~2 weeks later~
~Gerard's POV~
I broke her. I didn't mean to. I just never knew someone who held themselves so strongly could fall apart so easily. I've become a ghost of what I was, I follow aimlessly behind myself like a shadow. I'm depressed, alone, and worst of all suicidal. I can't live without her, she is my everything. I never knew how much joy her smile brought to me until I never got to see it again. What shattered the fragile remains of my already wounded heart was when she rejected sleeping with me, even when I begged.
"Can you sleep with me tonight... please?" I pleaded. She shook her head and turned the other direction, facing her front into the couch.
I slept on the stairs that night, I couldn't force myself to make it to my bedroom. She moved in with Kat 2 weeks ago, I've started drinking ever since. This week I took time to get sober enough to write some songs for our next record, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. The songs on here are mostly my feelings about my relationships and death, the record itself is a very angry record. Full of rage and emotions, I'm proud of myself for putting them on here. What's the best part is that even though these songs are deeply personal, there's an aspect about them that everyone can relate to.
There's one song that's missing though... I-I just can't put my finger on it; it feels so close but at the same time so distant. The phone rings and I walk into the kitchen to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hello Gerard." It's my mother, she hasn't called me in 6 years... I know this conversation's outcome wont be positive.
"Why did you call me."
"It's Grandma Helena."
The air hitches in my lungs.
She can't be dead, I can;t lose the 2 most important women in my life, especially not in such a small time frame.
"Is-she okay?" I stutter.
"No."
My breathing becomes shaky and I have to sit down.
"W-what happened to her mommy?" I'm crying now, I can't lose them, I can't. I feel like a little boy whose parents just exposed the ugliness of the world right in front of his innocent eyes; except for me, there is no more innocence, only guilt despair, and fear. So much fear. Fear for her life, fear for Fletcher's life, fear for my life. I haven't called my mother mommy in an eternity, it takes a hell of a lot to make me crumple to that sort of level.
"She died, her funeral is in 2 days." the call ends and I have no idea what to do.
That woman made me who I am today. She instilled a love and appreciation for music into my heart and soul, I cant live without her.
But who says I have to live?
I have 2 days, that's enough time to make a man out of myself... I hope.
***
The funeral came quickly. I tried not to cry as I dressed myself in my black suit and red tie. I tried not to cry when I got in the car and drove to where the funeral was being held. I tried not to cry when I said my departing words to my beloved grandmother. I tried not to cry when Mikey was crying. I tried not to cry when I closed her casket door. I tried not to cry when I laid the roses on her grave.
But did I?
Yes. I let them fall. Cascading down my cheeks like a waterfall. But all of my emotions were seeped out of me when I saw a small figure with pastel blue hair. At first I thught I was hallucinating from that bottle of vodka I downed before coming here. I went up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Gerard?" She turned around, it was her. I wanted to hug her, crush her against my body, embrace her once again, but I resisted. I was angry more than anything.
"Why are you here?" I asked, seeing there was no possible way she was related to me, and if so I needed to rethink A LOT of things...
"Mikey invited me, something about consoling you," she muttered looking down at her feet.
Mikey... I walked away from Fletcher in a rage.
How can he do this?! I wanted us to meet up by fate not by choice! Ugh why does he have to meddle?!
"MIKEY!" I yelled when I saw his lanky little body from down the hall. I chased after him and he ran away as I suspected. I eventually caught up to him and managed to pin him up against a wall.
"WHY DID YOU INVITE HER?! I seethe.
"I wanted the things to get better between you two! I hate seeing you drunk and mope around with an invisible noose around your neck!" He sobbed. I loosened my grip.
"I'm sorry Mikey, I didn't know you felt that way." I mutter.
"No one ever does..." he sniffles. I pull him into a hug and he cries into my neck. I break away and ask him if there's anything wrong.
"No, I'm just happy you're okay now." he smiles and I smile too for the first time in a long time. I turn around to see Fletcher.
Has she been here the whole time?
She runs away crying, and this time I don't control my impulse to chase after her.

Notes

fillerish chapter C: Sorry if its depressing but I needed to make this chapter so that the story would flow better
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