Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> My Chemical Romance
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Thats what you get
(When you let your
I screamed out for help, as much as I could, but I knew no one would come. I
was doomed in everyway. I was loosing oxygen, becoming dizzy. Tears threatened to fall, as I fought
for my life.
“Come on Gerard, please” I begged. “Frank, they hate
me, and they always have, just face the truth, dude” he replied. I shook my head at the
thought of my parents hating my best friend, even though I knew it was true. They hated him, always
have, always will. They think he is a bad example on me, with all that make up and nail polish he
wears, they think he looks like a girl. “Well, they will carry on hating you, if you don't
stand up to them, show them that you're a great guy to be friends with.” I tried to think of
any excuse for Gerard to come with me for Thanksgiving dinner with my parents. But the real truth
was not to be told. I wanted him there, I needed him there. I just needed him. I sighed as I tied
my tie, just as I had learned in Catholic School, then straightened Gerard's up. “Your going,
Why did I ever let him go? Why? Right when I needed him the most, he did
some stupid things, but I need him. I know that if I saw him one last time he would apologize until
his throat was sore. I'm never going to see him again and I know it. I could feel my life being
drained, stolen from me. Wow, life really does flash before your eyes, all the memories of me and
Gerard. The whole band. Marc Webb. I guess I'll die alone.
“There, that wasn't so bad was it?” Gerard pointed out.
“No” I sighed, I hated being wrong. Gerard smiled, he loved that I hated being wrong. We
walked along the path back to our apartment, it was silent, but a comfortable
My visions were fading, my
suffered life was finally coming to an end. By now I was just waiting for it, it still came slow.
Every breath agonizing. Too weak to finish myself off. Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn't
I just live happily? But here I lay in this dark alley where they left me, wishing I could go back
in time and change things.
“No good, lousy, stupid idiot” I said under my breath. How could
he say that? After everything, how could he say that? I thought to myself as I heard him call out my
name. I didn't look back, I just kept walking until I found an alley, I knew he wouldn't look for me
I coughed up some blood as I heard
something bang on the bins. I tried to lift my heavy head to see what it was, but I just didn't have
the strength. I hoped and hoped to God that it was someone here to rescue me and it was all going to
be ok, and I would see Gerard again and we would live happily ever after, I smiled at the thought. I
heard a meow and knew it was just some dumb cat that had rattled the bins. Then, as my bad luck
continued, it started to rain. It wasn't too heavy though, so I guess I still have a bit of good
luck. I gasped for air as I tried to move myself out of the rain, I guess I wasn't going anywhere. I
would die in the middle of a dark alley, painfully, in the rain, and all alone. Not exactly my idea
I heard footsteps and thought of telling
them to go away, knowing it was Gerard. But I kept silent and kept my head down as I hugged my legs
to chest tighter. “Well, well, what do we have here then?” an unfamiliar voice echoed
off the alley walls. Maybe it wasn't Gerard after all.
“You gonna say anything, or am I gonna have to hurt you?!” the
gruff voice continued. “What's your name, kid?”
“F-Frank” I managed to stutter out. I don't know why I
suddenly got so scared, I'm not afraid of anything. Well, up until now, I guess.
I was crying by now. Waiting for my death as the seconds ticked by on my
watch, a watch that Gerard got me for my birthday! I couldn't breathe, I was crying so hard, and
this didn't help anything. It just made me suffer more and more, until the pain was unbearable.
Never in my life had I wanted to die this much, and this was all because I had to be a smartass to
the scary people! I mentally kicked myself, because I couldn't physically do anything. I hummed,
well just about, Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven, when really it should have been AC/DC's Highway
“Have some confidence, kid, I ain't all evil!” he replied to my
stuttering. What did he mean by, ALL evil. Ok, now I'm scared. I guessed I looked horrified, because
he started to laugh and then said “Sup kid, you look like ya seen a ghost or
“I-I'm just cold, th-that's a-all” I lied, he sounded pretty
thick so I thought he might believe it, but thought wrong because he replied “Now I know you
is lying, so you tells me the truth, an I'll be outta here fast as y'all can say
“That is the truth, I'm just cold” Wow, I managed not to
stutter over my words this time, little Frankie gained a bit of confidence.
“Ok, ok, I believe ya, why youz sat in an alley in the pouring rain
anyway?” he asked curiously. So, me being the smartass I thought I was replied “You
know, curiosity killed the cat!”
“Well I guess that means my name is curiosity, that's the wrong
answer kid, now ya gotta pay the price” He said smugly “BOB, I found someone who I want
you to meet!” Ummm, what just happened?! Who is Bob? What price? Wait, he killed a
A taller man walked into the alleyway, with a BASEBALL BAT! Now, this may
sound childish, but he looked big and scary! So this is Bob? He's pretty fat. And I'm not gonna say
that out loud, I'll keep opinions to myself this time.
He walked, well kinda waddled over, to where I was. “And who is this,
Matt?” Bob asked him curiosity held in his eyes. “Bob, meet Frank” Matt answered.
Bob swung the bat around a few times, it really scared me. “He looks pretty weak to me, this
will be too easy!” My eyes widened as the words flew out of Bob's mouth like pigeons, that had
been locked in a cage, set free. What would be easy?! I thought to myself, panicking. My heart rate
went up. They walked over to me (well Bob waddled), blocking my paths of escape. Matt sickeningly
cracked his knuckles and neck, whilst towering over me. I watched Matt intently so I didn't look
around in time to see Bob swing the bat across my stomach. I immediately cradled my stomach, until I
felt a pain on my shoulder, I peered over to see Matt with a sharp knife in hand connected to my
shoulder. He dragged the knife down to my elbow. Bob was about to wack me over the head with the
bat, but Matt interrupted, thank God! “Now, now, we don't want to kill him just yet, we wanna
make him suffer, remember?” Ok, maybe not thank god. Matt kicked me in the stomach hard, then
dragged the knife along from my chest down to my belly button. I was in excruciating pain by that
point, I just wish I could die now, but I knew they wouldn't do that. They would make me suffer,
until I took my final gasp of air and collapsed into a slumber forever. This is how they wanted me
to feel. I'm not exactly the best person around, I've broken the law a few times, a lot of people
have, but I haven't been bad enough to deserve this! This is hell! AC/DC were officially wrong, hell
IS a bad place to be! Bob brought me out of my thoughts as he slammed the baseball bat down hard
over my leg, a sickening crack sounded through the moonlit night. I knew it was broken, but I was
becoming numb to the pains as I thought about Gerard and how I would never see him again. How bad he
would feel about the last things he said to me. How he would feel so guilty that he could never
apologize to my face. My heart dropped down into my stomach as I pictured his angelic face and how
hurt it would look once he found out about my death. About how some sick people would hurt me beyond
pain, would take me away from my best friend, one of my only friends. I returned back to reality to
feel a sharp pain shooting through my hands, as I looked up I saw that I was alone, but had nails
through each hand. And now I wait to die.
I began to shake as the loss of blood got to me. I felt extremely nauseated
and couldn't even force my eyes open anymore. It felt as if the whole world spun around me, dipping
and diving in its wake. I could hold on no longer. I knew I was slipping from life. Maybe there is a
black parade out there, hopefully. Although hope has done nothing for me so far, but bring me a few
rounds of pain and memories whilst I waited for my death. I managed to open my eyes a bit to see I
was still in the alley, but quickly shut them again, for the last time.
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