All The Angles

We're Dead Flies In The Summertime

A/N--AHH! Welcome to my first fic! I really hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do!! Have fun reading! (I dedicate chapters too <3)

Gerard's POV

"Gerard! Hurry  up honey we really need to get going!" My mother yelled from the moving van.

"No!" I called back to her. There was no way she was just going to rip my soul from where it belongs. My true home. She could not pay me anything to get me to move from New York to New Jersey.

I was curled up on the floor thinking of important things when my mother came in and sat beside me.

"Look Gerard, I know it's hard to be taken from where you grew up, but it really is for the best. We can't afford to have another..." she paused. :incident."

Ah, yes. The incident. Ever since it happened, I've been very depressed. I stopped everything. I didn't eat, I didn't sleep. In that matter i never even moved. I just couldn't when all those haunting images kept flashing through my mind.

I said nothing back to her, just sat and kept thinking. Just let her pick me up and carry me away. Away from the place that holds all of my darkest memories and secrets.

She sat me down in the back of the van and buckled my seatbelt. I looked out and watched my home fade away right before me.

I pondered of of what would happen after i did what... he... did. He was the one I loved. I still do even though he is far from me now. We'll be together soon enough though.

I wondered if I would still feel the strong emotion that I thought to be love for him. I did know one thing for sure though. I would always watch over my loved ones, Mom and Mikey, every chance I got.

The date was creeping closer each passing second. It was going to happen Janury 1st, 2008. The same day he did, only one year later.

My first option being to bleed out. I've always had a strange facination with blood. All it is is a thick red liquid that flows through our bodies, every second of our lives. The thing that facinates me is that if we don't have it, we die. That's exactly what I'm going to do. Remove it from my body.

If that doesn't go as planned, I will overdose. It would be almost even more simple than bleeding out. Just take more pills than the body can handle, swallow them, probably feel a little sick, then die. Everything stops. The darkness takes you over leaving a void where your body once was. I will finally see the one I love in a new perspective.

It just was not worth living if all people ever did was leave me. They all did. Even the ones you care for the most leave eventually. I just couldn't keep a relationship.

As I was still thinking, I soon snapped back into reality as a pair of long, thin fingers snapped in front of my face. "Earth to Gerard?!" My little brother, Mikey called.

I looked up annoyed at him, but soon realized where we were. Our new house. House. Not home. This place would never be my home. It would only be home if he were here with me. But he can never be anymore.