My Last Forgiving Sin

Chapter 2. Jenny, won't you come back home?

(Play the song at the bolded word.)

The church was reopened, still old, and brown as ever. Gerard strutted inside, immediately standing at the podium. "We're here today.. To celebrate the-" The strange shadowy figure would approach Gee once again, "Hmm, getting hallucinations, eh? Hmmm, such a shame.. Hmm.. Or perhaps they're visions, hmm? For the future, hm? Maybe it will happen, hmm? Since, I do control you.. You're but a puppet. A vessel for I. A SHELL for thy. You'll never be independent, beautiful.. ALONE." The figure would disappear just as quick as it appeared.

"Father Way? Are you okay?" A church goer would ask, seeing that Gerard had started to stare off into space. "I-I.. I can't-can't do this. Amen, people!" Gee would speed walk off into the breakroom, fearful of the figure. "It's just a hallucination, it's not real, it never will be, it's your imagination, it-" Gerard would soon stop talking, interrupted by Frank walking inside. "Hey, Geebear. What err.. Happened at the funeral?" Gerard would look back up, noticing Franks figure. "I-I don't know, I just see random shit, and shadow figures, a-and then at night it would feel like someone's just gripping my throat, and then these tremors, they're worse, they're these terrors, i-it's fucking terrifying, Frank!" Frank would sit next to him, and stare into his eyes.

Frank's POV
I stared into Gerard's hazel eyes. The green in them perfectly dotting the warm brown areas. His eyes would flicker open and shut, and his cheeks flushed red. I felt an immediate connection with him. It was as if I could feel what he was feeling. I went to kiss his plump, pale lips, before Mikey and Ray walked in. I immediately pulled away from him, a look of disappointment etched on my face. Gee would give me a knowing smile, and turn his head around to face Mikey and Ray. "Uhh, Frank.. You might, might wanna call your girlfriend."
My face would immediately turn dark as I ran to the main reception of the church. I called my girlfriend, Nova, and waited for her to answer.
Nova: "Frankie, I-I.."
Frank: "Yeah, what? You seem panicky, tell me."
Nova: "I'll never marry."
My mouth would widen, akin to my eyes.
Frank: "What'd you mean? You don't have.."
Nova: "I have cancer. They're saying I've had it for a good couple of years.. "
Frank: "How long?"
Nova: "I have a month."
I'd fall to the floor. I don't think my legs could hold the amount of shock and fear I had inside of me in that moment. How could she get cancer? Of all people, the woman I love had to get it. The woman I spent four years of my life with, would just be gone one day. I'd have to wake up without her, without her nagging in the morning. I'd eat breakfast alone, I'd never be able to go on dates with her again.
Frank: "W-What cancer?"
Nova: "They're saying it's inside of my lung. I never smoked! I never did anything like that! I've been clean my whole life! Yes I'd have the odd drink but that wouldn't mess up everything! Frankie, I don't wanna die, I'm to young. I'm twenty seven, I-I wanna see you! I need to see you! I'm dying in a month, and then everyone will forget about me!" I could hear her pleads for a saviour, for help. I put the phone down and sat back down. I dropped my head into my hands, the overwhelming shock overcoming me.

The hospital was cold, bright white, and stark. I could see the amount of people in there, with broken arms or or legs. I walked up to the nurse, her expression cold, and stoic. I looked to her, hesitantly. "Frank Iero or Father Iero, I really don't care, currently. Could you just show me where Nova Connors is? I'm her boyfriend." The nurse would look up at me from her computer. "Right this way, Father Iero." The nurse led me to Nova's hospital room. It was a dramatic difference from the waiting rooms and halls, with warm lights, wooden accents and brightly coloured bedsheets. I saw her frail, hollowed out and fatigued looking face. I sat on the chair next to her bed. She looked at me with a warm smile, tears pricking her eyes. "Hey, Frankie." Her usually soft and elegant voice was now hoarse, and rough. "Hey, honey. H-How are you?" I'd ask her. I tried to halt the shakiness in my voice, to no avail. "Well, as good as I could get for a cancer patient." She'd laugh. That's something I admired about her. She managed to stay positive, anywhere. "Well, how should we spend our time together. Hey, maybe when you get better I can take you to that football game." I'd smile at the thought. We've been many times before, but now it'd be special. Now it'd be important. A smile spread across her own face, as she gently stroked my knuckles with her thin thumb. "I love you, Frankie." I'd look down, a small smile still tugging the corners of my mouth, along with some tears dripping down my cheeks. "Hey, hey, I encourage your smiles, I expect you to not cry, Frankie. We'll stay positive, together."
I looked back up at her face, her eyebrows were furrowed. "Right, right, sorry.." I muttered. She sighed, and said "When I die, could you have a party at my funeral? I want my life to be celebrated. I want you to get drunk, party, hook-up.." I smiled and let out a soft chuckle. Having a party instead of a classic funeral would be nice. "Your wishes will be granted, Milady." I said, with a smile spread across my face, along with a kiss on her frail knuckles. A doctor would walk in, with a piece of paper and pen. "Mr Iero? Could you please sign these papers? It's just to let us know if we're able to do chemo." A smile spread across my face, akin to hers. She might survive, she'd be able to live a full life! "Yes, of course, happily." I immediately started signing the papers, scanning over the questions.

Normal POV
Ray would walk back inside of his house, being greeted with his wife getting ready for work. "C'mon, May, you haven't even eaten dinner yet. At least stay for food." May, or Mayumi looked up at Ray, a scorn on her face. "Raymond, you know I have to get to work. The guys already cyanotic and in shockey. If I don't get there he'll die." Ray sighed and crossed his arms. "There's other doctors." May's scorn turned into shock, as she stepped closer to him. "I have to go to work."
Ray grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. She turned on her heel to face Ray, "Raymond Toro, if you do not let go of me I will purposely work on your days off!" Ray would let go of her arm, and sighed. "Alright, fine." May stormed out of the door, feeling a pang of guilt at how she treated Ray.

Ray sat at the table, and picked at his food. He didn't really eat, he just turned it with his fork. He'd notice a bright yellow post-it-note on his kitchen side, and he got up to look at it. It read as, "Hey Ray and Mayumi!! Just letting you know you should get better wine. It was very disgusting, and it tastes like.. ASS. GET BETTER WINE!!".-Gerard xoxo." Ray sighed as he threw the post-it away. He always knew Gee had a bit of a criminal record for breaking and entering houses and buildings for random stuff, but it was still a pain in the ass.

Mikey would lay some food out for Gee, knowing he'd forget to do it. "Alright, foods ready, I'm ready.. Finally, bed." Mikey just barely got upstairs, his fatigued body aching after a long day of contemplating his life. He'd flop onto his bed and almost immediately fall asleep. He'd be awaken by the sound of Gerard slamming the door shut, and entering the bedroom. "I left food out." "Not hungry. Sorry, Mikey." Mikey sighed, and shut his eyes again. "Love you, Gee." Gerard would jump into bed in his grey baggy underwear. "Love you too, Mikey." They'd both shut their eyes and fall asleep, the soft bristle of the wind coming through the windows making their arm and leg hairs stick up slightly.

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