Am I Really Evie Way?

And It All Comes Down To This

(Evie's POV)

-three weeks later-

I woke up eventually to the pain, dull at first then fast and agressive. The doctors had me on various liquid forms of medicine. Gerard, Frank and Mikey came to see me when I was too drugged up to speak. Gerard was a sobbing mess, Frank had his arms wrapped around his waist and Mikey held my hand as he calmed himself down by rubbing circles into my skin with his thumb.
That scared me. Seeing Gerard like that and seeing Mikey like that. It near enough broke me. I don't know how I could go on from this at all.

"Dad.... Gerard?" I whisper, looking over at him from my hospital bed, trying not to show the tears that threaten to break free. "I - I can't do this."
"Can't do what?" Gerard asks worriedly, hazel eyes shining bright as Frank shies away into the corner of the hospital room. They now always come here together. Never apart anymore.
"This! You all lie to me and then I go and attempt fucking suicide!! How - how do you think I feel?!"
"E...." Gerard breathes.
"No, Gerard! I've had enough!"
"Evie, maybe you should wait. Think it through?" Frank offers, his eyes round with shock at my outburst.
Of course everyone thinks I'm crazy now. But no. I don't want this anymore.
Who would when they get lied to about their entire life that they do suicide? And then it don't fucking work.
"No." I say coldly.
"B-but, E...." Gerard cries. This time Frank rushes over and wraps his arms around Gerard's waist. "You're my daughter."
I sigh and then shake my head, seeing Gerard and Frank cry silently, or in Gerard's case, loudly.
"No. I don't want to be your daughter anymore. I am not Evie Way. I am Evie Daniels."

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That was three years ago. I was only fifteen, innocent fifteen. Now I'm eighteen saving up for university, which I plan on going to get a degree. My parents suggest art or music but I'm adamant on English and writing. I just want to write. Write all my troubles away. Get lost in the worlds I can spin, can weave, can make from thin air and people can fall in love with.

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After I wake up to a silent house, I go downstairs in my pyjamas. Since finishing school I rarely go out of the house unless I have a shift at the café where I work. Today's a Monday, so I don't, and my parents are at work.
I put some canned cat food down for Gremlin, who's aged so much. He's skinnier, fur coming out in clumps and his teeth fall out at a constant rate. But he's still my baby.
I hear the letterbox flick open and closed so I walk to the hallway and see a smart looking pale lilac envelope on the dark wooden floor.

Miss Evie Daniels

I bend down and awkwardly take it, opening it there and then. I freeze when I see the simple words in bold -

You are invited to the wedding of Frank Anthony Iero and Gerard Arthur Way

Well fuck.

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Hope you enjoyed this all (*cue evil laugh*)

And this is technically the end, ik there is a possibility of a sequel from this but it won't happen for quite a while if I do write it.

Buuut, I rly just hope you enjoyed it. I had fun writing it, then freaked when I reached writer's block, then got back into a pattern of writing eventually.

Then finished the TOMDIGW sequel.

I really can't believe it!!

Comment and vote!!

Lemlyn :))