The Midnight Air Will Do You Good

This title belongs to a lyric in Hawthorne Height’s song, Rescue Me, so I don’t own this title.
This is my very first one-shot, that I made up on a shitty day of mine, so it’s sorta more ‘angsty’ in some ways. Hope you like it. And make it through the food references.


The earthy smell of wood and pine invades my senses in the most pleasant way as I push my window up to let the morning sun shine through. The sunlight leaves a bright golden patch on the hardwood floors of my home. It’s more like a cabin, though.

You see, I, Claire, used to live the city, trying to make it big time as a musician. I lived in a apartment in San Francisco, which were expensive as hell, and played at local venues and clubs. Rock music was my passion and so was writing all my own songs.

I dreamt about being as famous as my idols, like the Who, Rolling Stones, or even Fall Out Boy. I was never signed to any major record labels, but still, I kept my faith up. And I still do.

I soon realized that living in SF and trying to play as many gigs as possible wouldn’t really help boost my status as a musician unless I take a time-out and think everything through. Living in upscale cities don’t give you any chances to take a breather. Besides, it would help me write my songs.

Soon after, I moved to a small house in Washington state, amidst tall pines and redwoods. I enjoyed the scent of all the nature surrounding me and the sound of wildlife. It really calmed me.

Then, after about a week, someone else moved into the bigger nearby house that was previously vacant. That surprised me since I didn’t really think anyone would like to live here. Out of friendliness, I gave my new neighbors a visit and welcomed them with my smile. Turned out they were also musicians trying to find peace and calm to write new songs.

Their names were Brendon, Ryan, Spencer, and Jon. They were in a band called Panic at the Disco. I had heard some of the songs from them and I liked their music somewhat.

Brendon, the lead singer of the band, was a skinny boy, with dark brown hair that fell down to just above his eyes. It was kinda cute like that. He had a very nice personality and was always friendly and hyper to everybody.

Ryan was even thinner than Brendon, his hair a shade lighter than Brendon’s and taller. He kept to himself most of the time and was a quiet kid. He had a beautiful voice and a adorable face that I came to love. His guitar talents were fucking amazing, too. His weird flower shirts were the only thing I hated about him.

Spencer, the drummer, had a slightly “hippie” look because of his headband. His hair was sort of long, and he had a beard that looked well kept. His bright smile and blue eyes were warm and inviting.

Jon’s hair was the shortest, and the darkest, and he was oldest of the four. He was the bassist and he welcomed me as a new friend.

Upon meeting these new friends, we became close and met each other nearly everyday to share ideas, write music, or just simply chill out and tell jokes. I was particularly close with Ryan Ross, and we eventually fell in love with each other.

I simply loved his looks, music, lyrics, smile, and most importantly, his personality. He said likewise about me. Something that became a regular thing between us was going outside in the forest during midnight once in awhile. It was amazingly refreshing to breathe in the midnight air after being in the cabin, which was slightly stuffy at times.

A tap on my back breaks me from my reverie and I turn around to see who it is. As I suspected, it was Ryan. A smile lights my face up as I brush a lock of my blonde hair behind my ear. Ryan grins back at me in the most adorable way.

“What you up to today?” He asks. I almost forgot it was the weekend to today.

“Uhm, not much, you?” I reply, a smirk on my face.

“I’m always occupied if I’m with you.” He replies, leaning in to give me a kiss on the lips. I close my eyes as our lips meet and brush together. I deepened the kiss, wishing for this moment to last as long as possible. We continue making out until someone pokes in the back. The hand comes from my open window and I stick my head out to see who it is. I guess it’s Brendon, and my guess is right on target.

I giggle as Brendon gets cornered with my gaze pinning him down. He puts on a fake scared look and I laugh even harder. Ryan chuckles along with me.

“You bitch,” I tease, sticking my tongue out at Brendon.

“Couldn’t help it!” He says smartly, his devilish grin spreading across his face.

I give him the finger and I smile smugly and Brendon still laughs. Ryan points for him to get out and he finally steps out of out view.

I laugh softly and look back at Ryan’s round, brown eyes. They are just so beautiful and handsome. So is the rest of Ryan.

“So, Ry, what did you plan on doing?” I ask, my dimpled smile still on my face.

“Not much, just hanging out, I guess,” He says, shrugging. “Boy, you’re a smiley kid, you know that?” He comments, pinching my cheek playfully.

“Not until you told me, no.” I say my smile growing ever wider.

We kiss again and the rest of the afternoon passes by faster than I thought. Time really flies by when you’re making sweet love.

Soon enough, it’s evening again and we all start eating dinner. Jon and Spencer are great cooks and I wasn’t surprised that they whipped up something delicious once again for us. Dessert is one of their best specials and today is no different. Their New York Cheesecake is nothing short of a-fucking-mazing.

After the great meal I retreat back to my room. To my surprise, Ryan follows me. I sit down on the edge of my bed and Ryan follows suit.

“Do you want to go out tonight, Claire?” He asks sweetly.

“Of course, honey,” I answer immediately.

He pecks me on the forehead quickly and holds my small hand in his.

“I love you, you know that?” His question is more like a declaration of his love to me.

“I love you too, Ry.” I say too, pressing my forehead to his, our noses almost making contact.

With unspoken consent, he stands up and leads me out the door. Midnight came quickly for me.

“The midnight air will do you good.” Ryan comments, smiling kindly.

