The Sharpest Lives (frerard)

The Sweet Taste Of Revenge

Gerard Way

It was my fault.

A wave of guilt washes over me, completely emptying out every other emotion left inside. It's my fault he...

I should've talked to him. I should've paused that stupid call and talked when he needed to before it was too late.

It's my fault. Im selfish enough to let my brother...

Tears prick my eyes, making the world a blur of grey and white, the minuscule snowflakes falling nothing but a white speck in front of me.

"...Gerard? Are you ok?" A small voice brings me back to reality. I wipe my eyes and try to focus on whats going on in front of me other than my thoughts, Ray and Franks concerned faces telling me that Im not doing a very good job at it.

"Yeah... yeah, Im fine," I shake my head to clear my thoughts, huddling deeper into my jacket as the snow falls softly.

"Are you sure?" Frank mutters, his hand landing on my shoulder. I shake it off quickly, feeling an uncontrollable anger flood over me. He doesn't understand. No one here does. So why are they all trying to relate to me? Why are they all so 'sorry for my loss'? They have no idea how I feel so I wish they'd all just-

"Gerard..." Ray mutters, his eyes wide. "I know today's going to be hard but you can't get angry at Frank. He didn't do anything wrong. Ok?" my eyes drift to Franks's face, noticing his weary eyes and furrowed brows, my anger settling.

"Im sorry. But were all sad about Mikey, ok? We understand how you feel, as well as so many other people. Your not alone, Gerard," I nod quickly, tears stinging my eyes again.

"Thanks," I whisper, my voice not strong enough to speak. He smiles sadly at me, grabbing my hand and leading me toward the auditorium, my anxiety growing a thousand times worse every step I take. I force myself to take deep breaths, everyone's eyes turning to me as we enter the auditorium. Whether its sorrowful, weariness or mocking sneers, every eye in the school is turned to the brother of the dead one.

We find a seat as the assembly is about to start, eyes still following us everywhere we go. Frank notices my anxious face and reminds me, "You don't have to be here. Mr Parker told us that you can sit out if you don't think you can handle it. It's not too late to leave, you know," His arm wraps around mine, his smile kind and sad.

"Yeah, I know. Its... it's ok," I mutter, every instinct in my body telling me to get out of here as I stay seated.

"Good morning, everyone," a loud voice booms out from the speakers, directing everyone's eyes toward the front of the auditorium instead of at me. "We are gathered here today... to announce a tragedy that has struck one of the students here," Principal Morris hesitates, clearing his throat and looking around briefly, as if anxious to inform the school about this. "Michael James Way, on the fifth of December... killed himself," Gasps and mutters ripple through the crowd, making my stomach flip sickeningly. "This was a complete surprise to all the staff here, as Mikey never seemed like the type that would fall into such a depressing end," Bang. Sadness hits like a bullet as the words tumble out of his mouth. I swallow hard, forcing myself not to burst into tears. "Everyone is extremely sorry for Mikey's family, who has to deal with such sadness of losing a loved one," Bang. I grip onto Franks arm tighter, his head turning to me as tears start to prick at my eyes. "Mikey was an amazing student here, full of pure talent and genius with lots of potential. We are very sad to see him go at such a young age," Bang. Tears roll down my cheeks before I can stop them, a lump in my throat becoming unbearable. I wipe them away forcefully, panic rising in my chest as the tears just keep coming back.