Author: Me, passionfruit_xx
Summary: Twenty-six year old Joel Madden was found dead in his garage yesterday by family. Neighbors say they heard loud sobbing, and then silence from the usually noisy house. More news on this tragic death next hour.
Main Characters: Benji and Joel Madden (Good Charlotte)
Disclaimer: Not real. Never happened.
You Can' Save Me
I lay curled up in a ball at the corner of our bed. I was too scared to move, too scared to breathe and too scared to blink. You had just come home from having a few drinks with your friends at a local bar. You promised me that you would only have a few drinks, but not enough to get you drunk. And to think I believed you. The footsteps were becoming louder, making me cower away even more. The bedroom door was pushed open as you and some blonde-looking slut came stumbling in. You both fell onto our king-sized bed, totally ignoring the fact that I was on it too. Or maybe you were both too drunk to notice me. Both your clothes were flying around the room, as you both prepared for God-knows what.
My courage came back to me as I stood up and walked over to you. I started punching you on any of your body that was visible, but soon regretted it as you pulled away from the bimbo and looked at me with so much hatred in your eyes. If looks could kill, I swear I would be long gone. You got up and slowly stumbled over to me. One you got to me, you rapidly sobered up.
“Take off you clothes,” You ordered.
I obeyed, as you started taking your belt out of the rings of your jeans, which were still on your body.
“Put your hands above your head,” You ordered me again.
Yet again, I did so, hoping it would lesser out the beating I would soon receive. You started whipping me with your studded leather belt. I cried out in pain at the aftermath of the leather hitting my skin had caused.
I fell to the ground and curled up into a ball, trying to avoid his belt. You started kicking me in my ribs, head, stomach; anywhere that was visible. After you had finished kicking me, you walked over to the bimbo and whispered something in her ear, and she smirked. She got up off our bed and walked over to me. She placed her right foot on my right rib and pushed down as hard as she could. Her high-heal tore my skin as you both let out laughs of enjoyment. The bimbo repeated the same thing on my left rib and let out a satisfied laugh. You both walked out of the room, leaving me alone, with blood pouring out of my body. I let the tears cascade down my face as pain scorched through out my body. My vision became cloudy as my world began spinning. I was falling in and out of consciousness, while I some prayers: not knowing that they would be my last. I soon saw a white light just as quickly as you had left me here.
A familiar voice echoed through my ears through my ears. I tried to open my eyes, but it was nearly impossible. I finally recognized the voice as to Joel’s.
“Everybody misses you. We did everything you always wanted. We played ‘Wounded’ and everybody dressed in white,” I heard him say.
Then it finally dawned on me. At my funeral I wanted ‘Wounded’ played, and everybody to wear white instead of black. Joel was talking to my grave. He continued talking.
“You’d think with the technology we have now days, they’d be able to fix something like punctured lungs. But I guess not.”
I finally opened my eyes to see Joel with tears running down his pale face.
“Benj, I miss you so much it’s not funny. When you died, apart of me died too. Oh and Ryan is in jail for the rest of his life. And he deserves to be. I can't believe you ever loved him. It’s my entire fault that you are dead now.”
Oh no it’s not, Joely.
“You wanted me to come over, but I said ‘no’ because I was a selfish bastard and wanted to spend time with Hilary. It wasn’t even worth it now because she dumped me. She thought that I was spending too much time organising your funeral.”
He put his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a tissue and blew his nose.
“I can't live like this anymore Benj.” He paused, and gave a small smirk. “But don’t you worry though, I’ll see you soon.”
He planted a kiss on my grave stone and stood up, dusting off his ass, which was covered in dirt, clearly visible because he was wearing white. He slowly walked to his car, looking back only once, just before he was going to hop in. What did he mean by I’ll see you soon?
Twenty-six year old Joel Madden was found dead in his garage yesterday by family. Neighbours say they heard loud sobbing, and then silence from the usually noisy house. They called Joel’s mother, and she went to take a look. An autopsy reveals that Joel gassed himself using the exhaust pipe of his car. His family released a statement saying that he was suffering from severe depression and harbouring the fault of his twin’s death. His funeral will be held at St. Mary’s Church in Waldorf, Maryland, his home town on the 16th of September 2005. He will be buried next to his brother. More news on this tragic death next hour.