Remember Me (Frerard) (Complete)

Chapter Four

"Gerard...? Gerard, wake up,"

Gerard opened his eyes to see Ray kneeling next to his bed. "Hm...? Ray?"

"Yeah, it's me," Ray said. "I have to show you something. It's really important..."

Gerard sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?" he asked, looking out the window and noticing it was dark outside.

"1:30 AM, but that doesn't matter," Ray said. "C'mon, before Mikey gets back!" he grabbed Gerard's wrist and pulled him off the bed.

"Whoa, slow down!" Gerard said, trying not to fall over as Ray pulled him through the hotel room. "Why before Mikey gets back? Where's Mikey?" Gerard decided it would be best to just not mention the fact that he had slept for a really long time, only a few hours after he slept a full night. Then again, the night before's sleep had been pretty restless.

"I'll explain on the way, let's just go!" Ray said, opening Gerard's door and running out into the hallway, quickly closing the door behind them. He sped over to the elevator, pulling Gerard with him, and walked inside, pressing the button for the fourth floor. "Okay, Mikey went to this club, and I was in his room, just hanging out, and he's hiding something from you!" Ray finally explained, panting a little.

"Wait, what is he hiding from me?" Gerard asked, feeling slightly confused, but mostly just tired.

"I... I don't know how to explain it, but you'll see." Ray said, as the elevator opened. He grabbed Gerard's wrist again and pulled him out of the elevator and started speed-walking down the hall to Mikey's hotel room. Once they got there, Ray unlocked the door and walked inside, still pulling Gerard with him.

"How did you get the key to Mikey's room?" Gerard asked, and then he remembered something else too. "How did you get the key to myroom?"

"The manager trusts me the most, so he gave me the emergency keys." Ray replied, grinning.

Gerard rolled his eyes. "Of course he did,"

"But never mind that, I have to show you!" Ray said, running over to Mikey's bed. He reached under the bed and pulled a magazine out from underneath. Ray walked quickly back over to Gerard and handed him the magazine. "Here,"

Gerard looked at the magazine, first noticing that it had a picture of him and Frank on the cover. So, what? There were a lot of magazines that had stuff about the band. But then he saw what the magazine said. Gerard read the words above the picture several times, but he just could not wrap his head around what it said.

Gerard Way kills his best friend, possibly even his boyfriend, by pushing him off the stage.

"W-What...?" Gerard said, his voice shaky. "I... I-I don't understand..." he started to tear up, and no matter how many times he told himself that he had already cried too much or that he had no tears left, he couldn't stop himself from crying. He didn't sob, he just quietly weeped into his hands as he tried to remind himself that it wasn't true. Was it true? It couldn't be. Could it?

Ray put a hand on Gerard's shoulder. "It's okay, Gee, everyone knows this isn't true..."

Gerard lifted his head and looked at Ray. "Not everyone knows! People are probably believing this sh*t! And... and..."

"Gerard, we all know you would never kill Frank," Ray said, trying to sound reassuring.

"I wouldn't k-k-kill Frank on p-purpose..." Gerard said, his whole body shaking, his eyes wide and filled with tears. "W-When he fell... I-I let go of h-him... and he f-f-fell... I k-k-killed him..."

"Okay, one, Frank isn't dead, and two, it's not your fault!" Ray said. "Something was obviously going on with Frank at the time. I mean, he threw his guitar on the ground and kissed you! Well... the kissing part was normal."