Tomorrow's Money

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Chapter Seven:

Tomorrow's Money

"But, you were dead." Mikey was still in shock, and had been repeating himself for a couple minutes.

"No. I was almost dead. I was hit by a bus, in a coma for eight months, and then on one of my recent escape missions, I came across the old State Bridge, and I remembered everything," He turned to me, "I was going to come see you but they, um," He hesitated, "They had me on lock down."

Ray turned to me as well, "Wait a minute. Gerard, if you jumped off the bridge, who found you? They would have given a name or at least something."

"I- um, well, actually...." I looked over to the wall.

"You mean you didn't ask who saved your life?!?!" Mikey put his hands up- he can be very dramatic, "I give up with you Gerard. I give up." I knew he was mostly joking, but there was an undertone to his voice admitting his defeat.

"Too be fair, I was out of it from the pills..."

"Pills?" All three of them looked at me in suprise, even Frank leaned back to stare at me.

"Oh...yeah..I didn't... You know what? I bet they are serving lunch. We should go." I tried to stand up and walk out the door, but Mikey and Frank pulled me back by my shirt.

"No way you are going anywhere until you explain everything, Gerard." Mikey glared at me, searching my face for any preliminary clues.

"Okay," I sat down, exasperated, in the plastic chair, "It all started when Frank 'died'. I just thought life didn't have meaning. I didn't want to live in a world where Frank Anthony Iero didn't exist. I figured jump off a bridge or crash a car or something to stop this treacherous life. If it didn't work, machines would keep me alive. You've got to take it from me, it seemed like a win-win situation...." I trailed off, afraid of what I could set off.

"What pills did you take before you jumped?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Some have effects that last longer than you think."

"They all looked the same."

"We'll tops off to Gerard, everyone! The boy who couldn't help but try every pill in our medicine cabinet! The boy who didn't just stop at mom's sleeping pills!" He chuckled, only Mikey can make suffering into a joke to deal with it.

I stuck my tongue out at him, "Don't worry guys, I'll be okay. Frank and I will work hard and get out of here together. It's okay."

"We believe in you two," Ray pointed to Mikey and himself, "We know you can do it, just hurry up. Mikey needs his older brother, and I need Mikes to be okay." He blushed a little, but before my brother could respond, the nurse came in, telling us visiting time was over.

I hugged Mikey and Ray, "Bye guys. I'll see you soon. I love you Mikes."

"Bye Gerard. Love you."

They left me and Frank at the threshold. I sunk into Frank's arms and, oddly enough, started crying. I didn't know how much I would miss my brother. I thought I'd be okay because he was only my brother, and I could possibly see him again, but I guess my mind had been fogged by my grieving.

I guess I should add that to the list of what I will miss when I die- Mikey, painting, and coffee. I chuckled through my tears, only I would have that sort of priorities list.

Frank pulled me by my hand and back into our room. Tears were still streaming silently from my eyes, so he cuddled close to me on the bed.

"Frank?" I wiped my nose, "Do you think the person who saved me was going to kill themselves that night too? What other reason is there to go to the old State Bridge?"

He pushed the hair back from my forehead, "Um," he hesitated, "Anything is possible, Gerard. Anything is possible."

Sorry for the shorter chappie lovelies, but school is terrible and I hardly have time to sleep with all these classes and homework and play practice! I wish I had more time to write, and I wish I knew when you'll be getting the next chapter, but sadly I have neither.

I love you guys! Seriously! I hope all of you will be here at the end of this story, because I would love for you to be there, whenever that may be.

The details aren't quite worked out.

ANYWAYS

I'll see you next time! Keep running, Killjoys.

-xobee

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