Damn it's finally in order. If there are repeated chapters, sorry.
Updated every time I feel like updating.
SAD ENDING CONFIRMED*
One choice to save the country.
But that same choice might fail.
It is all up to America.
On how they'll defend them...
And that's when I opened my eyes. Wait...I wasn't dead?! I looked at my soldier's uniform...wait what the hell I am wearing white?! Just so suddenly, I thought about Frank and Mikey, lamenting over my body. A wave of nausea hit me, then slowly, I was forgetting about everything that happened. Mikey...he's my brother....Frank...my tentmate...or was he...? A bullet shot me...in the....in the....I can't....wait who's Frank....? Gerard is my name... Gerard... who is he? I felt so confused that I began to sit up. I thought for a moment. Who am I again? I stood up and found a mirror. I screamed. I looked like an alien that was hesitant about choosing her clothes! (And yes, I looked like a total b *tch) "I don't wear white!" I screamed a little too loudly. "Gerard Arthur Lee Way." I flinched. I knew that name. It sounded so familiar... "Hey, you. That is your name." I pointed to myself. "Me? I'm Gerard? Wow, nice name!" "I demand your presence now." I nodded a yes and tiptoed outside. I then lost my breath for a second. I was in front of the gates in heaven, and the saint guy was there. Saint Peter...? Or St... ah f*ck it. "Gerard Way..died because of a bullet through his heart..." I flinched again. "I did?" He nodded. "Yes, Gerard." The saint studied me. "Fine guy. Has a mother named Donna Lee and a father named Donald Way." I nodded. "Ooh, really?" I asked. The saint shrugged. "They went here, in your place, being judged. So tell me...what do you want?" Without another thought, I said, "Black clothes." The saint looked at me. "But you will be entering heaven..." I grunted. "Hey listen to this, St. Peter. Am I correct?" "Correct." "Describe Heaven." He simply shrugged. "Simple. It's a state of being where all you feel is happiness, joy, et cetera." "If wearing my black clothes is my happiness, why can't I just wear black? Since I'm going to a place of joy, I should be happy with what I'm wearing." St. Peter thought about this. "So God really spilled the entire contents of the sass cup on this guy..." he muttered. He smiled. "Wish granted. Enter the gates of heaven." I looked down on my clothes and then it turned black, just the was I like it. I smiled. Dying and going to heaven is great after all.
When I entered the gates of heaven, I was completely lost. I had no idea where I was, who I am, what I am and how was I made. I faced St. Peter. "Why don't I know my own name?" St. Peter gave a reassuring smile. "Your memory will return once someone from your life dies and sees you again." I grinned. "That's sweet!" Before I could walk away, a voice stopped my tracks. "Gerard...?" I turned, then all my memories came flooding back at once. My memories with Elena Lee, Donald Way, Donna Lee and Patrick Stump came in first. I was three, and they were coaxing me to draw something. I drew a picture of Mikey, who was cradled in my mom's arms. Then my memories with Mikey hit me next. Mikey and I were drunk, and we were playing kickball with Ray. Ray's memories came up next. He was teaching me on how to play the guitar. Once I mastered the song, I tried to sing but failed. Both of us just laughed at it. Then it hit me. Frank. My eyes welled up with tears. I was dead, and I left him.
I cried tears of joy as I hugged Mikey. "Mikey! I missed you! I love you so so much...." Mikey looked down. "Sorry, brother." I was about to ask why, but then it struck me. Mikey was dead too. "MIKEY WAY WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE ALREADY? WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT LIVING YOUR LIFE WHAT DID I SAY-" Mikey just looked at me with those guilty eyes. "Brother...I couldn't get over yoyr death. So I avenged you and killed people' til I saw Patrick in danger. He-he's gone too." I gasped. "Patrick?! Where is he?" Mikey shrugged. "Dunno. Continuing with the story, I was shot because I wasn't looking. There. I died. " I nodded. "Fine. Whatever. At least you're with me now." Then we hugged once more. "Um..can you just do that inside Heaven? Imma 'bout to be judged here." Mikey and I turned around to find Patrick all in white. "What are you waiting for? Move along and- Mikey and Gerard, is that you?"
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We nodded, then we quickly hugged each other, sobbing and wetting our clothes. "Patrick...you're okay..." I sobbed. Patrick sniffed. "You know, I'm just so proffessional." Mikey was the first to let go. "Um...let's do it inside. Um...the talking part." We all agreed and entered the gates of heaven. We found a garden and paced around it. The wind tickled my skin and the leaves danced, giving a soothing feeling. After some moments of silence, Patrick looked at my clothes. "Hey! Why are your clothes black? Unfair!" he said playfully. I smiled. "Magic." Then we all began to laugh, knowing the world can never catch us now.
We went to the Spirit Lounge, where all deceased souls from heaven lounge in. We were drinking, not wine, but the best coffee in the world, or in short, my coffee.
Sike, Mikey's way better.
We were sipping and talking about our past life, and then Mikey brought up something. "Hey guys. Did your memories erase for at least a moment? Mine did, but it came back quickly when I saw Gerard." I nodded. "Man, it was like hell. Yes, I experienced it. I forgot my own name!" Patrick laughed. "I forgot how to play the guitar!" We all laughed together. Patrick then said, "Have you heard? You can go to Earth still! But as a ghost! Max time though each day is 1 hour." Mikye and I looked at each other. "Amazing...." we muttered together.
Suddenly, just like in movies, a "hot" girl (for Patrick) passed by in slow motion. I'll try to describe it in Patrick's POV
"Patrick" 's POV
We were just sipping our coffee, and TBH, it was the best coffee ever. All of us were laughing until suddenly, something caught my eyes. I saw a flash of her bright-red glasses and I knew it was her. I heard someone calling out my name, but I didn't turn. I was too mezmerized by Elisa's beauty. She totally rocked that white dress, but her shoes..doesn't match the dress so much. But I didn't care. She was perfect just the way she was. Ugh. (Sorry, Patrick)
And I was like, "Gurrrrl. The white dress with those shoes? Seriously?" Oops, sorry. That was me, Gerard.
"Elisa?" I said softly. Elisa turned to my direction. "Patrick?" We looked at each other, then we ran to each other and hugged like the world was ending. But the world ended for us, so we didn't care.
Mikey and I looked at each other and said, "Let's get outta here." Then we quickly headed to our tents. I mean- rooms. And again, that was Gerard Way speaking.
Back to my real self. According to Mikey, my narrative skills were impressive. I grinned. "You know? I 'm just so proffessional." Mikey slapped my arm. "St*pid." We arrived at our room. How we knew our room we don't know. We opened the door and found the best room ever yet. It was totally heaven. Oh wait...we really are in heaven. We rushed to the TV and slumped down on the couch and watched stuff. After some moments of watching, I turned to Mikey. "I miss Frank." Mikey nodded. "I miss Pete." Then we looked at each other. "How about...let's visit them. Ready?" Mikey grinned. "F*cking ready."
