I Have Friends in Holy Spaces

Epilogue

Gerard Way was a fantastic person, but with a fantastic person comes fantastic demons. He got straight A's, participated in Drama Club and Art Club(he was president), and had a scholarship for NYU full ride. It seemed like he was living the perfect life.

But behind closed doors was a different story.

  Everybody loved Elena Way; she was the kind of person that made it hard to hate. Her kind words inspired many children from long ago to achieve their dreams and be successful in their lives and often they come back to thank her for encouraging them. She was the kind of person that made you smile every time she walked out of her house to go to the groceries and you would help her.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the Elena Way that presented herself to Gerard. What Gerard saw was who she really was; the vile disgusting creature who had a gun for a mouth and bullets for words, and unfortunately he didn't have Kevlar.

It started when he was younger, just simple sayings any grandmother would do like, "Don't eat all those sweets, you'll get fat." Then as Gerard grew older, it evolved with the times. "You worthless good for nothing," she often spat, "It's no mystery to why you have no friends; you just sit there and do nothing. Why your mother didn't have one child I don't know."

Gerard, though being torn apart bit by bit inside, had never shown it on the outside near his friends or his brother; if Mikey ever found out how Elena treated Gerard he'd be  torn. It went on for years like this; crying himself to sleep at night and act like nothing had happened the next morning. However, it doesn't take long to break something when it already has so many cracks.

It happened on a stormy night in July; the incessant downpour of rain and crashes of thunder made it a very easy thing to do. Elena had fallen asleep, novel still lodged in between her fingers and the light still on. In the other room, a broken boy was lying awake in his bed, tears staining his cheeks as he thought about the insults thrown at him by his grandmother.

   Worthless
     Fat ass
    Better off dead

   He closed his eyes for a moment and tried sleep, but tonight he just couldn't. "No more," he said to himself multiple times, starting soft and shaky then evolving into a loud and irate voice. Gerard stood up from his bed and looked in a nearby mirror; he could see the hatred fuming around him and the murderous look in his eyes as he shook his head and said through gritted teeth, "No more."

Quietly, he walked out of his room, light on his feet to make sure he wouldn't make the wooden floor creak; her bedroom was just down the hall. A million thoughts raced over his mind, all of them voices whispering no, but this time he didn't want to listen to his thoughts, he wanted to listen to silence.

Thunder pounded against the sky, creating a loud boom that surely would have waken everybody in the family up, but not Elena. She was in bed, sleeping like a rock; Gerard tiptoed across the room and grabbed a nearby pillow slowly, making sure she wouldn't stir.

He placed the pillow inches above her peaceful face and halted for just a slight moment; he was about to commit murder. Did he really want to do this? Once he did it, she wouldn't come back and become nicer to him. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he pressed the pillow on to her face and began to smother her. Elena obviously had woken up and tried desperately to break free and get some air, but it was no use. Mere minutes later, she had stopped struggling and Gerard lifted the pillow off her face.  He ran back into his room and put on a glove, then continued to check her pulse; it wasn't there. Gerard said nothing as he took the glove off and walked back into his room silently, the storm his only witness.

   It was because of Elena that Gerard had a broken self esteem. It was because of Elena that he now had blood on his hands and guilt heavy in his heart. It was because of Elena that he had bought a Ouija board in hopes of contacting her but instead contacted a demon.

And to some extent, it was because of Elena that Gerard was dead.

The funeral for him was about a week after he died; they wanted to give me some time to rest and heal my wounds so that I could go to the funeral and bid him goodbye like everyone else. Yes, miraculously I had survived and honest to God I don't know how I did.

Everything had changed so much during this Christmas break; I had lost not one, but two of my friends (Pete and I thought it would be best to separate ways for a while, it could be forever...who knows?) and nearly lost my life. Snow was sprinkling from the sky as the service droned on and I hated it; I hated that the snow didn't care. All it worried about was where it was going to fall, not who was it going to fall on.

The service was closed casket and I thought it was best for it to be that way; I didn't want to face him one last time and I guess neither did Mikey. I glanced over at him and saw him staring at the casket longingly, as if he wished for Gerard to be back; we all did, but we knew it was probably best if he never did. Finally, after an hour of hearing his life story, the person who spoke stepped off the podium and we all stood up from our seats to go say goodbye.

I took my place in line, clutching my stomach as I did so; I was let out early for the funeral and it still hurt like a bitch standing up. Behind me, I heard someone's throat clear and I turned to see that it was Pete. It had felt like forever since we last talked and I wanted to hug him so bad and I knew he felt the same.

"So this is it, eh?" He said quietly. I looked back at the casket and nodded; everybody else had left and it was just us now. "Time to bury the past along with him," I answered and placed a bouquet of black and red roses on the casket. Pete advanced near me and did the same, placing another bouquet of roses on the casket.

We stood there in front of the casket and stared at the picture of Gerard they had brought. He was younger in the photo, about our age and he was smiling brightly as he looked up at the camera. "How old was he anyway?" Pete asked me, not taking his eyes off the photo. "Twenty-five, would have turned twenty-six in April," I replied, recalling what was said in the service. "You made out with a twenty-five year old man," Pete chuckled and I did too, it was the first time we laughed together in a while and it felt good.

He soon looked down and checked the time on his watch before starting to leave, saying, "It was nice to talk to you again, Frank. See you around school sometime." I smiled ruefully and whispered a goodbye to him and as I watched him leave, I sat down on the cold hard ground and began to cry. I cried for Pete, I cried for Gerard, I cried for Brendon, and I cried for myself. And mostly, I cried about the fact that everything in the end turned out horribly fine.

After a few minutes, I stood up, wiped my tears and brushed myself off, and walked out of the cemetery like nothing ever happened at all, the snow still falling from the sky like it did all those nights ago.

And that concludes I Have Friends In Holy Spaces! Thanks you guys for reading, voting, and commenting on this and patiently waiting for my updates when they were out of schedule. I had lots of fun writing this and personally think it's my best writing so far.

I don't know what's in the future for me so far, but I know it's probably going to be another Frerard; I've been working on a one-shot and I have tons of story drafts so if you want, keep an eye out for that. But as of this moment, I won't be writing for another while.

Update: this is the last fanfiction im going to write on this account for an indefinite amount of time. Thanks for being so supportive of this story and everything else but it's time for me to go a different route in writing. 4/20/17 (lol blaze it)

Well anyway, vote, comment, that good stuff.
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