My December
Written By Becca

*The Story is based on the song My December by Linkin Park*


The Song

This is my december,
this is my time of the year,
this my december,
this is all so clear,
this is my december,
this is my snow covered hole,
this is my december,
this is me alone, and i..
just wish that I didn't feel like there was something i missed, and I..
take back all the things i said to make you feel like that, and i.
just wish that I didn't feel like there was something i missed, and I..
take back all the things I said to you,
and I give it all way,
just to have somewhere to go to,
give it all away,
to have someone to come home to,
this is my december,
these are my snow covered trees,
this is me pretending,
this is all i need, and i..
just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed, and I..
take back all the things i said to make you feel like that, and I...
just wish that I didn't feel like there was something I missed, and I..
take back all the things I said to you..
and i give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go to,
give it all away,
to have someone to come home to,
this is my december,
this my time of the year,
this is my december,
this is all so clear,
give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go to,
give it all away,
to have someone to come home to,
give it all away,
just to have somewhere to go to,
give it all away,
to have someone to come home to..

The Story

Sighing, I throw my keys onto the black leather couch of the small, cozy cabin.

"Finally.." I mumbled, as I struggle to shed my coat from my body. Shaking, the excess snow from my clothes, I hung my jacket, and look around at the empty cabin. Making my way into the bathroom, i stopped in my tracks.

"Bec?" I look around. Nothing but silence. SIghing, I rub my eyes, continuing my path towards the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I look into the mirroir, shaking my head while looking at my reflection.

"It's over, get over it, she's gone." I mumble out of my cold, trembling lips. I run, some warm water from the sink, splash it onto my face, letting it drip down my neck and onto my clothes, as I close my eyes, recalling my memories.

"You bitch!" I screamed.

"Bitch? I'm the bitch?  Fuck off, I'm not the one sleeping around!!" Becca, screamed even louder.

For once, Nick was speechless. She had to bring Layla up. My fucking one night stand. I groaned.

"Yea, remember that one, Nick? Cause I sure as hell do!" She stared me right in the eyes.

"You know that was just a one time thing!" I tried to reason with her. "You and Jake, God only knows how many times you fucked him!!" God, please make her feel guilty he pleaded.

"Me and Jake, Nick? How dare you try to pin this on me!! God, your so fucking pathetic!!" She said, grabbing her jacket.

"You know what, please, please have fun this weekend, and since I'm not avalible for your sexual pleasures anymore, why don't you give Layla a call, hmm?" Smiling sweetly, and shuting the door behind her, that was the last of my love, Becca.

Looking back into the mirrior, I saw my tear-stained face. I quickly wiped my tears - I was a man, I wasn't supposed to cry, especially over a stupid girl like Becca. She was the type of girl you couldn't pin point, always out with someone, always getting in trouble. But God, I miss her. Her touches soothed the long days, her kisses took me away from realitly, and she was mine, I had her..but now, she's gone and I'm stuck here with pictures of her surrouding me, laughing at me for being the idiot that I am. Welcome, this is my hell, this is my december.

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