The Famous Living Dead

It had been set, Frank Iero was to be married on the fifth of February to a beautiful and wealthy Jamia Nestor. It had all been carefully planned to perfection. When the fifth came, the two would be taken to a cute little white church somewhere in Europe along with a very carefully chosen group of guests. Frank wouldn't be wearing just any old suit either. No, his parents had a midnight black tuxedo tailored specially for him. Jamia would also be clothed in a crisp white wedding gown that had been handmade. Yes, this day was made to be perfect, the wedding that was only found in a dream. And if this had been Frank's dream, everything would have been perfect.
Though Frank would have never chosen any of this, it was all chosen for him. The location, the suit, and even the bride had all been preselected by his not so loving parents. They didn't really care about what Frank wanted, they just wanted him to marry someone who had money, being that they didn't come from an extremely wealthy family. The worst part was, Frank had never even uttered a word to this Jamia woman, and he had only seen her in pictures, so he certainly wasn't thrilled to be marrying a total stranger. Granted, she was pretty, but he couldn't see himself with someone like her. Frank saw himself with someone that had less money, someone he knew, and someone... male. He had never told his parents that he was gay, they wouldn't have allowed it, so the though of marrying, kissing, and starting a family with a woman repulsed him. He knew that he dreaded wedding was going to be the longest day of his life.
He had tried to convince his parents to call off the wedding thousands of times, but they turned it down, insisting that this was good for him, and that the moment he laid eyes on Jamia in her wedding gown, he would fall in love. Though he knew for a fact that he wouldn't. So when the day before the wedding came, Frank was beyond stressed. His parents had be kept busy with all the details, such as making sure that the napkins were the correct color, giving Frank the perfect opportunity to steal away to his favorite music shop to relieve some pent up stress. He entered the store and let out a quite large sigh, he was going to get married to a girl he never met in less than twenty four hours, he had the right to sigh that much. Frank examined a cd, reading the list of songs, wondering what kind of sound these people had. My Chemical Romance... it sounded sort of interesting, so why not give them a shot?
Frank nodded and walked to the next isle. He had been so out of it, that he had accidentally ran into someone in the very isle, knocking their cd's they had been holding everywhere. He instantly dove down to pick them up, muttering a string of apologies. He stood up and handed them to the woman in front of him. He took a look at her. She was taller than him (but aren't they all?), and she had dark hair that fell to her shoulders. For some reason, she seemed all too familiar to him. But as soon as he made the realization, so did she. "Oh! You must be Frank Iero, right?" Jamia asked. Frank rubbed the back of his neck and smiled nervously. "Y-yes, and you must be Jamia, am I correct?" He asked, to confirm his guess. "Oh my gosh, yeah, and I'm totally excited to get married, ya know?" She said.
Frank didn't know what to say. If he agreed, she'd think he was actually excited, and you know, that's lying, but if he told her the truth, that he was gay and he was dreading the next day with so much passion... that would be bad. He only stood there awkwardly and shifted his feet across the floor. "Um... sure, I guess.." was his only answer. She grimaced and put her hand on her hip. "You don't really want to get married?" She asked, her voice getting a little higher. Frank looked up quickly. Shit, he'd made her cry. This was going to be bad. "Why don't you want to marry me? Don't you love me??" She said, raising her voice. A few other costumers turned their head to watch the exchange. "N-no! It's not that it's.. just... well, yeah it's that... but it's because I don't know you! We literally just met, like today, do you really think I'm comfortable marrying someone I don't know?" He asked.
Her eyes went wide as tears poured down her face. "You hate me, don't you?! You want me to just leave and to never see me again, huh? Well that's not going to happen, Frankie, I will marry you, and you'll be stuck with me for the rest of my life!" She shouted. Hushed murmurs echoed through the room at this. Of course it looked interesting, he was being screamed at by his fiancee. Frank didn't know what to do. He dropped the cd he was holding and ran out the door. He felt his feet smack against the pavement as he ran. His life at that point felt like a living hell that he couldn't escape. It was torture, it was like his life hated him and it was trying to make it hard for him.
He didn't know where to go. He couldn't go home, his parents would hound him with wedding preparations, and he had no friends to run to, so he was totally alone by this point. He was scared and had nowhere to go. He ran down the street, pushing people to get past, and getting strange looks from the people he ran past. He didn't really give a shit though, he just needed out of there. He ran until his legs felt like jelly, and when he stopped, it turned from jelly to lead. Running to a slightly large grove outside of town, Frank sat in the grass, leaning his back up against a tree and sighed, tears silently ran down his face as he took in what had just happened. He met his future wife, made her cry, and ran away from her, yeah... he was feeling pretty great at that point.
Meanwhile, back at the music shop, Jamia stood there in total shock as she saw her future husband tell her that he didn't want to marry her, then run away. Normally, people didn't say no to her, so this was totally uncommon. Random costumers murmured a bunch of things like, "oh my gosh, did that really just happen?", or "wow, that guy must not have a heart, to make a pretty girl like that cry." Jamia didn't know what to say, she was beyond embarrassed by this whole scene. Well, until one man walked up to her with a warm smile on his face. "You know," he said. "I can make you forget about that man. Why would you want to marry him anyway?" She looked up at him with teary eyes. "I don't... My parents set up the marriage." She explained. The man smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'm Matt Pelissier, what's your name, sweetie?" He asked. She smiled shyly and moved closer to him. "Jamia Nestor." She replied. He smiled again. "Why don't we meet your parents, and maybe they'll see that I'm more suitable than that man." With that, they were off.
As the hours passed, and as the sun set, revealing a morbid moon, Frank was sitting there, crying his black rimmed eyes out. He couldn't believe what had just happened. By then, Jamia had probably told her parents about this little exchange, meaning it must have gotten to his parents, so he had no chance of going home without being yelled at. He didn't know where to go. He felt stress rising up inside of him as all of these thoughts came to mind. Suddenly, a very soothing voice was heard singing a song. "I never.... said I'd lie and wait forever... If I died, we'd be together now... I can't always just forget her... but she could try..." Frank turned his head side to side to see who it was that beautiful voice was coming from. Seeing nobody he sat back, listening to more. "At the end of the world... or the last thing I see... you are never coming home, never coming home... Could I... Should I.... And all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are never ever..."
Suddenly, the voice was right behind him, singing, "Ever... get the feeling that you're never... all alone..." Frank gasped and spun around, the voice was farther away now, and the culprit was still yet to be found. "And I remember now... at the top of my lungs in my arms... She dies.... She dies!!" Frank stood up and walked circles around the tree. "Hello? Who's there!?!" He called. "At the end of the world... or the last thing I see... you are never coming home, never coming home.... Could I... Should I... And all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me... Never coming home, never coming home... could I... Should I.. and all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me... For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me..."
Frank was getting scared. This person had better show themselves, or he'd end up screaming bloody murder. Suddenly, a half decayed corpse with burned skin appears in front of the man, pinning him to the tree. He had an evil smirk as he sang, "If I fall.... If I fall.... down..." Frank stared in horror at this monstrosity in front of him. He wasn't sure what it was, but it appeared to be a man, physically older than him, but looked like it could be over fifty years of decay damaging him. He held his breath as the thing kept singing. "At the end of the world... or the last thing I see.. you are never coming home, never coming home, never coming home, never coming home... and all the things that you never ever told me... and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me... never coming home, never coming home... Could I... Should I..... and all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me... for all the ghosts that are never gone..." With that, the thing put a finger up to Frank's lips, shushing him gently as he engulfed the living man into darkness.

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