"It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you want to do"T.W: graphic murder, blood, suicide
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I dressed myself in the outfit that you love see me in, Frankie.
You know how much I'd love to see you pleased with me.
Converse, black skinny jeans, pink jumper.
Sarah looked even better.
She had her hair up, her tendrils sticking out gracefully.
The woman wore a simple white tee and blue shorts.
I don't know about you, but Brendon married a great woman.
And she married a great man.
We went out.
Sarah and I had a lot of fun hanging out together.
First, we went to a spa and got pedicures and deep tissue massages.
It felt amazing.
We treated ourselves with Japanese cuisine.
The food there was divine, rich, delicious.
Afterwards, we went shopping.
I found a Smashing Pumpkins tee.
You'd love it.
Sarah found a beautiful blue dress.
Too bad Brendon will never see her wear it.
You stayed with Brendon.
Doing your "chats."
Something must've gone wrong.
Did you guys get in a disagreement?
Brendon's corpse lied on the carpet. He wore a golden suit and his hair was nicely done. Blood soaked the fabric beneath him. Fresh cuts littered his body and his ribs were bashed in. I must say, Frank, that's impressive.
Sarah screamed of agony at the sight of her lifeless husband.
I sobbed because the moment was so emotional.
Where were you?
I half expected you to be caught red-handed.
But I know that wasn't the case.
I looked everywhere for you,
calling your name,
trying to make sure you were okay.
Sarah watched her husband get dropped off at the morgue.
I tried to comfort her.
I couldn't imagine losing you, my own husband.
Sarah's face was pale and neutral.
Her reason for living was gone.
Weeks later, she tried to play it off that she was fine.
(When she wasn't.)
We read Sarah's suicide note.
I miss her already.
She looks pretty like this.
Her face was calm, her eyes lifeless and glassy.
Did she poison herself or overdosed?
I wasn't sure.
Why did they have to die?
Guilt suddenly overtook my body.
I shook violently on the bed.
Clutching the pillow, I bared my teeth and sobbed.
"SARAH!" I screamed. "BRENDON!"
You tried to comfort me.
I knew you were behind this.
I heard everything you said to Mr. Ross.
You should've hid that tape better.
I let you touch me.
I let you kiss me.
I played it off like I enjoyed it.
Acting always works.
***
(I made myself cry while writing this.)
So that happened.
Ray will be in later chapters.
And so will Mikey.This chapter is dedicated to vampirexchild, I hope it's good!
Bye~
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Desolation Row (Frerard)
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