My Beautiful Romance. My Innocent Romance. [MCR boyxboy]

Chapter 20~My Immortal

Please don't kill me



Chapter 20~My Immortal


Gerard's P. O. V.

TEN YEARS LATER (start reading when Amy starts singing)

I woke up to an empty bed again. I'm so tired of this! I'm so alone! Mikey has somone. Mom has dad. I got up and walked to the kitchen. As I passed a picture of Frankie I just stared at it. It was Frankie, Andy, Mikey and I. I was kissing Frank's cheek and he was blushing.

It's been ten years! I need to get over this! I looked down to my wrists. I wish these wounds would heal, but they can't heal if you won't stop cutting.

I turned around and punched a wall. The picture above it fell and shattered on my feet. I looked down at it. It was Frank, Ray and I. I remember that was the day after we got him when we had to take him to the vet.

I screamed out if frustration. There's too many fucking memories I can't just forget. I fell to my knees, not even caring about the glass, and started sobbing. Frankie still had all of my heart and that would never change. I would never love again.

An old Ray came waddling around the corner. He was going to aproach me but noticed the glass. The slowly made his way around the glass and sat on my lap. I pet him, thinking of Frank. I'll always be bound to the life he left behind. I couldn't stand these dreams every night. Some of them were amazing, but most were just Frank dying various ways. Maybe I belong in a mental hospital just like Travis.

Fucking Travis! I hope if he ever gets out of that mental hospital that he goes straight to jail.

I picked up Ray and set him down in the kitchen. Mikey would probably be here tomorrow, if he didn't already know.

I walked out my apartment door and toward the roof. I made it to the stairs and started running. I've tried to tell myself he's gone, but it never works. He's still with me. There's only one way for me to be with him.

I got to the roof and looked out. Twenty seven stories. That should be enough. It was four that killed Frank but he had also been stabbed.

A sob escaped my throat. Has it really been ten years without him? Ten years of living alone while everyone around me grew and loved, I died slowly inside everyday/. I don't know how I managed that long. Whatever it was it isn't working anymore. I stepped off the edge and the next thing I knew I was staring at my Marvel Comics poster on the roof.