Keep Me Close (My Chemical Romance)

It's Never Too Late

Zaras POV

Frank was driving fast and he didn't even look on the road. The lights started to pass us faster and faster as we still hadn't seen Gerard. 

"Frank, did he mean it?" My mind was set on the text

"Mean what?" His voice cracked 

"You know... Like me." 

"Oh, Zara, stop the bull shit! we both know that what he said was real and you were just so... so ignorant and selfish!" 

"SELFISH? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??" I was shocked for his fords

"You know that's not what I wanted to say." He sounded calm now

"Frank. I'm not sure if you are following the things that are going on around you, but my dad... passed away, a few days ago. Gerard did, well, you know what he did, and you ALL knew about it. He was just playing with me." I didn't care if Frank saw me cry, so I didn't even bother to cover up my face. 

"Do you want me to tell you Gerards story? I know it pretty well, I was there. Gerard didn't do anything, and if you don't believe me, ask the people who bullied him, why they did it. He got cut in school, he was called names and it was the normal thing to do. Mikey almost killed him self, because he was bullied too, he cut his arms too deep and when he got to the hospital, there was no telling if he was alive. He was bullied just because of the fact that Gerard is his brother. I didn't have friends and when I found them, the whole school knew. I remember the night I spent in school, because the cool guys locked me in a school locker. Gerard was the one who let me out in the first place and he was the only one who knew that I was, and still are, claustropobic. Gerard blamed him self for the things that happened, even if he wasn't the guilty one. An then came the drinking, the cutting and the smoking. Zara, he thought that you understod him, but you didn't talk to him, you talked to Gee. Now he is trying to kill him self. Tell me, do you really not care if he is dead or alive?"

His voice was shaking. I didn't really know about his problems that well... He never told me. I know that I have problems, but it looks like he had them too, we had it just about the same. So why am I alive and happy, while he is not? God, no! I know that he is alive, and we will find him!

"Frank, where would Gerard want to go? Did he ever tell you about a favourite spot?" 

"He didn't, I don't remember anyway."

"Wait. Did he ever draw some place special or maybe some place he liked?" I got this wild idea, he used to draw pretty well and maybe he drew the place he loved the most. I would want to die in the place I love the most.

"He used to draw his grandmothers grave. He loved his grandmother and he was really depressed when she died." 

"Where is it?? The place where her grave was?" I asked wanting to know the answer as fast as I could.

"It's a few minutes, maybe a half an hour away from here. A small, but sweet place." He sniffed.

"Frank, go there! NOW!" I yelled and he started going faster.

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Gerards POV

What is wrong with me?? Why did I send her the message? She doesn't even care. 

"Please help me, Gran', why does it hurt so bad?" I sobbed like a coward next to my Grandmothers grave. 

"I want to be with you! Why did you ever leave?! Please help me!" I felt the pocket knife in my back pocket sting me. It felt like it was giving me a sign. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I fell on my knees and took out the knife of my pocket and fliped it open.

"No one will cry about this. Why would they?!" 

I put the blade on my cheek and cut all the way down to my neck. But this time, I still felt the pain, not the one that the cut gave me, but the one about my life.

"WHY CAN'T I FORGET?!" I yelled as I put the blade on my wrist verticaly, so they couldn't save me. There was no way out of this.

I pushed the blade, but something made me pull away. Someone was grabbing both of my wrists and held them both up, next to their chest.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled, but I felt a small streem of blood run down my wrist, just like my tears down my cheeks.

"Gerard, please, sto-" A known mans voice was pleeding

"SHUT UP AND GO AWAY! CAN YOU LET ME DIE??? PLEASE!" I screemed in my last breaths

"Gerard, STOP!" Now I know this man. Frank.

"GO AWAY!!!" I started to pull my wrists out of his hands, but he was still holding on. "Please, LET ME DIE-" 

I was cut off by a warm and a fast feeling. A human was wraping his hands around me and squeezed me. It felt so warm and so pleasing. I was out of my breath and I was tired. Frank let my arms go, as I was still screeming/sobbing while the person was holding, I could say, huging me.

I dropped the knife on the ground and felt the person pulling away from my body and I lowered my head to see who it was. 

"No...NO!" I sobbed and covered my face with my hands. 

Infront of me sat a crying Zara. Her dress was dirty as she was looking at me with a smile on her face.

"I thought you... died!" She whispered

"I did. A long time ago. Not like you care, I know what I did to you, I'm sorry " I was sobbing and I couldn't even get the words out of me "Im truly sorr-" I was about to apologieze, but she didn't let me finish.

I felt her grabbing my sholders and pulling me closer to her. I have never... I had never kissed a girl before. She was so warm, I could feel how she was holding my head with both of her hands and I was just sitting there, starting to remember the reasons I sent her the text.

She pulled apart and looked me in the eyes. I couldn't believe what had just happened. She smiled, but the tears were still on her cheeks.

She lifted her arm, put it on my cheek and traced the cut I just cuted. Her smile faded and I felt so angry with my self.

"I'm sorry. I know, I didn't think. I am a coward" 

"Shut up. Shut-the-fuck-up. You know why I like you? Because you put all needs before yours. This one time think about you. We would all be sad if YOU would have done this. Gerard Arthur Way, this is the first time I trust these words. I love you."

"Zara, think about what you are saying" I corrected her

"Gerard, do not piss me off! I know what I am saying! I LOVE YOU." I wasn't able to put this all together. It was just too good to be true.

"Hey, Gerard." A shivering mans voice said 

"Frank, I-" I was trying to escape this talk

"Listen here, you little shit! You could have told me about this. I knew that you had it bad, but I did, still do, too! Dude, what happened to <We are going to make this world a better place together>? If you leave, I leave too, that's how it works. That is how BEST FRIENDS do it." He stoped and took it all in "Man, I thought you were going to die!" and he started crying

Maybe I do have something to live for. Maybe, no, I am sure of it, I have friends.

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