All That's Left Of Yesterday
Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands Romeo
Gerard's P.O.V.
I can smell the blood, it fills my nostrils. I wait for the pain but it isn't coming. Maybe I'm already dead? I open my eyes and... No. I'm still alive, still in my room.
The gun comes crashing to the floor and Frank falls to his knees. I follow Frank's gaze down to Mikey, limp in my arms. No. NO!
"MIKEY!" My scream scares even me. I hold Mikey closer, not wanting to let him go. I pull him onto my lap as I collapse onto my bed, his body like a rag doll in my arms. I pull off my shirt and hold it against the womb, cradling him in my arms as my tears mix in with his blood.
Leaving one hand pressing my shirt against the gun hole I use the other to search for a pulse. It feels like my body's running on auto, my mind not really focusing on what's going on but just repeating one word: Mikey. Mikey. Mikey.
All of a sudden my head snaps back into function. No one's coming to help! I need an ambulance! I need the police! Fuck! And Frank? Fucking hell, Frank!
"Frank, call 911!" My voice breaks half way through. Frank just sits on the floor looking down at the gun. I feel sick. It's my fault; I let Frank into my house and now this has happened. I should have said no, should have kicked him out when trouble started.
I cling onto Mikey, my tears soaking into his blood stained shirt. Please let him be okay! I want to talk to him; to tell him to hold on, tell him it'll be fine but my voice won't work. I wrap my free arm around him as tight as I can.
I find myself screaming out and crying harder than I knew possible. No, it can't be true, I must be wrong.
He's not breathing.
Frank's P.O.V.
Everything seems to be going in a blur. I'm only vaguely aware of Gerard's screams as he clings onto Mikey. And the blood covering everything. And the gun lying discarded on the floor.
The paramedics arrive. And the police. Someone must have heard the gun and called 911. They try to question Gerard but he just weeps, clinging onto Mikey. They talk to me but I can't make out what they're saying. I don't care either.
They rush Mikey to hospital, taking Gerard with them and leaving the cops with me. I don't pay attention to what they're doing, I just stay quiet and still. Next thing I know I'm cuffed up in the back of a police car on my way to jail.
How did this happen? I meant to SAVE him. I wanted to stop his pain, not cause more. My poor Mikey! I thought I couldn't live without him but now I may have actually killed him! I only wanted to protect him from Gerard. He's the one that's meant to be bleeding to death in the hospital; he's the one that DESERVES to be, not Mikey. It's his fault! Gerard's. Everything's his fault. Not mine! I didn't mean it.
Shit, I've really fucked it up this time.
I can smell the blood, it fills my nostrils. I wait for the pain but it isn't coming. Maybe I'm already dead? I open my eyes and... No. I'm still alive, still in my room.
The gun comes crashing to the floor and Frank falls to his knees. I follow Frank's gaze down to Mikey, limp in my arms. No. NO!
"MIKEY!" My scream scares even me. I hold Mikey closer, not wanting to let him go. I pull him onto my lap as I collapse onto my bed, his body like a rag doll in my arms. I pull off my shirt and hold it against the womb, cradling him in my arms as my tears mix in with his blood.
Leaving one hand pressing my shirt against the gun hole I use the other to search for a pulse. It feels like my body's running on auto, my mind not really focusing on what's going on but just repeating one word: Mikey. Mikey. Mikey.
All of a sudden my head snaps back into function. No one's coming to help! I need an ambulance! I need the police! Fuck! And Frank? Fucking hell, Frank!
"Frank, call 911!" My voice breaks half way through. Frank just sits on the floor looking down at the gun. I feel sick. It's my fault; I let Frank into my house and now this has happened. I should have said no, should have kicked him out when trouble started.
I cling onto Mikey, my tears soaking into his blood stained shirt. Please let him be okay! I want to talk to him; to tell him to hold on, tell him it'll be fine but my voice won't work. I wrap my free arm around him as tight as I can.
I find myself screaming out and crying harder than I knew possible. No, it can't be true, I must be wrong.
He's not breathing.
Frank's P.O.V.
Everything seems to be going in a blur. I'm only vaguely aware of Gerard's screams as he clings onto Mikey. And the blood covering everything. And the gun lying discarded on the floor.
The paramedics arrive. And the police. Someone must have heard the gun and called 911. They try to question Gerard but he just weeps, clinging onto Mikey. They talk to me but I can't make out what they're saying. I don't care either.
They rush Mikey to hospital, taking Gerard with them and leaving the cops with me. I don't pay attention to what they're doing, I just stay quiet and still. Next thing I know I'm cuffed up in the back of a police car on my way to jail.
How did this happen? I meant to SAVE him. I wanted to stop his pain, not cause more. My poor Mikey! I thought I couldn't live without him but now I may have actually killed him! I only wanted to protect him from Gerard. He's the one that's meant to be bleeding to death in the hospital; he's the one that DESERVES to be, not Mikey. It's his fault! Gerard's. Everything's his fault. Not mine! I didn't mean it.
Shit, I've really fucked it up this time.
Notes
A/N - Just so you know, leaving comments is a really good thing, it makes me happy:) Plus getting an email saying my story has a comment always reminds me to update it! (I'm forgetful)I love getting positive feedback from you guys, it lets me know I'm doing something right, even if I don't reply to every one cause I don't know what to say, I read them all and they all mean a lot. Also, constructive criticism is good, I always need to know how to improve. Plus feel free, please, to pick me up on spelling and grammar mistakes!
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Title: The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance (but given that this is an MCR fic, you should kinda know that:P)
11/1/13