You're Beautiful To Me.

Gerard's P.O.V.

"Hello?" Sleepiness trailed my voice.
"Is this Gerard Way?" A woman on the other end asked. I woke up enough to actually comprehend what was going on now, so I looked at the numbers on the phone. Still, none I recognized.
"Uh, yeah. Who is this?" I asked.
"My name is Lucy Wenger. I'm with the Bellville Hospital." I swallowed hard and my stomach turned into a knot. "I am very sorry to inform you, your brother was in a car accident." Tears raged against my eyes and I let them flow with no hesitation.
"Oh my God... I-Is he.... Is he okay?!" I stood up, probably waking up Frank. The woman on the other end hesitated then cleared her throat. "...I'm afraid not sir. The doctors say he died from blood loss..." When I heard the word 'died', my heart stopped. Everything suddenly became blurry and I felt like I was falling to hell. "Just to be sure, we need you to come identify the body." I dropped the phone and could no longer help myself up either. My body fell against the wall and out of my peripheral vision, I saw Frank shoot up from the bed.
"Gerard?" He called out. My hands moved to my head and I began rock back and fourth.
"No, no, no, no." I whispered to myself. "No, no. It can't be, no. He was just at the bar with Selena. No, he's still is, no." Tears fell down my face like a waterfall. Frank rushed to my side, but I couldn't look at him. I couldn't do anything but keep my focus on the spot on the carpet.
"Gerard!" He called out again. "Gerard, you need to tell me what's wrong." He kept talking. I could hear the faint voice on the phone. "Hello? Sir? Gerard? Hello?" Frank picked up the phone and started talking. "Hello? Who is this?" He asked. "Oh my God." At this point my whole body might as well have been going into full convulsions, I was shaking so hard. "Thank you. I'll try to get him down.... Yes... Yes, okay..... Thank you. Bye." He hung up the phone and walked in front of me.
"Gerard." He said in a shaky, hoarse voice. "We need to go see your brother." He helped me up by forearms and out to the car. I was too paralyzed to do anything, so he had to strap me in and get me to sit right. I leaned against the door, not moving a shaky muscle the whole drive. Frank occasionally wiped tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. When we arrived at the hospital, he had to help me get out of the car, and into the hospital. I'm sure it looked weird, a teenage boy practically carrying another wailing, pajama'd boy into a hospital. In fact, it probably looked like I was the one being admitted to the hospital for being mentally insane. He talked to the lady at the front desk for a bit, trying to give her the information he had. Eventually the nurse led us to the doctor, whom led us to the morgue. I sighed when he led us to the body. He had a white sheet over him, but we all knew it was Mikey. The bump that the sheet covered, was my brother. My cold, dead brother.
"You look away and I'll see if it's him." I sodded and wiped more tears away from my eyes. I turned my body into Franks and rested my aching head against his shoulder. Suddenly it hit me harder than it had before. That was my brother under there. The one that I played with as a kid. Took pictures with, chased the dog with, had picnics with, played action figures with. The boy I grew up with. My brother was in a morgue full of other peoples dead relatives.
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Frank's P.O.V.

I woke up to the sound of Gerard's voice.
"Oh my God... I-Is he.... Is he okay?!" Gerard shouted at the phone. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Gerard dropped the phone and fell the the floor. I jumped off the bed.
"Gerard?" I asked. He began to rock and whisper to himself. He started to sob and I ran over to him. "Gerard!" He was unresponsive. "Gerard, you need to tell me what's wrong." Then I noticed a small voice coming from his cell phone. I picked it up, wondering if the other person would give me some information. "Hello? Who is this?" I asked "My name is Lucy Wenger and I'm with the Bellville Hospital." She hesitated and continued. "Gerard's brother has passed in a car accident. We need him to come identify the body." My breathing got harder. "Oh my God..." I couldn't help a few tears that fell from my eyes. "Thank you. I'll try to get him down.... Yes. Yes, okay..... Thank you. Bye." I hung up the phone and turned to Gerard. "Gerard. We need to go see your brother."
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We walked into the morgue, the doctor leading us. Mikey's body laid under the white sheet and the florescent lights that hung by a cord on the ceiling.
"You look away and I'll see if it's him." I looked into Gerard's eyes. The only thing that I saw was helplessness and hopelessness for miles. He burrowed his head into my neck and I closed my eyes.
"Are you ready?" I nodded, still keeping my eyes closed. I heard some rustling and the doctor began to talk again. "Whenever you're comfortable." He said. I took a deep breath and opened both eyes, preparing myself for what was to come. Sure enough, Mikey was under the white sheet. Lifeless. Motionless. Stuck, frozen in time. Cuts and bruises covered his sterile body. His eyes were closed and his broken glasses laid on a tray near him. I silently nodded my head and closed my eyes again.

Notes

Okay here it is... I'm sorry if I made you cry or made you hate be because of this. Also another alert, this is not the end of the sadness. I'm sorry.

Also another thing that I wanted to say. Thank you all for supporting me through this story and giving it the views, votes, subscribes and especially the comments. You guys are so amazing and ilysm. Feel free to message me at any time, for I like to make new buddies.

~Onyx