Famous Last Words

Gerard POV

I act fast, shouting "NO!" and going from behind her, grabbing the pill bottle as she struggles with everything she has in her, trying as hard as she can to get the cap off. But Frank's behind her, trying to pull her arms away from it, as I'm in front trying to pull away the pills, but she's clinging onto it with dear life.
And the cap twists off, the pills scattering all over the floor. She goes for it, trying to grab all the pills she can gather. Frank is just shocked, and he looses his grip on her arms. I take her arms instead, and force the pills from her hands and as far away I can get them from being a suicidal object.
The pills she's holding drop to the floor, and tears flow from her eyes like a river. I hold her in my arms, trying to comfort her, trying to stop her from crying, stroking her hair. And eventually she cries out all of her tears and falls asleep silently in my arms. Like I was the family she never had. It's heartbreaking. And the first thing I have to do is clear. Of course, I take her to her room, and lay her on the bed, tucking her in. And I go into her bag, and take out all of the blades, all the box cutters, rubber bands, knives and any of the other torture tools she has, I take them and throw them all in the garbage, tying up the garbage bag and taking it outside, I walk a few blocks before literally dumping it all in the junkyard. I go back to the apartment and gather all the pills off the floor and flush them down the toilet, along with any other medicine on my cabinet.
Going into the kitchen I take all the knifes and all the razors from the bathroom and shove them in a drawer in my room. She will NOT try this again, EVER.
And once I'm sure the apartment is okay, I go to bed and sleep.

[Nightmare]

I hear crying coming from my bathroom. I'm alone, I find it hard to walk as I go into the bathroom, following the sounds. When I open the door I see Lyra, dead on the floor. I scream, but I know no one can hear me. Dead, no doubt. I want to die. I let it happen.
But everything starts rewinding, thank god. I see it all, going backwards through time. But it doesn't rewind far enough. She's in the bathroom still, with the pills, opening them, crying, she keeps crying. And there's nothing I can do to stop her. I'm sitting there, paralyzed, not able to move. And all I can do is watch, as she takes every pill, and swallows them one by one. And I see her face in pain, she clutches her chest, not making a sound, but then it overcomes her, and she screams. I want to scream to, but no sound comes out. And I see the pain slowly fade, as her eyes slowly close, and she falls onto the ground. Once I can move again it's too late. Her heart isn't beating, as I stand up, I see my reflection in the mirror, and it glares at me.

I wake up with a jolt, it's the middle of the night, and I'm sitting straight up in my bed, sweating in fear. With the worst nightmare I could imagine. But after a few minutes I've calmed myself down and I go back to sleep.

The next morning Frank and Lyra are up before me, Lyra curled up into a ball, thinking on the couch, and Frank sipping his coffee.
"Lyra..." I begin. "Why don't we go for a walk?" she nods and we go outside, barely saying a word as we walk through the streets. "Are you mad?" she asks. Her voice quiet and more delicate than usual.
"No." I say, and I mean it. "I'm not mad." I kneel down to her height and look at her. "But you need to promise to me that you'll NEVER try anything like that again, ok?"
She nods. "I promise." and I pull her into a hug. And when we pull away, I look at her expression, it looks shocked and almost panicky. But shes looking past me.
"Dog-face?" I hear a woman call out from behind me.
Lyra's eyes widen as she speaks. "Mom?"

Notes

I hope this one wasn't too bad.