(This is a short chapter guys. Let me know how it is. Sorry it's so short just wanted you guys to have an update.)
"Gerard don't call again. You boys can everything there including the house but stay away from us. If you ever call again I'll have you arrested for harassment. Goodbye!" and she hang up. I was in shock. I put the phone up and walked zombie like to the living room where Frank sat. He looked so adorable laying there like that. My moms words were ringing in my head distracting me from my amazing boyfriend.
I walked to my room and grabbed my sketch book. I took a pencil and wrote a note to Frank. Then I tore it out and laid it on my bed. I wrote one to Ray and Mikey and laid it next to Franks. I read over them both and was satisfied with what I had written. I walked to the living room with my notes and laid them in front of Frank. He was a sleep still so he didn't see me.
I watched him for a moment. Thoughts cluttered my mind. What's going to happen to him? Will he forget me? Of course he will. Everyone will. Even my parents will forget. I'll be that person who they use to know. I'll be a clouded memory in everyone's mind and they'll eventually even forget my name. I'll be that person who they remember once in a decade.
I felt a tear go down my cheek and I walked to the bathroom. I sat down in the floor and thought about what I was doing. Was it logical? No. Did I want to? I had no answer for that one. I found myself growing bored and even more tired of this. I reached behind the toilet and grabbed my pain killer. Finally all my suffering would end.
I put it to my head and pulled the trigger. I was suddenly in the dark. I must've sat there an hour waiting for the aftermath of my decision. I heard a blood curdling scream and someone crying. Then I heard talking. I recognized the voice. It was my frank. He was calling an ambulance. Suddenly I could see. I was next to Frank. I looked across the room and it was me. I was lying on the floor and my head was dripping blood. I looked dead. Wait... how could I see myself? Am I finally dead?
Suddenly Frank moved and the paramedics ran in. One yelled "He's not breathing!" and he started CPR and then the other held a rag to my gun shot wound. I suddenly felt an extreme pain in my head. How could I feel pain I was dead? Then I was face to face with the paramedic. "He's got a pulse!" I looked behind him to see Frank a crying mess on the floor. He was hugging the note I had written. I weakly breathed out "Frank..." and blacked out. I felt guilty and selfish. I wanted to take back everything I had done. My last conscious thought was "Am I going to live?"
