Famous Last Words

Frank POV

They fought like cats and dogs. No, like lions and wolves. Course, I ran over and pulled them apart. It got me a punch in the nose, but it ended it at least. Lyra was sitting against a wall, her head in her knees and her hands over her ears. I can't imagine what's going through her mind. But I see Mikey walking away. and Gerard staggering back into the building and back upstairs. Ray is gone when I turn around. All I see now is a kid. Lost and Alone. I go over to her and take her hands away from her hears. "Is it over?" she asks, looking up at me, her eyes like anxious flames.
"Yeah, it's over." I say, picking her up and carrying her upstair. Neither of us saying a word the entire time. As she goes upstairs, I set her down, and she runs straight into the kitchen, where Gerard is sitting at a table, drinking a beer, she sits opposite him. "Pass me a drink?" she says.
Without a word, Gerard slides a bottle down the table, and she takes it. A kid that drinks, uhm, I'm not sure I've seen that before, but she opens it and drinks like she's been doing it for 20 years. Now I can really say that her parents were shit.
"I'm sorry about Mikey."
"Don't worry about it…you okay?"
He nods. But I could already see bloody cuts and bruises forming, as I watch from the doorway. "I think I should just go."
"Lyra…look at your arms." and she looks at bandages on them. "Yeah, they're cut. I can't have you going out, and going back to trying to kill yourself. Please…stay. I was fighting for you out there, and I don't want that to die away."
She nods at his words. And walks back into her room.

Lyra POV

I nodded, but I didn't mean it. Gerard isn't the kind of person that gets into fights. I've brought him to all of this. Fights, drinking. I'm pretty suer he was drunk. There was an empty bottle next to him when we walked up and he was drinking another. I don't usually drink, but I have before. He didn't know. When I asked for a drink, it was a test. I learned a lot about him in the time the I've been here, and I know if he was sober he wouldn't just give a kid a drink.
I don't know why he took me in, and I know he shouldn't keep me here if just having me in his home caused him to get drunk and in a fight, I'm not worth it. And the voice in my head starts yelling at me again.
Come on, just do it. He might care for a few days, but he'll get over it. You're making everyone around you and even yourself miserable. Don't keep going with it. Just give it up. Just throw it away. Throw it all away. It'll make you better again.
And I believe it. I just believe it. And I go into my backpack and take out a bottle full of pills. Tears are streaming down my face, as I run into the bathroom. I don't want to do it. But you do… The voice is killing me, eating at me from the inside out. I can't take it anymore. I promised myself I would do it, and even though I'm a little late, I'm still gonna fulfill that promise. I try and open the "child safety cap'-

Gerard POV
I'm not drunk. They all think I'm drunk but I'm not. I've had more than two bottles of beer in my life. I'm not depressed, I'm tired. I'm just very…very tired. And I hear Lyra sobbing again, but I dismiss it, thinking it's just in my head. But Frank looks where the crying is coming from too. And I know it's not a figment of my imagination. And I run into the hallway, the bottle smashing on the floor behind me. As I run into the bathroom, Frank on my tails.
I try to open the door but it's locked. I knock it down as a last choice, and right there, is Lyra, sitting on the floor, with a bottle of pills, weeping and shouting: "I can't get the cap off!"

Notes

I hope this is good enough ^_^