I paced towards the bridge, hanging up the phone and sending everyone my goodbyes through text. Sirens and police cars blast past me and I can’t help but feel guilty for doing this, even though it’s exactly what I’ve always wanted. Tears slip down my cheek and I don’t bother wiping them. My phone buzzes like crazy, and Gerard calls me again, so I pick up.

“I’m not changing my mind, Gerard.” I sob out.

“I love you, please don’t do this.” He whimpered out.

“I love you too. I’m so fucking sorry.” I stay on the line for a few more minutes, until he speaks up.

“Frank, you have three kids. Who’s supposed to tell them that their dad killed himself?” He started to cry. “Who’s supposed to tell your dad? Who’s supposed to tell our fans?”

I made it to the bridge, but cops were surrounding it. I backed up, not quite sure what to do, and I tripped backwards, hitting my head on the concrete.

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I woke up in an emergency room, Gerard was in the chair next to me and I couldn’t remember anything that had happened in the past 24 hours. I rubbed my eyes, as if to signal to Gerard that I was awake. He looked up at me and ran into the hallway, like they always do in movies after a coma patient wakes up. Gerard was speechless, and the nurse was far from it. I answered almost all of her questions and eventually she left Gerard and me alone.

“What day is it?”

“You were two days. We had to reschedule two shows.” Gerard whines.

“What did I do?” I panicked. “I can’t remember anything!”

“You were going to kill yourself, but there were police everywhere by the time you got to the bridge, so you backed off a curb and hit your head.” He yawned, obviously bored of telling people what happened.

“Why was I going to kill myself?” I was so confused with everything he had just said. “Who wants to die when they’re engaged?”

“You were upset because I did something really bad.” Gerard bit his lip, not quite sure what else to do.

“Did you cheat on me?” I asked, completely expecting that to be the answer.

“No, I’ve been drinking a lot…” He answered. “I told you and you took off your wedding ring and I ran away and then you called me to say goodbye…” He started sobbing halfway through.

I was too weak to move but I still tried to comfort him.

“Gee, come here.” I opened my arms and I hugged him tight. “I’m not mad at you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He whispered. “Do you want me to see if they can discharge you yet?”

I nodded my head and let him go so that he could go fill out the paperwork, and so he walked away.

Notes

Short and shitty, but I'll post a better one soon!

Anyways, I might be skipping a grade this year because I did everything that my school is making us do 1-3 years ago.