The Sharpest Lives (frerard)

Goodbye.

Frank Iero

TW: Suicide :(

The house is completely empty when the front door swings open, my heart pounding heavily. My feet take me straight to the kitchen, my eyes darting left and right, trying to see if dads home yet. Silence answers my question. A small breath I didn't know I was holding in forces its way out.

I head up the stairs quietly, the only sound to be heard are my footsteps hitting the ground. I wonder why he isn't home. But Im not complaining. I'd rather live alone than with him.

His room is empty. I shuffle through the draws quickly, my heart quickening. There it is. The small, black rectangle sits at the bottom of it and as I pick it up, I realize how much I've missed my phone. Check the messages: twenty nine from Gerard. I open them and realize they aren't just spamming my name; they're all about a paragraph long, asking me how I am, how I've been dealing with all of this, if I need to talk.

And a single, certain thought enters my mind.

I love him.

I make my way out of the dark room, a smile I can't contain puling up my lips and blood rushing to my face, making me blush. My phone vibrates, Gerard's name popping up on the screen right above an answer or decline button. I answer.

"Hey Gerard," I say once I get to my room, locking the door behind me.

"Frank! You got your phone back," He says excitedly, making me smile.

"Well, I stole it back. My dads not home at the moment but when he gets home I'll probably have to go,"

"Oh. Do you know when he's getting home?"

"No, but I hope it's not soon,"

"Me too,"

I lay on my bed, forcing my shoes off my feet and wrapping myself in my blanket.

"So how are you? Feeling better than you were today?" He asks me softly.

"I guess so. School has partially taken my mind off things for now," I say, forcing my mind to focus on the things in front of me instead of my problems.

"Well that's good I guess. I really hope everything..." Gerard's voice trails off. "Mikey, Im talking to Frank," Another pause. "We can chat later, ok?" A longer pause. I feel my hands start to shake. Somethings going on. "Are you ok?" pause. "Ok. I'll be done in a minute... Hey sorry, that was Mikey. He wanted to chat but I-"

I cut him off. "Is he ok? You can go if you need to,"

"No, it's fine. He'll be fine," He says, trying to convince himself more than me.

"Are you sure?" I say. He hesitates. "Gerard?" my heart speeds up, anxiety suddenly pumping through my blood.

"Yeah, I... I need to go. Bye..." He says shakily, hanging up.

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Gerard Way

"So how are you? Feeling better than you were today?" I ask Frank over the phone.

"I guess so. School has partially taken my mind off things for now," He answers, sighing.

"Well that's good I guess. I really hope everything..." I start, just as my door swings open, revealing Mikey.

"Hey, Gerard..." He mutters, his face a ghostly white and his eyes wide.

"Mikey, Im talking to Frank," I say as he enters my room, his hands shaking by his side.

"Ok sorry... can we... can we talk?" He asks desperately.

"We can chat later, ok? I promise," I say quietly.

"Later... yeah ok..." He murmurs, suddenly embracing me in a tight hug. I feel my heart start to speed up, feeling his arms tighten around me as if he never wants to let go.

"Are you ok?" I ask quickly as his arms lay by his side again, sighing heavily.

"Yeah... I-Im fine," He blatantly lies. I hesitate for a minute, staring at him. He smiles widely, the pain in his eyes still not ceasing as he tries to make himself look ok.

"Ok. I'll be done in a minute..." I say to him as he leaves my room, closing the door behind him. "Hey sorry, that was Mikey. He wanted to chat but I-"

"Is he ok? You can go if you need to," Frank says quickly, panic coating his voice.

"No, it's fine. He'll be fine," I say forcefully, trying to convince myself as tears spring to my eyes. Why am I crying? Mikey's fine. He's fine.

"Are you sure?" Frank asks at the exact moment I begin to smell it.

Metallic is the only way to describe it. It smelled like human blood, but more...

Metallic.

Oh fuck.

"Gerard?" a piercing ringing starts in my ears, making Frank's voice muffled. I get up quickly, my knees weak and my vision blurry.

"Yeah, I... I need to go. Bye..." I say faintly, my fingers shaking so hard its difficult to hit the hang-up button.

I run full force out of my room, the blood smell growing stronger every second.

The bathroom. I stumble toward the door, bright lights flooding from underneath it.

The blood scent is overwhelming now, drowning out every other sense. My shaking hand reaches the doorknob, and I pull it open quickly.

At that moment the whole world seems to pause.

Mikey lies on the floor.

Surrounded in bright red liquid.

Oh no.

No.

This can't be happening.

"Shit!" I say, my vision starting to black out as I drop to the floor, my hands landing in the blood.

My brother's blood.

Mikey's blood.

I place my hands on his body, on his face, tears streaming down my face in waves.

This isn't happening.

Tell me this isn't happening.

"Gera- Holy fuck, Mikey!" A voice I barely recognise as my mother's echos behind me, barely audible over the piercing sound in my ears.

My hands cover his face, bloody handprints marking his cheeks as I hold them.

No.

God, please no.

I feel a body push past me, grabbing Mikey's shoulders, then his hands.

More blood flows from Mikey's wrists as she lifts them up. I try to shake him, get him to wake up.

Please, wake up.

But it doesn't happen.

A head lands on my shoulder, my mother sobbing next to me.

This cant be real.

Please.

Mikey cant be...

He can't be dead.

My vision starts to black out, my head feeling as though it's going to burst.

It blacks out completely just as I feel myself fall backwards, red and black blurring together the last thing I see before I pass out.