I’ll be good (Grayson Dolan)
Request: No, only another idea, nothing too clear, just some scenes I thought of
Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, things like that
Word count: 706
A/N: this is inspired by Jaymes Young's song "I'll be good"
I thought I saw the devil this morning Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue
I spitted out the water I had in my mouth, trying to get rid of the horrible taste of blood and I straightened my position, the image in front of me leaving me perplex. My hair was a mess, eyes slightly bloodshot and I could tell bags were forming under my eyes from lack of sleep. My left cheek was swollen, a purple bruise already forming on it and dry blood streams were coming out of my nose. I clenched my jaw looking at the reflection in front of me and I felt anger building up once again.
I never meant to start a fire I never meant to make you bleed
Turning around because I couldn't stand the image in front of me any longer, I saw (Y/N) sleeping peacefully in our shared bed. Her hair created a soft cascade onto the pillows and I let myself coming closer so that I could see her features better. My eyes landed on the messy bandage that was wrapped around her arm and shoulder and I let out a sigh, taking a seat next to her. Guilt was my only emotion right now. I always said that she was exactly like a volcano for me: beautiful and majestic yet utterly deadly, if I stay too close I'm going to die but even if staying so close to her hurt, staying away from her consumed me much more. The thing is.. she was the one saving me last night but I'd rather die than know she is hurt because of me. If I knew they were gonna come for me I would have never agreed to take her with me.
But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I'm waking up today
Looking down at my red and bruised knuckles I felt my heart skipping a beat. Flashbacks from last night came again into my mind and I let out a shaky breath feeling my anxiety kicking in. After he shot (Y/N) I lost my mind, I hit him and hit him until I killed him with my bare hands. My breathing was heavy and uncoordinated as my heart pumped harder in my chest. Little drops of sweat were running down my temple, on my cheek and onto my chin, falling on the parquet. I couldn't breathe at all and I almost fainted until I saw (Y/N) with the corner of my eyes getting up and wrapping herself around me. She took my face in her hands making me look directly into her eyes which were full of fear and concern.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay, I'm here." She assured me and I hung myself onto her soothing voice, trying to remain conscious. "You're okay, just breathe, baby." She kept telling me, coordinating her breath with mine until we were in sync and I gently catched her small wrists not wanting to hurt her even more.
I'll be a better man today
I'll be good, I'll be good
For all of the time That I never could
She looked at me with those big and beautiful eyes as I start to kiss the back of her hands and bruised knuckles as well. Her right hand was so cold because of how much blood she lost and I felt some tears in the corner of my eyes. It could've been worse, she could've been dead now and if that would have happened I would've been a lost man by now. She is the only one that can keep me sane, losing her is like losing myself. I won't let that happen. (Y/N) slowly pulled one of her hand away from mine and cupped my face, caressing my cheek with her thumb. I kissed her thumb and motioned her to come into my arms. Just as she did so, I wrapped my arms tightly around her little frame and kissed the top of her head.