Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> My Chemical Romance
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Gently into his hands he wept. His eyeliner smudged and his hair a
wreck. Softly, gently, as not to be heard, he let his emotions fall from
his eyes. Everything was falling apart. His family, his friends, his
Frankie. The doctors had told Frankie only a week before. Without chemo
he only had six, maybe seven months. Even with it, he'd have less than a
year. He didn't want that. He didn't want to be useless and robbed of
his youth. Though slowly he was. That's what he had told Gerard. Gerard
hadn't cried in front of Frankie, he had to be strong. His best friend,
his partner in crime, the only man he'd ever loved the way he loved
Frank was dying and would never know the way he felt. Gerard knew that
he couldn't do that to Frankie, not in his condition.
Days turned into weeks and weeks to months and slowly Frankie got more
and more tired, but he was always ready with a smile and a laugh for
anyone. Especially, it seemed, Gerard. Gerard tried to be with him, as
much as he could. Sometimes he'd stay in Frankie's room at night, just
to make sure he woke up in the morning. He cried silently and alone.
One night, as he sat up in his bed, crying and looking at pictures of
him and Frank he heard a gentle tapping at the door. quickly he dried
his eyes and answered. "Come in," He called at the door. Frankie walked
in and shut the door behind him. Gerard tried his best not to cry in
front of him but it was difficult, very difficult. Frankie silently came
and sat next to Gerard in his bed and leaned his head on Gerard's
shoulder. He smiled at the pictures but Gerard could tell that he was
holding back tears just as much as him. Silently tears slipped down
Gerard's cheeks and Frank wiped the away.
"I'm dying Gee, they've killed me," He whispered into Gerard's
shoulder. They cried. Together the tears that should have been shared
all along were being shed, and a weight was being lifted off of both
their shoulders. That night, Frankie slept in Gerard's bed, and Gerard
held him, knowing that it would surely be the last time.
The next day, The priest came to read Frank his last rights, Holding
Gerard's hand the entire time, Frank kindly smiled and thanked the
priest for coming but said his services wouldn't be necessary, just
because he was dying, didn't mean that he'd be wrongly proclaiming his
belief in god and his "son". The priest nodded and said, "Well, at least
you're honest," Then left. Frank asked Gerard to give him a cigarette
and knowing that it would most likely be his last, Gerard agreed. People
came in, all day to say goodbye and to stand by frank in his last hours
but those who remained were, Gerard, Mikey, Bob, and Ray. They stayed
the entire day crying and laughing and smile and hurting all at the same
time. Frank knew he was getting close to his last hour so he asked To
speak with Gerard alone. They agreed and left the room immediately.
"Frankie, Frankie, don't leave me," Gerard begging, his voice cracked
and tears spilled down his cheeks. He knew what was coming, he knew he
was losing Frank.
"Gerard, Gee, I'm dying, right now, but you'll be okay. Live, Live for
me Gerard, Live and remember me, please. That's all I ever wanted, Gee,
to be remembered," He said quietly. His eyes were drooping even as he
spoke. Gerard hugged his shoulders. Crying and shaking Frankie slightly.
"No, not yet, just give me a few more hours, Please god, if you exist,
if you have a heart, give me a few more hours with him God please!" He
begged, he was sobbing now. Frankie's heart beat grew fainter and
fainter and he slightly smiled.
"Oh please Mr. Way, everybody knows you're an atheist," He still held
the energy to joke, thought Gerard. That was good. But he knew that he
was loosing him. He was dying in Gerard's arms and Gerard sobbed even
harder. Fainter still, his heart beat quietly. And quieter until with
his last breath and droplet of energy he kissed the top of Gerard's head
and said, "I love you," And finally, with a peaceful smile on his face,
Frankie's eyes closed and his heart stopped beating. Gerard had lost
The ride home from the hospital had been the longest and hardest of
Gerard''s life. Almost as hard as walking into the lobby and giving a
quick shake of the head, indicating that Frank was indeed, dead. There
was no hiding the tears as Mikey dropped him off at home, knowing he was
in no condition to drive. He had offered to stay, but Gerard objected,
needing as much space as the east is from the west. Mikey seemed to
understand and didn''t press the matter. Instead he drove off into the
night to do his own grieving, in his own way.
Gerard climbed the steps to his house and walked in the door. Without
bothering to turn on the lights, he fell against the door and sobbed. He
stayed in that position, knees pulled against his chest, head resting on
them, crying, until he say light, filtering in through the windows and
dawn approached. Still, he didn''t move, for hours upon hours he sat and
contemplated things in his head. Suicide, Murder, self harm, insanity.
He wondered what would happen if he too died. If he were to be reunited
with his best friend, his closest companion. Mikey would probably blame
himself for not staying with him that night. Bob and Ray would grieve
him, hate him, then grieve him some more. Frankie would prob- then he
remembered. Reality set in and he realized that Frankie was dead. Gone
forever. Never again would they laugh and joke and talk and cry and be
with each other.
Reluctantly he got up. Rummaging around in his closet until he found
what he needed. It was a Colt forty-five that he''d bought when he
turned twenty one. He''d only shot it a few times. But he had bullets.
He''d only need one. He loaded the clip, one bullet, one shot. He cocked
the hammer and sat down on his bed with a picture of Frankie and him on
one of their many tours. They were smiling. Frank had his arm around
Gerard and Gerard was looking at Frank with such adoration that even
more tears spilled down his cheeks. It was over, he knew it was. He knew
that even if he lived nothing would ever be the same again. Not without
Frankie. Not without his Frankie.
Slowly, almost in a daze, Gerard put the gun to his head. He clutched
the picture to his chest and closed his eyes tight. His finger squeezed,
but not enough. The gun didn''t fire. He heard shouting and saw someone
turn on the bedroom light. Then someone was over him. Someone that
looked a hell of a lot like Frank. His eyes closed and white noise was
present all around him.
The beeps reminded him of The End. His room was bright white. Clean.
Orderly. It disgusted him. He groaned quietly. Feeling a weight next to
him he looked to his right and saw Mikey laying down. He looked up
quickly when h heard Gerard moan. ````you''re alright,'''' He breathed a
sigh of relief then took Gerard in his arms and hugged him until Gerard
````Not if you don''t let go of me Mikes,'''' He mumbled. Mikey let go
of his older brother. He sat up and pet his head. Worry was evident in
his eyes and Gerard knew he blamed himself. ````Mike, it''s not your
fault. Where am I?'''' he asked, groggily.
````Hospital. You scared us really bad Gee, Why, Why would you try to
kill yourself. Frank''s death was tragic, but he wouldn''t want you to
die too, you know that. How could you do that to us, to me Gee, to me.
It was selfish and hurtful and thank God in Heaven that you''re okay. Do
you know what it would have done to us? To me? Losing my two best
friends in one day?'''' He cried. Tears fell down his pale cheeks and
Gerard couldn''t bring himself to look into his dark eyes.
````I''m sorry,'''' He mumbled, Lied really. He was sorry to have hurt
Mikey but he would do it again in a heart beat. He didn''t want to live
any more. He didn''t want to sing, or tour. He didn''t want to face
another day in a word without Frank Iero.
two days later he was released from the hospital. Mikey refused to
leave him alone again. It was months before Gerard did more than shower
without a chaperone. Finally, he was left on his own again. Never for
long, never long enough to try any funny business, but Gerard new that
the day was coming. The day that he''d no longer be forced to live
against his will.
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