POSSIBLY TRIGGERING (short chapter sorry)
Gerard's POV:
It was senior year and I was about to pick up the prettiest girl in the world. I I walked in. She looked so gorgeous with her black hair and the black dress mixed in with blood. There's a note in her hand. Wait blood? No. No. She falls to the floor. She's dead.
"Mary! Mary! Get up! Get up! Don't leave me! Mary! Don't do this to me!" I scream. The tears fall. I pick up her note, it was the only thing I had left of her. It read:
Gerard, I'm so sorry. It's just I'm done with the world and the world is done with me. I cut so much and I couldn't stop. It just felt so good. Better than when I'm with you...I'm sorry. I just couldn't stop and I had this thought why not bleed myself dry? So, took the biggest knife I could find and plunged it into my stomach. And I want you to be last person I saw before I died, cause I love you. Good Bye -Mary
I threw the note and screamed. "No, no. Mary you're alive. Don't leave me. Why'd you leave me?"
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And I wake up with tears streaming down my face. God, I miss her so much. Maybe, I should get the knife? Maybe we should. But there's that little voice that says "Get the journal. Get the journal. Get the journal!" Stupid persistent voice. I grab the note book from under my bed and the pencil off the nightstand. I begin to write:
This night, walk the dead
In the solitary starlight
Crash the cemetery gates
In the dress your husband hates
Lay down, mark the grave
Where the search lights find us
Drinking by the mausoleum door
And they found you on the bathroom floor
I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard
And I call you off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrist
It isn't that much fun
Staring down a loaded gun
So I won't stop dying, won't stop lying
If you want I'll keep on crying
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?
I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard
Lay down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard
I miss you
Well I miss you so, far
And the collision of your kiss
That made it so hard
Made it so hard
Lay down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down, way down
Way down
"This isn't helping. I need my Mary. And to think I were ready to date again. I miss Mary too much. Why'd did she leave me? Why'd did she leave me!?" I spoke softly gradually getting louder.
"Why did she leave me!?!" I screamed with tears in my eyes and I banged my fist on the wall. I miss my Mary.
Ray came running in. "Gerard! What the hell?! What's going on?" He whispered-yelled.
I just sat there and cried "It's her. It's her Ray." He put his arm around me.
"Shh. It's going to be okay. I'll call Mikey." Ray whispered and took his phone out but didn't take his arm away from me. I just sobbed. I didn't care anymore. I buried my face into Ray's chest and cried.
Mikey's POV:
Me and Frank were sitting on the couch. Well, Frank was asleep. He was mumbling "Gerard." Wait. Was he having a sex dream about my brother?! Gross!
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Who was calling me at 1 in the morning?! I grab my phone off the table. It's Ray. What does he want at 1 in the morning? I answer the phone. Don't tell me-
Mikey: What's going on? It's not-not again.
Ray: It's her. It's Mary, again. I hear Gerard scream "Don't say her name!"
Mike: It's okay. I'll be there in two minutes.
I hung up and ran off to get my keys.
