Fake Your Death

I stared aimlessly at his lifeless body. My mind went blank. Never again will I be able to ruffle his hair to look the way it does now. Never again will I get to look at his hazel eyes which were hidden away by his pale eyelids. His face wore a gloomy look which made me feel worse as I knew, I would never be able to make him smile again. A warm hand grasped my shoulder as its fingers rubbed slowly. I lent down a kissed his cold lips for the last time before turning around to the hands owners. In front of me stood Mikey in all black. His eyes were red with sorrow.

I hadn’t cried yet.

I had to be strong, for his sake.


“Jade, just let it all out” Mikey whispered in my ear. I looked him in eye before pulling him into a hug. I hadn’t just lost my husband today, Mikey had lost his only brother. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My eyes became watery with pain.

“I can’t do it Mikey” I said in between sobs. By now his jacket was soaked in my tears. But he didn’t mind. He rubbed his rough hand over my back in comfort. I could feel him being strong, trying not to cry. We stayed like this for five minutes before Mikey said it was time to go. I turned to look back at him. I guided my hand up to my lips, kissing it before placing it gently on his forehead. But I couldn’t bear to leave him. I had in the back of my mind that he wasn’t dead, just playing a horrid prank. I managed to convince Mikey to let me stay as long as we could to watch him. Before we knew it, someone came in telling us that it was nearly midnight. This is when I knew that he was truly dead.

As we got to the door, I turned to look at him once more.
“I love you Gerard” I whispered as another tear fell from my eye. I had never felt so empty in my life.


“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home Jade?” Mikey asked again.
“I’m sure” I bluntly replied, not making eye contact. I didn’t want to be near anyone. I had to get as far away as I could. Mikey pulled me into another hug before walking away from me.

Seeing as it was midnight in Los Angles on a Saturday, it was abnormally quiet. As though the whole world was morning. I had chosen not to tell the world about his death though. It was too soon.

The moon bounced in and out of the grey clouds as I walked slowly down the street, the opposite way Mikey went. Away from my home. Our home. The thought of walking into an empty home and not Gerard passed out on the couch scared me. I glazed up at the moon and decided to follow it. I soon found myself on Venice Beach. I whimpered at memories of when we would walk along the shore at sunset. Plucking up the courage, I pulled off my matt black heels and trod bare foot in the sand. Everywhere was so peaceful at night. No-one around to bother you and no sound of crying children. I got lost so much in my thoughts that I nearly had a heart attack when the cool Pacific water engulfed my feet. At that moment, I forgot everything that happen today and just let my emotions disappear.

Sun rise was always my favourite time of day. The warm orange and yellow colours blending in with the turquoise water made me feel hope. Cheesy, I know. But at that moment, it was all I had. There was no-one to hold me now when I most needed it but strangely I didn’t care. Maybe deep down I did but right now, I didn’t. I had to be careful though because when I feel like this, it always has the same outcome.

A sudden chill went up my spine. I sat up straight and looked straight at the white wisps of waves. My eyes followed to corners off my eyes. The feeling off someone’s eyes staring at you poked my neck. Someone was watching me. Quickly I turned my head to only see my stalkers brown hair disappear behind a building. It took me a few minutes to figure out where I recognised the hair from. Then it hit me.

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