The Hardest Part Is Leaving You

Hell

{Ray's POV}

I was right there when they joined me in the after life. Just like I promised. Hell really wasn't as bad as they all said, now I'm just being reunited with my friends.

I committed suicide three years ago. I watched as my two best friends did the same, also as Frank was ripped from his life by the carelessness of a drunk driver. Life really was a cruel place.

As soon as Gerard found my soul in the murky afterlife, he gasped.

"R..Ray?" he stuttered in surprise. "A..am I dead? Are you dead?"

I slightly smiled for the first time since I had kicked the chair from my feet that one horrid night three years ago. "Yes. Gerard you committed suicide about a minute ago and you know I did the same a long time ago." I simply stated. His eyes just widened in shock.

"W..What?! You never died." He looked scared to, well, death as ironic as that sounds. "You've been alive with me and- oh Mikey! He's dead too! And and and-" he started to get choked up. Believe it or not, ghosts cry too. "Frankie." He was sobbing again now.

"Gerard." I said softly. "I died three years ago. You have, um, schizophrenia. You know that right?" He slowly nodded, drying his ghostly tears. "I think you made me up." I whispered back. He just stared at me blankly until there was a strange screaming noise from behind us. Mikey.

See, many of you would imagine hell being crowded with millions of people and the devil of course, but in reality, it was just nothing. We could pass into the real world as ghosts when ever but other than that, many of the spirits were never around. Right now it was just the three of us.

As soon as Mikey completely faded into vision, Gerard ran, or more floated, over to his deceased brother and held him in a strong embrace. They were both crying and hugging for who knows how long, exchanging sorries and regrets.

Eventually, Gerard pulled back with a small smile tugging on his cracked lips. "We're all here now." he whispered until a realization hit his mind. "Except... where's Frank? I need to tell him something very important." He looked a bit teary eyed again.

I stood back, avoiding telling him. Of course he expected Frank to be here, he was dead after all. And of course Gerard was going to tell Frank he loved him. That was obvious. But something told me that was never going to happen.

"Gerard," I whispered quieter than before. I barley caught his attention and the look that crossed my face made his expression of hope drop. "Frank was hit in a car crash. Frank was killed. He was innocent. Suicide is a sin. You're in hell and um, he's in.." I stood back and pointed up.

Gerard's whole demeanor changed. Our two worlds could never cross. He knew exactly what was going to happen. He would never see the love of his life again.

He sat down and looked up at the complete blackness that hung above our heads and held back a sob. I almost knew what was going through his head just based on the look on his face. He knew that he could've prevented this. He could've waited and joined Frank in heaven when his time had come.

Now he was stuck here forever. Forever to wallow in regret and sorrow. Filled with more depression anything on earth could've ever conjured up. Endless thoughts of everything there could've been crossed his mind for all of eternity and there was absolutely nothing to save him now. I had learned this the hard way. Taking my life first, ending it all too quickly, for the not so sweet release that turned out to be literal hell.

Don't ever put yourself into a situation like this. You can prevent it. You can save a life if you don't take your own first. Don't commit a permanent solution to a temporary problem because it can get better, but if you end it all now, there's no going back.

The end.