I Don't Need Another Birthday [NickSimmons] OneShot

An empty room. Nothing more than a bed, a nightstand, a window, a TV. A door to the right leads to a restoom, the door beside it, a door to the closet. We hear a soft clikcing noise to our left then the door opens. A girl, about 5'2'', enters. She shuts the door behind her, then sighs loudly, as if some kind of burden was lifted from her. We figure out we're in a hotel room when she sets the plast key card down on the nightstand and turns the light on.
The girl looks young, 18 at the oldest. She's skinny in stature, very short but very graceful when she walks. She's got on simple clothes: A small white tanktop and a pair of yoga pants. She's got glowing green eyes, and long, black-blue hair. A small lip ring adorns her think, drained-of-color lips. Her almost shaped eyes are outlined with the days eyeliner - she obviously didn't dress up too much for whatever occasion she might be here for. She throws her car keys across the room and walked slowly to the window. She barely opened the curtain, almost as if she was scared to let the hoax lighting of the room ruin the lovely, God-made night sky. She spots something outside, and quickly closes the cloth. As she turns toward the door, theres a light knock. She scurries to the door, rushing to get the unknown visitor inside. She opens it forecully, a tall man slips through the door and slams it behind him. He grabs the girls small shoulders with his large hands.
He's abnormally tall, especially compared to the girl. Probably around 6'9''. He has long, curly black hair that falls in his face unwillingly. He has green eyes also, but less bright. He's got thick lips, very different from his lanky stature. He's dressed a bit better than she, like he was already out before hand. A Beatles t-shirt and black jeans.
She grabs onto his t-shirt, and they stare at eachother blankly. We're unaware of the relationship these two individuals hold. We're the unknowing - we only know what we see.
"Please tell me you're alright," the boy says, his voice deep and scratchy.
"I think. God, I hope. Who knows how long he'll take..." she begins speaking fast - almost too fast to comprehend.
"Shh, Shh, Emmaleigh. Breathe. Relax." He pulls her close to him, and she starts to cry. They stand like this for a while, then sit on the edge of the bed. He faces her, and slowly runs his long, snake-like, finger down her arm. Under his shaking skin, there's a long row of burn marks left from lit cigarettes, along with the occasional bruise.
"Em," the boy sighs, taking one hand in his, "I've got something for you. You can't read it until we leave here, you go that?" She nods slowly, and he hands her a piece of paper. She sets it on the endtable, then turns back ot him. She holds back a cry, then sighs deeply.
"I'm so sorry," She says, falling over to lay her head on his shoulder.
"Hey, hey, it's not your fault. Nobody chooses for their father to be like this. Nobody," she nods, but hesitates to look up at him. She eventually does.
"He's going to kill me, Nick. He is,"
"Not if I'm here, he won't. He's not going to."
"Don't put yourself in harms way just to save me," he shook his head, but said nothing. He put his hands around her small face.
"Fucking hell, Emmaleigh, I love you. I want to do this here. Now. I met you two years ago and 31 days ago. August 1st is still marked on my calendar. It was the best day of my life. We started dating two weeks after. Your mom knew. My family knew. Our friends knew. We never told your dad. He found out a mere 2 hours ago. Pretty damn good for a couple of 18 year olds. Keeping it two years. I think, we're leaving tomorrow morning after this blows over. And the first thing I wanna do when we're gone is to make you my wife. Emmaleigh Lovette Raez, will you marry me?" She looked upon him in astonishment as he pulled the small black box from his jacket. Tears fell from her eyes as she nodded furiously. He slid the sparkling ring onto her small, skinny finger. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," she said into his lips.
As she muttered the words upon his lips, there was a loud knock at the door. Not only loud, but ear-splitting, angerfilled punches. Emmaleigh jumped in fear and jumped to the back of the bed. Before anyone could d oanything, the hotel room door opened violently, and a man appeared. He slammed the door behind him and roared angerly,
"EMMALEIGH. GOD DAMNIT!" He stood, angry in his shoes, furious at the world. He had a subbly beard, like he hadn't shaved for a few days. His green eyes, identical to Emmaleigh's, were blood-shot from alcohol and lack of sleep. He had the beginning of a beer belly, but was very tall. He half ran, half stumbled to the bed where Nick and Emmaleigh sat, scared to death of this man. He reaches across the bed, grabbing her by her bruised and scarred arm.
"I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO OBEY ME! DATING THIS, DEVIL SPAWN, BEHIND MY BACK IS NOT OBEDIENCE."
"HE'S NOT DEVILS SPAWN."
"HIS FATHER SPTIS BLOOD!"
"FOR STAGE MAKE-UP!"
"GENE SIMMONS IS THE DEVIL, THERE FOR HIS SON IS TOO."
"FUCK YOU!" She screamed, spitting in his face. He hesitated enough for her to speed off into Nick's arms, who was now standing against the wall. The man pulled a knife from his pocket, the metal shining in the florecent light.
"GET OVER HERE YOU FUGLY SKANK! NO DAUGHTER OF MINE WILL DISOBEY ME!" The man, who we've concluded as her father, sprung towards the two teenagers. Nick pulled her back behind him, and tried to fight him off. Sadly, her father, being the stronger of the two, go this hands away from Nick, and pulled the blade to the young boy's throat. The crimson stain drew from his neck. He fell to the unforgiving floor, Emmaleigh falling right beside him.
"NO!" She screamed, falling over her lovers near dead body. Cops rushed in, yelling for her father to drop the weapon that slain his daughter's love. He dropped the knife, covered in Nick's blood to the ground. The cops cuffed him and took him away
"Emma...leigh..." Nick sputtered, trying to get air. She didn't ay a word, only cried upon his chest. "Read that note. I love you," with his final breathe he said the words she so happily cheered minutes ago. His eyes lay open in blank stare, blood still seeping from his neck. She let out the one last distant cry, clutching to his glood stained shirt with one hand, and his hair with the other. Blood began seeping through his color-drawn lips.
"Just...just one more kiss.." She leaned down and pushed her lips to his. She pulled back, his blood staning her lips. She continues to cry as she lets go of her fiance. She stumbled across the room and picked up the note she left on the table. She wiped a bit of his blood over the front, which read,
always.
scratchy handwriting. She clutched it tightly, as the cops began to get her from the room.
1WeekLater
Emmaleigh stood in a different room, bright green in color, multiple posters on the wall. She sat upon a bed with a white blanket, holdin gthe unopen note from Nick. She wore all black, holding a red rose in the other hand. She sat the flower down, and slowly unfolded the note. It read,
'My dearest Emmaleigh,
Let this note be the first of many. I'm not there with you when you read this, but I wish I was. Pray for me, I'll pray for you. We'll get through these next few weeks. I'm giving this to you exactly 2 years and 31 days after we met. Thanks for marrying me. And happy birthday,
Love Always,
NickSimmons.'

She cried again, with the thought of him. She sat the note aside, and pulled a long, silver blade from beneath her pillow. She pulled up th esleeve of her black cardigan. With a single swipe, her blood ran from her pale flesh. She winced in pain, and drew a bit of blood from the cut, and ran it over the red stain on the note. Under what he wrote, she scribbled,

'Dear Nick,
I'll be there soon, love
I don't need another birthday,
Love FOREVER,
Emmaleigh Raez'

She folded the note and clutchedit tightly. She pulled a pistol from under the bed. She put the barrel to her temple, then cocked it. She shut her eyes andwhispered,
"I love you."
A loud bang erupted, and her now lifeless body fell onto the cold, hard floor ---
still holding onto the note.