You're Beautiful To Me.

Selena's P.O.V.

By the time we made it to the cemetery, it was full on pouring. We had limited space that was actually covered, and some were forced to stand outside of the covered area with an umbrella. The day was dark and gloomy, but I guess that's appropriate for a funeral. We all placed a single red rose inside of the coffin with him. Red roses were his favorite. On one occasion, when I was still in the hospital, he had called me the rose of his life. When I put the rose in with him, I could feel my soul leaving with it, and I soon felt empty. In a matter of 15 minuets he was packed under six feet of dirt. I felt extremely stupid just standing alone, crying by myself, so I tried to find Frank or Ray, or even Gerard. Even if he was with his extremely uncomfortable mom. I finally found Ray, Frank, and Gerard standing together and talking. I walked over to them, praying his mom wasn't around. For some reason she just made me feel uncomfortable with her excessive crying. But I wasn't going to complain. She did just lose her own son. As I got closer, I could see that his mom was no where near them, so I joined in. They weren't talking about anything, really. More just making comforting small talk.
"Hey." They greeted me with sad eyes. We sat silent for a few moments until I spoke up again.
"That poem was really good, Frank." He looked at me surprised that I brought it up.
"Thanks." He said giving me a half smile.
"Poetry is his hidden talent. He does it a lot." Gerard said.
"Well he's good at it." I said back.
"Can I talk to you? Like, in private?" Gerard said, turning his body toward me. Frank and Ray exchanged looks and my stomach knotted.
"Um. Sure." I agreed. The last time he wanted to talk to me privately, my boyfriend was dead, so I didn't quite want to this time. We walked over to an empty corner and he began to talk.
"I never fully apologized for what I did to you." He said, rubbing his hand over his forehead.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"The first day of school. When I bullied you. And then when I bullied Mikey for liking you. And when I forcefully kissed you." He clamped his eyes shut and moved both of his hands over his face. "Oh my God, I am such a horrible person." He said turning his body away from me.
"I-It's fine... Don't worry about it. I've practically forgotten." I lied. I remembered every single detail of it. Every terrifying moment. Every gut-wrenching second.
"No. No, you haven't. And you won't. And I am the most horrible person ever!" He shouted. A few people looked our way, but I didn't really care.
"No, you aren't a horrible person. You made a mistake... Everyone makes mistakes." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder in an effort to calm him down.
"Not... Not like that." He said, letting out a big breath. "I just wanted you to know I was sorry." He said, walking past me. I stood by myself, dumbstruck.
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Gerard's P.O.V.

Frank, Ray, and I were talking about cars, when Selena came over. I still couldn't quite look at her after what she had mentioned in her speech. She was right. She was alone and us bullying her didn't help anything. If Mikey hadn't been there for her, I don't know what would have happened. Mikey was the whole reason that I did that to her. He kept eying her when we walked by. I could tell he instantly had feelings for her. So I wanted to play with her a little. Play with him a little. Being the shitty ass brother I am, I went to far with it. To the point that I broke Mikey.
"Hey." She said. We all said hi back.
"That poem was really good, Frank." She said. Frank looked surprised, but I knew it was coming. Everyone always loved his poems.
"Thanks." He said back.
"Poetry is his hidden talent. He does it a lot." I said.
"Well he's good at it."
"Can I talk to you? Like, in private?" I muttered. She looked at me like she had when I had to tell her about Mikey. We walked to a corner that wasn't crowded and I began to talk.
"I never fully apologized for what I did to you." I started.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"The first day of school. When I bullied you. And then when I bullied Mikey for liking you. And when I forcefully kissed you." Right then was when I realized how much of a dick I really was. "Oh my God, I am such a horrible person. " I said.
"I-It's fine... Don't worry about it. I've practically forgotten." I could hear the lie in her voice, plain as day.
"No. No, it's not fine. And you won't. And I am the most horrible person ever!" I raised my voice.
"No, you aren't a horrible person. You made a mistake... Everyone makes mistakes." She tried to comfort me, but it just reared me up even more.
"Not... Not like that." I let out a breath that I had been holding. "I just wanted you to know I was sorry." I pushed paster and walked away.
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Selena's P.O.V.

Aunt Rosie came and picked me up from the funeral and I went straight to my room. I sat on my bed for a while. I never wanted to leave the protected ball that I had formed with my body. I eventually got tired of being in my ball, and decided to check the mirror. I was sure I looked hideous, but I wanted to see anyways. My lipstick was smeared, my mascara dribbled down my cheeks, and my hair tangled and messy. I hadn't changed yet and I didn't want to. I swiped up all of my make up and went into the bathroom. Aunt Rosie heard me come out of my room and asked how I was doing.
"Do you want some dinner, sweetie?" She asked.
"No thanks. I'm just going to take a bath and go to bed." I said, opening the door to the bathroom.
"Alright." She called back. I locked the door behind me, and went for my makeup wipes. I wiped off all of my makeup and applied a fresh layer. Bright red lipstick, thick mascara, black eyeliner, and black eyeshadow. I didn't do my hair over again, but I just put it in a messy bun. I reached for the medicine cabinet and pulled out various medications. Blue ones, small ones, big ones, white ones, capsules, powders. I poured about four different kinds into my hands and ran the bath. In one big gulp, I swallowed probably hundreds of pills. It didn't really matter to me. The bath filled up and I got in, fully clothed. I wanted to look nice when Aunt Rosie found me. After about 20 minuets, I got bored and I only felt a little dizzy. The effects were taking a really long time, so I got out and stumbled to the counter, trying to ind a shaving razor. I finally found one after about five minuets of searching, and tried to dismantle it, getting only the razor. I brought it back to the bath tub with me and I soaked a tiny bit before going to do it. I brought the razor up to my arm and dug it into my skin. When I felt it go in all the way, I dragged it up my arm to my elbow. Blood spurted from my arm and ran into the water. I did it on the other side too, only faster. When i cut through the skin, a yell escaped my mouth, causing my Aunt to draw a suspicion. She called my name a few times from the living room, but I didn't respond. My head felt like it was full of air and I couldn't speak. She came rushing into the hallway, yelling my name.
"Selena! Selena open the door! Open the goddamn door!" Her voice was full of panic and tears. She finally managed to get the door open and she rushed to my bloody side. A phone was at her ear and she was screaming into it. I couldn't tell what she was saying anymore. Then, someone walked through the door. I couldn't tell who it was, but Aunt Rosie didn't see them.
"Come on. Lets go." The figure said. I stood from my place, walking towards it. I took it's hand and looked back. Me. Laying in the bath with Aunt Rosie panicking beside me. I looked back at the figure to see it was a familiar face. He grasped my hand and beamed at me.
"Let's go see your parents." Mikey said, kissing my forehead.

Notes

THE LAST CHAPTERRRR!!!! Well, I hoped you guys liked the ending to it. Thank you so much for reading it. It was a blast to write and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it c: AND AS FOR THE CONTEST: So each one of the chapter titles is a lyric from a MCR song (except for the first one). So the first person to comment all of the songs that they are from ( in order), will be the person to do the collab with me c: Good luck!

~Onyx~