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

Chapter 29~Days Are Numbered

a/n this song was pretty hard. I got my cousin's help and she said I'm Low On Gas and You Need A Jacket or The Boy Who Could Fly (both PTV) and I said Days Are Numbered. I picked this only because i knew it and the lyrics better

song: Days Are Numbered ft. Bert McCraken. (((speaking of Bert... I remember when I was younger and Burning Down The House(The Used version)came on the radio. I loved the song and I asked my mom who the band was. She said “It’s an old band called The Used”. I like them and MCR, which is like my favorite band now, and they’re about the same age (the bands) I also remember thinking the lead singer was a girl… poor Bert. and listening to Days Are Numbered he still sounds a little girly… )))

because everymovie needs it to be raining during the dramatic part ;)

Chapter 29~Our Days Are Numbered And I Wish I'd Realized It Before

 Gerard's P.O.V.

I was sitting in the lobby of the hospital, waiting to be able to visit Frank. Frank's dad was here too. I hadn't told him the whole story yet, but I was affraid he'd be mad. The guilt was eating me alive. I was so scared though. Scared and surprised. I've never really been beaten up by them, and Frank stopped Kegan from hurting me and where is he now? The hospital. Again.

I couldn't take the guilt anymore. I got up and walked towards the bathroom, feel everyone's eyes on me, especially Frank Sr. I walked into a stall and closed the door, pulling my blade out of my pocket.

I sat on the toilet so it wouldn't look suspicious and once agian, brought the blade over the soft skin repeatedly. Thankfully the jeans I was wearing weren't extreamly skinny so I can hide it easier.

I don't know how long I was in there, but I eventually walked out, glancing at the clock on my phone. School had been out for a few minutes now.

"Gerard!" I heard someone call. I looked up to see Sandra running towards me full speed and Mikeya and Andy not far behind.

In the last few week Frank and Sandra have become really close.

"Is he okay? What happened?" Sandra asked when she'd reached me.

I waited for Mikey and Andy to catch up. "He was beaten up. They opened his stab wound and knocked him unconcious."

"Is he gonna be okay?" Sandra demanded.

"I don't know," I whispered, casting my eyes down, "I haven't heard anything yet. I was waiting with Frank's dad." Mikey nodded and took Andy to wait with Frank Sr.

I was heading that way when Sandra stopped me. "Wait, Gerard." I turned. "Frank wrote this. It was a letter for you. He gave it to me to hold this morning and I was going to give it back in first period."

I thanked her and took the letter. She walked back to the group while I opened it.

Dear Gerard,

Before you put this down please just listen. I know you're mad at me but there's a few things I want to say. One thing is I don't know why you are mad. If it's because of me not answering you the other day, I'm soo sorry. My dad took us to a nice restaraunt, and when I tried to text you he took my phone and wouldn't give it back. I tried to call you as soon as we left but you didn't answer. I'm sorry if I upset you, but I didn't mean to.

I may seem strong on the surface but not all the way through. I've never been perfect, like you were to me.

You've probably stopped reading by now because you don't care, but I thought you should know I still do. You are the most important person in my life. Last night I had a dream that I was missing and no one else cared because they were all mad I wouldn't leave you alone. From now on I will. I noticed that I'm not getting anywhere with it but upsetting you and that's the last thing I want.

There is one last thing I'd like you to know though. When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done. Don't resent me. Forget all the hurt I caused inside. I want you to be happy. And when you're feeling empty remember: you're always in my memory. 

Goodbye.

With love,

Frank.

I felt tears in my eyes. I ran outside to be pelted with rain. I heard someone calling me but I just ran around the corner of the building before leaning against the wall and sobbing.

Sandra ran around the corner and stopped in front of me.

I faced the wall and pumched it repeatedly. "I'm such a f*cking @sshole!" I yelled. "He didn't even do anything wrong! I'm such an idiot."

"Gerard. Gerard, stop," she said, trying to grab my hands and keep me from punching the brick wall. "Gerard, you're bleeding."

I now noticed the liquid on my hands was not only rain but blood. "So what?" I snapped.

"Frank would't want you to hurt yourself."

"I'm sure by the time he get's out of here he'll hate me! Not only was I mad at him for a pointless reason, but I didn't even help!"

"What're you talking about? Help what?"

I turned to face her now. I stared down at her a moment before looking off in the distance and sighing. "Kegan. He was going to beat me up because Frank walked away from him. Frank came back to help but David and Justin came. Kegan told them to let me be and they were going to give Frank two beatings. I-I didn't know what to do! I-I just stood there. The last time someone beat me up it was only one person. I was so scared and-and Frank helped even when I was mad at him! I-I thought that by doing something they would make it worse, but I just sat there. Sandra, he'll hate me! I can't face him, let alone his dad!"

"It's okay, Gerard. Frank knew what he was getting into when he chalenged Kegan to let you go. And Gerard," I looked at her, "Frank is way too in love with you to ever hate you." She smiled at me softly and I tried to smile back. "Frank Sr.. . . I don't know him well enough to tell you what he'll say, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Let's go back inside and wait to see Frank, okay?" I nodded and we slowly walked back to the hospital's front door.

When we entered Mikey gave me a look of worry from his spot under Andy's comforting arm, but I just gave him a small smile. I'm glad he found someone.

After a little while they said we could see Frank, but that he was still unconcious. We all walked that way, Frank sr. and I going in First. Frank talked to the doctor, but I'm not sure what was said.

After a little while everyone went home but Frank sr. and I.

At around eleven I felt Frank's hand twitch and shot straight up in my chair.

"Frank?" I questioned. His eyes slowly fluttered open and looked over the room, from the flowers on his bedside to his sleeping father and finally stopping on me. "Are you okay, Frank?"

"Frank? Who's that?" My mouth fell open. "Who are you? Who-who am I?"