Bury Me In Crimson

Let me paint you a picture, try to imagine as you read. A young boy, no older than 5. But he doesn't giggle and play with trains. His mind is full with things not even most adults can comprehend. This boy hides in his room and listens to punk rock. He had one friend though, one he would take a bullet for, frank. Frank was 4, but so loyal and such an amazing friend. Frank and gerard would go to the park in the spring and play their favourite game, Cowboys and indians. "You can be the cowboy, Gerard" Frank would always tell the young friend. Gerard would pretend to shoot Frank and Frank would pretend to steal his heard of cattle. But last week's game was diffrent.
"Gerard, this is a gun. Daddy has it incase strange men come in. Daddy says if you shoot with this, they die!" Frank rubbed his hand along the gun, as if it were a trophy. You could see the excitement in both boys eyes. Frank began the game. Gerard had a hold of the large gun in both hands and done as he seen in the movies, and put his little finger on the trigger. A huge bang made him jump back and he looked over to frank, who was lying on the ground, Crimson splatters of blood flowing in all directions. Gerard Dropped on his knees. He heard a scream, must have been his mother to cradle the dead body in her warm presence. But it wasn't, it was just himself. Dark red continued to flow, more immensely now. Gerard panicked and clutched his best friend, tried to wipe the blood from his petite face. "Wake up fwankie, wisten to me!" It was no use. All gerard could hear was the "pew pew" noise Frank would make with his fingers as a gun. Frank's giggle when gerard told him to put his hands up. His weeping about his grandma dying, that gerard promised not to talk about. But they were just memories. Gerard looked back though his vision was blurry. All he could see was flowing Crimson all over franks face and all over gerards hands. Gerard lays on the now red grass beside his best friend, and snuggles up against him. He took ahold of the gun too and done just what he done to his only best friend.

Let me paint you a picture, with Crimson red paints.

Notes

I've been alone and thought of some twisted stuff so I thought I'd post one. Thoughts?
-HelenaCøbain