Demolition Lovers (Frerard/Ferard)

Hopeless hearts.

(A: there will be a trigger warning)

Gerard's POV.

I laid down on the floor of my bedroom, waiting for the right moment to take the pills.

At 12:00 o'clock exactly I want to die. I might as well end this shit dramatically right?

End everything; this hopeless, worthless, empty body, and this endless nightmare they call life.

The clock went off, 'nows your chance' I thought, getting up from my little nest of blankets on the floor.

I walked over to my dresser, the plastic container of pills sitting on top.

I grabbed them, and forced them open

"God dammit!" I spat finally getting the top to pop off

"Okay, it's easier than all the other times, so just about like 9 or 10 in your mouth, then swallow." I recited under my breath, grabbing a handful.

I shoved them down my throat.

I looked at my clock, 12:03, dammit!

Oh well, I'll die at 12:05 I suppose.

I grabbed the glass of water, putting it to my chapped, faded lips

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, for hopefully the last time. I never liked what I saw.

My shaggy, greasy, ink black hair was swept across my face.

My pudgy frame grabbing my attention the most.

My roundish face, looking extremely pale.

My jawline, you could actually see it for once.

My eyes, the hazel and green specks all over with probably the tinniest bit of blue in there.

"Here goes nothing." I muttered under my breath, raising the glass to my lips, opening them, letting the cool water slide down my throat.

I felt dizzy as I removed the glass from my lips.

I was stumbling now, an achy stab of pain residing resentfully in my stomach

I walked over to my bed, and flopped down. I could feel the energy run out of me. "God I hope this works."

"Good bye Mikey." I sputtered out, grabbing the note I had written before falling into a deep sleep.

I heard a faint, 'Gerard!' Before my eyelids fluttered closed for what I prayed was the last time.

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I saw lights, bright ones.

"What is this?" I mumbled raising my hand, only for someone to grab it.

"Am I in the black parade?" I asked the figure.

The figure, he just, laughed.

He laughed so hard he almost fell to the ground.

I sat up, only to be forced down again.

I grabbed the edges of the bed, pulling myself up.

The arms were all around me.

All these different figures.

I lifted my finger, counting each one.

7 different people where in the room I would die in. I couldn't decide if I liked this or not.

I knew how this worked, you see I almost ended up dying from my last attempt.

That was before I was jerked awake by the sound of sirens, very close to my ears, and a light being shining directly into my bloodshot eyes.

But nothing was stopping me here.

"Hmph!" Came out of my mouth as I felt my stomach moving.

Dammit, I'm not dead.

Their pumping my stomach, I can't do anything about it.

I would, but I'm on anesthetics, I'm suppose to be asleep for forever.

Everything in room swirled into a black oblivion.

I was lifted back to the surface of consciousness, only to see people huddled around me.

"Dr.Quincy why is he awake?!?" I heard a very famine voice yell, as I suddenly felt my arms being retrained, as well as my legs.

"Please don't do that." I wheezed as I felt my stomach bloat.

"He's not awake Dr.Blake." An old man scream-whispered.

"I-I am." I wheezed again.

"He just said something!" Someone screeched, a male voice.

"N-No, no." I wheezed again.

Damn I'm really weak, how many did I take?

"Well, he'll just fall asleep again." Another man said, as I heard something going on around me, as I feel asleep a few moments later.

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HAI!!!!

So I'm Daisy, I'm going to be writing Gerard's POVs.

And smut ;)

Soooooo, I hope you liked the first chapter.

"I WISH I COULD EAT YOUR CANCER WHEN YOU TURN BLACK!"

~Daisy