomorrow for school. Junior year is SO hard, they say it's the hardest out of all high school, it sure does seem like it. Anyways, ttyl. Love you all muchismo! Haha.

(Demi's POV by the way)

I sat in my living room months after my heart legitimately broke, bled out to the core from loss, leafing through a photo album and nursing a glass of red wine. I remembered back on the day just two months ago, it was the day that marked two years. Two years since I had last seen your beautiful face, since I felt yours arms around me as you whispered sweet nothings into my ear, two years since I touched your chiseled abs, crashed my lips into yours. Two years. I prayed to God on a daily basis for something inopportune to occur, but nothing horrifying. I simply wanted you to break a bone, tear a muscle, anything to send you home to me. You stopped writing letters three months prior, but I wasnt too worried. They would notify me if you went missing or if youdied. You see, thats where I was flawed. I was in complete and utter denial. There I go, getting sidetracked again. I looked over at my red leather handbag that sat beside me on the couch that once was ours and I flipped it open, pulling out my poison. The poison that made the pain disappear and made me less like myself. I swallowed a couple more than recommended and turned a page in the album, finding a strip from a photo booth you and I visited on our 6 month anniversary. There were four small photos, in the first our lips were curved into huge white grins, in the seconds you had your finger on my nose, pushing it up like a pig as I squished your cheeks together, in the third I was letting out my usual hoarse laugh as you tickled my neck with your stubble and in the last one I had my hand cuffed tightly onto the collar of your shirt, your face squished against mine in a glorious kiss. These were the moments I missed most, the ones where any on looker could see I was in love with you. Jesus how I loved you, it wasnt just love of course, looking back I can see now that it was infatuation, and at the time it nearly killed me, before you left it was so passionate, so intense, so painful, that even now, years later , I still feel the hurt when I hear your name. For some reason the pills werent truly working their trade today so I got up from our couch and strode into the bathroom. I wasnt sure exactly what I was looking for because pills were always my go-to, never anything more or less treacherous. Then I saw it, reflecting off the stunning antique lamp you gifted me with for our one year marriage anniversary. I stared at it, my medicated eyes glistening and I snatched it off the soap stand in the bath, I threw it on the floor and watched as the razor fell apart. I bent down, grabbing what I so yearned for and I sat down, supporting my bony back by the porcelain tub. This would be the first and last time I would bleed for you. The release of scarlet liquid made me want to scream your name. It was an unfamiliar sensation, wanting more, it broke through my core. You left me, although you werent to blame. That damn war, those damn bombs, and them damn flames. I wanted to see your favorite color; I know how much you loved the color red. The flavor? Mmm, with a slip of the hand, the blade crashing into me, the crimson red causing my mouth to water. After the General came to my door that fine evening with the final letter, not addressed from you of course. I laughed aloud as the blood spilled from my wrists, you were dead. You couldnt write. But when you died you left a mark for the world to know, I was weak. Bare. Nothing, without my soldier, my loveyou. The purple and black splotches covering my heart like a Dalmatian. I placed the sharp edge against my fragile wrists and smiled to myself as I saw your face appearing from the white. There you are. Your beautiful smile is so welcoming; it makes me want to press even deeper. So I do, and now...now I am free.

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[HIHALAMID]

omg

wow so sad

so justb asking at the end she cut her self and then she is going to heaven and seeing him rigt?

[bmblebee3]

Yesss. (: and ): haha.

[kawakamanga]

What's the b\name of the song in the video? I .LOVED IT

[bmblebee3]

just a dream - carrie underwood (:

[CheethPopCandy]

AWESOMENESS that is so cute and beautiful

[JuDisneyDemiSelena]

@bmblebee3 haha, I made a oneshot about that song, and it's about war, too. It's jemi (:

[jonash12341]

wow

i cannot go without saying

that it was beauiful

[DemiSelandJB]

why...why..? what am i asking you ask? imasking why you have to be such a good writer,you brought tears to my eyes.

[hannah15hsm]

aww , that was sooo sad but i LOVED it ! great job !

[DontClapTwice]

omg this was sooooo sad but verrrrryyyy goood!