I agree with a nod of my head. Suspiciously enough, I have a bad feeling about our outing. I had never felt this way about our previous outings. I twiddle nervously with my free hand, unsure of the whole situation.

We walk quietly through the forest, Ryan never letting my hand go from his grip. He frequently shoots worried looks at me, wanting me to be okay soon.

There’s a spot that we spend time at every so often, around midnight, to just share moments together or laugh the day off. It’s a beautiful clearing in the forest amidst giant trees. A small patch of small grass sprouts from that spot. It’s never damp or too dry. It’s always just right.

Soon enough, we reach our place among the wildlife. It was just as we left it a week ago. I truly love this place for it’s calming abilities and serenity. So does Ryan. We settle down on the grass, our backs supporting each other; leaning back lazily. I feel instant calm once I reach this sanctuary, just like I do every time I come here.

“Did the midnight air do you good?” Ryan queries caringly.

I close my eyes momentarily. I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath.

“Doesn’t it always do that?” I breath softly.

The sky is dark and black tonight, with the only light emanating from the stars and moon. The moon is also in full bloom, only adding to the beauty of the night sky. Not a sound could be heard from our vantage point.

We sit in silence for 5 more minutes until rustling make me open my eyes in a heartbeat. Noises are rare at this time, since all the local creatures are in deep slumber at this hour.

“What was that all about?” I whisper to Ryan.

“It’s probably just a little critter that couldn’t fall asleep,” He answers, shrugging his shoulders.

I take reassurance in his answer and relax back into the light mood. That is, until another sound wakes me up again. This time it’s louder; closer.

“Ry, are you sure it’s an animal?” I ask, slightly freaked out.

“What would it be, if it wasn’t an animal?” He jokes.

It irks me slightly that he doesn’t realize that I take this seriously, unlike him.

“It could be anything, really,” I say, scowling slightly now. I’m amazed that Ryan isn’t the one that getting the living shit scared out of him.

The noise returns again, louder than ever, and this time around it does scare the living shit out of him.

“What. The. Fuck.” He says to no one in particular.

“Yeah, I know.” I say sarcastically, flipping out now.

I know now that I should’ve trusted my premonition; a sharp bang of gunfire rings through the quiet wood, disturbing the peace.

“Ry?” I manage to whisper through my panic and fear. Then do I realize that my clothes are damp and a slight bit sticky. My hand is also dotted with wet splotches of red. Blood.

I try to scream but my fear covers all my instinct like a constricting blanket. No sound comes out of my mouth. I try again with all my might, but to no avail. I run over to Ryan’s side. He’s lying barely conscious on his side, blood spilling from a wound just under his ribs. His eyes flutter open and closed, and it’s the worst thing I can ever see: my boyfriend, my love, my soul mate, drifting away from me…forever.

I shake his body violently as if that will help him get on his feet again.

“Claire…” He moans in a voice I can barely hear.

“Ry, Ryan, Ryan,” I whisper in his ear hurriedly. I know time’s short for him; maybe even it’s short for me, too. I sob quietly, listening intently for any other words he might say.

“I, I love you s-so much, sweetie.” His voice is coming out in ragged breaths from the blood loss.

“I love you too much.”

I lean my head in to give my lover one more final kiss. We both put more passion into the final kiss, knowing it was now or never. Never ever.

With finality, he brushes his lips softly against mine and his head falls back onto the grass with a dull thud.

Ryan Ross is gone for all eternity.

I can’t hold the cries of pain anymore; I scream with the pain of loss at the top of my lungs, clutching myself tightly. I find the strength to stand up and mysteriously, a gun is lying several feet away from me. I shudder violently as I take a step towards it. I take deep, panicky breaths as I shuffle closer and closer to the lethal object. Once I’m close enough to pick it up, I extend my hand. I toy with it between my two hands; it was heavier than I expected.

I push the switch to engage and place my slender fingers along the handle of the weapon. I proceeded with my final move of hooking my index finger into the trigger.

I sob heavily as I bring the gun closer to my head. What is there to live for when the person you love most is gone?

I close my eyes. I take in my final deep breath. I lick my lips nervously.

I pull the trigger.

FIRST COMMENT

i havent read it yet so im gonna go do that

Koolies, it's sad though...well happy reading!

oh
my
gosh

...and what is that supposed to mean??
*teeth jitter nervously*

that was amazinggggg

but the whole suicide thing creeped me out a bit

Yeah, it's sorta depressing, and this is like the darkest thing I've ever written. I made this up on my sad day...soo gah...I'm rambling.

Thanks for the comment.

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Originally posted by PanicManic:
...and what is that supposed to mean??
*teeth jitter nervously*

that is me marveling at the beauty and sadness of that oneshot.
WOW

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Originally posted by NikkoFreako:

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Originally posted by PanicManic:
...and what is that supposed to mean??
*teeth jitter nervously*

that is me marveling at the beauty and sadness of that oneshot.
WOW

Wow, my writing is that good?? I kinda had trouble with the present tense/past tense thing. lol thanks a lot for the comment!

that was amazinngggg

yes Natalie, it is that good

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Originally posted by bden_aint_no_hollabackgirl:
that was amazinngggg

Much thankies, Soph!!

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Originally posted by bden_aint_no_hollabackgirl:
that was amazinngggg

I SAID DAT

LIKE WORD FOR WORD

dats amazin'

(raisin bran crunch? more like AMAZIN' bran crunch! [my favorite commercial EVA])

TY, NikkoFreako

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Originally posted by PanicManic:
TY, NikkoFreako

call me Nikko