Replay (Frerard)

Prologue

Here's the prologue!

I think I'm going to alternate writing my stories, I'm going to try to write my Frank one, but I think I'll be updating this, and my side Frerard one more...

I thought of the story a lot more last night, and I've done lot of planning for it, and I'm going to be writing the first chapter right after this is posted. This story will probably have a lot of chapters, those being separated into two main parts. The chapters will also be in sub-parts, and I'll title them accordingly (Ex. After - Day 1, pt I) The story is pretty complicated, and it will be pretty confusing at first, like the After, and Before parts, even I'm kinda confused about them... Basically, After will be in Gerard's POV, and Before will be in Frank's. The second part, (Before) Will be very short, maybe one or two chapters. It's basically before Gerard's death, the day it happened, but in Frank's POV. (it doesn't make sense now but trust me on this)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this pretty long prologue.

~ Alex

They say that your whole life flashes before your eyes when you die. That in the last remaining seconds before your death, your whole life would be recapped. All the memories, the stories, everything all being played in the short amount of time.

Did I believe this? No.

Did I want this to happen to me? No.

The 17 long years I've been on this planet have been filled with nothing but regret, unwanted memories, and horrors. Why would I want to relive through them again? I barely made it the first time round. When I finally manage to get out of here, in no way do I want to watch all the terrors that brought me to my lowest point. Even if it did mean I would never be able to see my nicest ones. I'd go out not with a bang, but with a whimper, and that would be that.

I wasn't scared of death, it all came to us in the very end no matter what we did; and though it did cause my eight year-old self trauma, my revelation had turned me, and changed me into a new person. I handled things with a 'fuck-it' mood, and I stopped caring about everything, nothing mattered anyway. We all died, the mark we left on the world didn't matter, since it would be replaced in time. All my friends disappeared with my happiness, and suddenly, I was just an empty shell. I had nothing, and I was worth nothing; and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

The whole, 'life flashing before your eyes thing', was in fact pretty terrifying for me, it was the only thing I wasn't looking forward to.Even though there's no proof of it actually happening, there's a slight chance that it does. Human beings are weird things, we don't exactly know where we came from, or if there's a big man upstairs watching everything we do; so the whole theory thing, could actually happen, and that scares the living shit out of me. I didn't have a great life, and I obviously did not want to remember it, or be the final moments before my death. 'Some things are better left buried, and forgotten' my grandma would say, and that's exactly what I did. All I wanted to do was leave, being buried in a box, forgotten, like my memories.

If my life did flash before my eyes, I guess there would be a few things I would like to remember. The times were I felt truly happy, and at bliss, were my greatest memories, and I wouldn't mind that being the last things I saw. Like the time my friend, Ray and I went to our very first concert, or the weekends I spent with my grandma. Or the time I played Peter pan in my school play, and discovered my love for singing, or the time my art teacher started giving me lessons, telling me that I had true natural talent. My family, friends, concerts, and art were honestly the only thing that made me happy, but before I died, these things didn't flash before my eyes. Before I died, I didn't think about my Grandma Elena, my paintings, Ray, or my mom. I didn't think about the time Mikey almost killed himself with a toaster, or the time I accidentally fell out of my window; anything that I thought was important, seemed to be wiped out of my mind.