My Killjoy Story

Chapter 40; Goodbye My Baby Boy..

Chapter 40; Goodbye My Baby Boy..

Wow, chapter 40! What a number! I can’t believe I’ve got this far! I’ve started writing the final chapter of this beloved story, It is beginning to come near its end. I can’t give you guys an estimate at how many chapters are left, but I would say quite a few are still to come<3 I’m so proud to say you guys are my fans and you are my fans because I wrote a story about my favourite band, It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished a big thing in life. I’m so happy to have you guys as my fans and I can’t believe your still reading xD<3 I love you all sooooooooooo much<333 HollyIero<33 xoxo

-Wren’s P.O.V-

I felt myself in the darkness, I was still alive, just unconscious. I felt my stomach go slightly numb, then some mumbling. Then I felt it. The one thing I never wanted to feel, I felt something sharp go across my stomach. Then I felt my child, my little baby be pulled out of me. I heard loud crying, I wanted to smile, I wanted to hold it, but I couldn’t. I felt different, I felt like I could feel the baby’s emotions. I could feel Frank’s presence, and then I heard his quiet mumblings to our child.

A few moments later I felt nothing. I felt nothing of my baby. Then I heard Frank sob loudly. No. Please. No. I opened my eyes a tiny bit and saw Dr D cutting thread; I looked at my stomach and gasped. I had a big line of stitches going across my stomach, Dr D looked down at me sympathetically. “I’m sorry Wren…” he said quietly before leaving the room. I let a small tear fall as I touched the line of stitches. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up seeing a teary eyed Mikey, and I let out a chocked sob. “Where’s the baby.” I said bluntly letting more tears fall down my cheeks, already knowing where it was. I heard Frank sobbing, I looked to the side of Mikey.

Frank was on the ground, clutching a small pile of blankets to his chest. “No...” I whispered as he sobbed more. He glanced in our direction slightly and he got up slowly, he looked down at the small pile of blankets and began to walk over. I sat up slightly and Frank put the pile of blankets down onto my lap. I looked up at Frank not daring to look down, “Eugine.. Eugine Way Iero…” he said quietly with tears falling each couple of seconds before walking out of the room quietly. I heard a few mumbles from outside, then crying and screaming. I heard quiet footsteps of people walking away. I heard quiet sobbing outside of the door, I knew it was Holly. I could tell it was her from her sobs.

“Mikey, can I be alone for a minute…” I said looking at the wall opposite me, still not daring to look at the dead baby boy. I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye and he walked over to the door, he looked back at me worriedly then opened the door to step out. Holly’s cries were so painful to my ears now, she knew what I was going through and I knew what she as going through. Mikey left the room and closed the door behind him, I looked back at the wall in front of me. I sniffed and I finally dared to look down at my baby boy.

A tear slid down my face as I saw him, looking up at me. I felt like my whole world had been destroyed. I only carried the boy for a few months, but he was still my child. I slowly got the courage to pick him up. I put my hand under his tiny head, and my other hand under his barely formed legs. I picked him up gently and cradled him carefully in my arms as I re-adjusted myself so he at least would have been comfortable. His eyes were Frank’s... They looked pained, hurt. I let more tears fall down my cheeks as I touched his small face, I closed his small eye lids. I saw his small, barely formed, bones in his tiny hands. I brought him up to my face and kissed his small forehead before covering the rest of his small body with the small blanket he had been held in.

"Goodbye My Baby Boy.." I said before I burst into frantic sobs.