Never Coming Home

Susan's POV

He's up off of the bed as soon as the words leave my mouth, ignoring the pain I can only imagine.
"What?!"
He looks at me with raged eyes as he speaks.
"You let my daughter die?!"
"What was I supposed to do? It wasn't a choice, it just happened!"
"Shxt." he says, sitting back down and putting his head in his hands. "What did you do? Ok..." he tries to calm down, but I can tell it isn't going well on his part. "How?"
"...one of the men got a little handsy and Alice was being pushed down to be taken away. She shouted out and punched one of them, running over to me. But that's when the shot her straight in the head."
The tears fall silently down my face like ice, each one burning with the memories. I can literally see it right now. Her eyes widening in her last moments, but then shutting as the gunshot sounds, overpowering all the other noises. Her eyes then shut, and she falls to the ground silently, dead.
I just hope the poor girl didn't feel anything. No 11 year old deserves to die that way.
"What happened to her?" he says, his voice shaking.
"I just told you..."
"No. Where is she?"
"I'm guessing they left her there. There were other people that got shot. They left them there."
"Come on." he says, standing up and grabbing my wrist, pulling me outside our room, and outside the door.
"Where are we going?"
"I hardly knew the kid. I'm going to say goodbye."
I shut my eyes at the prospect. I was watching him in the hospital when he saw Mikey's body. This won't end well.
And once we're outside the bodies lie in the streets, completely untouched in the eerily empty pavement. We're the only living people walking around here.
He moves forward, brushing past dead corpses as he continues down long and lonely road only looking for one in particular. His daughter's.
And there she was, lying sideway on the pavement, it looked like she was sleeping, except people don't usually have a puddle of blood next to their head while they're sleeping.
He looks down at her with fresh tears swimming in his eyes. Kneeling down on the cobbled streets, brushing her hair away from her pale face. Dead.
"Christ." he says, standing up, putting his head in his hands. "Christ, why did this happen? Am I really that much of a target?"
"Gerard, I know this is hard on you, but you have to move forward again."
"Move forward?!" he shouts, turning to me in a swift movement, tears swimming in his eyes. "You've never had this happen to you! Your father died of a cancer! Everyone before me has been murdered. Mikey shot, Clara stabbed, my mother was killed by my father, and in turn my father committed suicide!"
"You don't bring my father in to situations!" I shout back with a piercing tone, that causes him a surprised expression.
"My father was the only person I ever truly knew! That included you! You're a mystery to me, Gerard Way. What tragic event is going to happen in your life next?! That's all I ever hear from you! Alice meant just as much to you as me in the very short time I knew her."
"Listen, Clara!"
....Is he serious? Did he just call me Clara?
"Are you fxcking kidding me?!" I shout walking back to our apartment door."
"Wait, no, Susan! Where are you going?"
"Home!" I shout. That's it. I've had enough. With or without him, I am going back to America ASAP.

Notes

So, I'd say about 3-5 chapters left. I could make the last chapter an epilogue if you guys want. But not much more planned. Of course, The two are going to make up, but I think after they go back home, that might be it. Let me know what you guys think in the comments down below. Happy reading ^_^