Can't Lose You {Frerard}

Lindsey No.

"Lindsey please don't" I said bursting through he door and pulling the pill bottle from her hands. "Frank I don't wanna do this anymore. I don't wanna have this life. No one can take the pain away not even you Frankie." She said in a pitiful voice. "Lindsey, I love you, your parents love you, a lot of people love you and you cannot do this" I said grabbing her wrists so she couldn't hit or throw. "I'm afraid it's too late. I love you so much" she fell out of my grip onto the floor. I fell to the floor with her and tried to shake her and tell her it wasn't over but she was almost gone. I heard her faint tiny heartbeat and I knew it wouldn't last for long. I called 911 and after they said they would come I carried her to the couch and tried to get any response out of her. Suddenly I felt her heartbeat drop. I fell into her chest sobbing onto the place where her heart used to beat. It used to have such an irregular beat but, irregular in a beautiful way. She was always to alive and awake, ready for anything. Between sobs I began to shake her shoulders and scream. "Lindsey come back! Please! Come back I'll make it all better!," I choked out another sob and began to lightly speak. "Lindsey please come back to me" I rested my head upon her cold, pale collarbones. The ER techs bursted through the door with the gurney. I backed away and wiped my hair from my face. "Sir what happened?" The ER tech asked me and there were only a few words that I could bare to say. "She's gone. Please save her" I fell to the floor and they rushed out of the door with her. The last glimpse of her that I saw was her long, oily black hair hanging off of the gurney. She was in her plaid shirt and iron maiden t-shirt which was now tear stained because of me. I couldn't do anything. I kept seeing her in a coffin. I would see her green eyes flashing in the sun while we were at the park. Then I saw her in the morgue. I would see her doing a backbend. Then I would see her pale face in a black dress in a coffin. I stood up and threw the lamp at the wall. I heard every piece shatter. I threw the vinyl records shelf down to the floor and watched all the records crumble to pieces. I threw the coffee cup onto the table and watched the coffee splatter across the glass surface. Lindsey come back please. Come back. Come back. Come back. Come back. I miss you. Come back!