Post by .Jonathan.PAiNCo0L.Jon.Jonny. on Jun 8, 2010 18:02:45 GMT -8
Jonny stood on the corner of the large block of flats. Looking down at the street below. He let out a deep sigh. Thinking of all that had happened in the last few years of his life. For weeks he had thought of this but now was the time. Now that no one cared it was time to go. For he was just another nameless, faceless, entity in this hell we call life.
He tightened his fist on the paper in his hand. His last message to the world. He leaned forward closing his eyes. He took a deep breath and took his last leap.
Jonny: "Fuck it!"
He flew some what gracefully throw the air. Feeling his long hair fly back behind him. It's true brown colouring shining for the last time in the glow from the sunset. Flapping for the last time in the wind as he flew, forward. Toward whatever awaited him. His destiny.
As the wind bit as his face his eyes glazed over for a mere second. As thoughts and memories past through his mind. His greatest moments. Forever worth remembering.
Gliding off the turnbuckles. Flying off the top of the cage on to CM Punk. Trapping Christian Cage on the SCW cage and watching him hang there as Jonny took the victory for himself.
Jonny blinked as he flew toward the ground, it neared closer. Seconds in Jonny's mind flew by as each memory came back.
He was 6 and he was riding a bike down a road, a man running behind him, his father. He was 8 and he was playing on a guitar. He was 11 and he was being punched by a boy clearly older then Jonny himself.
Jonny shook his head with a look of shock on his face. What was happening? His eyes glazed over again and he was seeing everything in a new light.
13 and his father was throwing his mother across the room and Jonny was stood between them. Shouting at his father.
14 and he was on the street with his mother, looking for a simple, safe place to sleep.
14 again and Jonny was at a hospital bed watching an elderly woman, who was staring at him a tear in her eye.
15 and Jonny was stood among a crowd of people, smiling. Hugging them all as someone took photos.
16 and Jonny was looking more built and defined in who he was. He was playing guitar for a girl who was blushing as people passed them while he sang.
19 and he was singing in the studio with the rest of his band.
Jonny let a small grin cross his face as he felt the wind whip at his cheeks.
He was in SCW and he was raising the title for the first time in his life.
He was in SCW again and he was raising the title, for the second time.
He was smashing a sledge hammer down in to the golden plating of the belt. DX at his side.
He was stood in the ring. Looking out at the crowd. Shouting about how this was his era.
He was sat in his room looking down at a picture where he was holding the title until his mother entered and hugged him.
He was sat in a pub talking to fans.
He was stood at the top of the building thinking of what to do.
Jonny smiled in spite of himself. His life had been alright. Look past the drugs, the shit, the hurt and deep down. It was good.
Jonny saw the ground merely a metre away and smiled as he closed his eyes.
There was a thud...
Screams came from everywhere as the small note in Jonny's hand blew slightly in the wind.
It's message clear.
He tightened his fist on the paper in his hand. His last message to the world. He leaned forward closing his eyes. He took a deep breath and took his last leap.
Jonny: "Fuck it!"
He flew some what gracefully throw the air. Feeling his long hair fly back behind him. It's true brown colouring shining for the last time in the glow from the sunset. Flapping for the last time in the wind as he flew, forward. Toward whatever awaited him. His destiny.
As the wind bit as his face his eyes glazed over for a mere second. As thoughts and memories past through his mind. His greatest moments. Forever worth remembering.
Gliding off the turnbuckles. Flying off the top of the cage on to CM Punk. Trapping Christian Cage on the SCW cage and watching him hang there as Jonny took the victory for himself.
Jonny blinked as he flew toward the ground, it neared closer. Seconds in Jonny's mind flew by as each memory came back.
He was 6 and he was riding a bike down a road, a man running behind him, his father. He was 8 and he was playing on a guitar. He was 11 and he was being punched by a boy clearly older then Jonny himself.
Jonny shook his head with a look of shock on his face. What was happening? His eyes glazed over again and he was seeing everything in a new light.
13 and his father was throwing his mother across the room and Jonny was stood between them. Shouting at his father.
14 and he was on the street with his mother, looking for a simple, safe place to sleep.
14 again and Jonny was at a hospital bed watching an elderly woman, who was staring at him a tear in her eye.
15 and Jonny was stood among a crowd of people, smiling. Hugging them all as someone took photos.
16 and Jonny was looking more built and defined in who he was. He was playing guitar for a girl who was blushing as people passed them while he sang.
19 and he was singing in the studio with the rest of his band.
Jonny let a small grin cross his face as he felt the wind whip at his cheeks.
He was in SCW and he was raising the title for the first time in his life.
He was in SCW again and he was raising the title, for the second time.
He was smashing a sledge hammer down in to the golden plating of the belt. DX at his side.
He was stood in the ring. Looking out at the crowd. Shouting about how this was his era.
He was sat in his room looking down at a picture where he was holding the title until his mother entered and hugged him.
He was sat in a pub talking to fans.
He was stood at the top of the building thinking of what to do.
Jonny smiled in spite of himself. His life had been alright. Look past the drugs, the shit, the hurt and deep down. It was good.
Jonny saw the ground merely a metre away and smiled as he closed his eyes.
There was a thud...
Screams came from everywhere as the small note in Jonny's hand blew slightly in the wind.
It's message clear.
