So Long, and Goodnight

The phone slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor. I could vaguely hear the voice on the other end, but I didn't care any more. He couldn't be gone. But he was. Why didn't I just except it - we all should have excepted it when the doctors gave him three months to live. But the cancer must have been worse than we though, because it hadn't even been two months since Ray's diagnoses. I can feel the hot tears streaming down my face, and I know I should call Gerard and tell him - but I can't bring myself to do it. I can't believe he's gone. And none of us even got to say goodbye. ...
I traipse into school, not really caring about the hateful glances cast my way. I know I should have probably taken the day off, but I also needed to tell Gerard and Mikey. I could have rung them after the phone call this morning, but I somehow couldn't even pick up my phone. It was probably still on the kitchen floor where I had dropped it. But I don't care. I only have one thought running through my mind - the voice that will haunt me forever:

Raymond Toro died this morning, at 5:43am.

The first few classes are hell. Every time I've seen Gerard or Mikey I've ducked my head and turned away - I just can't do it. Don't be stupid, I tell myself. It's not your fault he's dead, Frank.
The bell rings to signal the beginning of lunch and I stumble outside, to be confronted with none other than the Way brothers.
I guess I have to tell them now.
"Frank! Where have you been all day? Avoiding us?" Gerard asks with a teasing smirk, but the second our eyes meet it slips from his face.
"Frank?" He questions. "Frank what's wrong?"
I lick my lips and feel the hot tears begin to pour down my face as I whisper softly "Ray...."
It would have been comical the way the two brothers faces fell as it dawned on them exactly what I meant.
"No.....", Gerard breathed, and I couldn't take it anymore. I burst into tears and collapsed in a heap on the ground, not caring about the strange looks I must be getting. I peered through my tear-stained fingers in time to see Mikey turn on his heel and bolt down the corridor. Gerard, his face streaked with tears yelled his brothers name, looking down at me when Mikey didn't answer.
"Go" I croaked. "I'll be fine"
Gerard opened his mouth and I lost it.
"JUST FUCKING GO!" I scream. "HE'S YOUR FUCKING BROTHER!"
Gerard looks slightly annoyed, but his face softens as he says "I'll be back in a sec", before running after Mikey.

As soon as he is out of sight I am yanked to my feet and thrown against a wall. I shriek in pain as my head slams into the wall, lights popping before my eyes. I roll over to get up but am viciously kicked in the gut, and I feel my breakfast come rushing out of my mouth. I choke on the ground as I hear the cruel laughter of the school jocks, and cry out as I am kicked again. Over and over, again and again. The pain is real, as a swift kick is dealt to my mid section and I hear and feel the splintering of a rib. I howl in agony and roll over, onto my back where another wave of pain sweeps over me and I am temporarily blinded. Then I feel as though all the air has been drawn out of my lungs, and I can't breathe. It doesn't make sense - they haven't kicked me since they broke my rib. And then it's clear what's happened as I choke on a sudden liquid, which came spurting out my mouth, staining the white floor red. I hear them running away as my ears begin to ring - I cannot breathe - there's only blood, so much blood pouring from my mouth, my nose, seeping through my shirt. I am lying in a puddle of my life force, and I feel my vision fading. There's more running footsteps - then a crouched figure - it's Gerard.
"Frank", he says, I can hear the shock, see his face alight with fresh tears.
"Oh my god, Frank!" He yells.
"Holy shit, HELP!" He screams. "SOMEBODY HELP, PLEASE!"
But it's no use. I find that I'm surprisingly calm in the face of death.
"Ge - Ger..ard", I manage to choke out, and his eyes fill with tears as everything begins to swirl and fade.
"No, Frankie please! I - we can't lose you as well! Frankie!" He sobs, and I feel the weight of his head atop my failing heart - not caring about the pain. And then there's another voice.
"Gerard?"
He lifts his head - I barely felt it let alone saw it.
But I heard him.
"Mikey? Mikey no! Don't come over here Mikes, please!"
But he's there too, and the two people I love most in the world are here with me while I die.
"Frank?" Mikey's voice barely reaches my swarming brain.
"Frank! Oh my god, Frankie! No!" He's sobbing uncontrollably as he sinks to the floor and the brothers cling to each other and sob, holding my hands as I begin to slip away.
There beautiful faces are the last thing I see, before everything disappears.

...

Gerard's POV
"No..." Mikey whispers.
"Mikey", I croak. "He's gone, Mikes. He's with Ray now."
There's a flurry of activity, then police come and we run. We aren't ready for their questions, but when I stop and look around, Mikey keeps running. I look at the clock on the wall before running after him, and one thought runs through my mind.

Frank Iero died this afternoon, at 1:27pm.

I follow Mikey outside, out of the schools gates, yelling for him to stop. Where's he going?
"Mikey!" I yell. "Mikey stop, please!"
But he doesn't. He runs straight onto the main road, without even bothering to look.
In that one horrific moment there's a squealing of brakes, a girl's piercing scream, and a sickening bang.
Then Mikey's lying on the road, his limbs twisted and a dark patch staining his shirt.
"MIKEY!" I scream. "NOO!"
Without a second thought, my feet are racing onto the road, before my brain has made a rational decision. I had to get to Mikey.
But I never do.
He was hit on the far lane, the lane closest to me is still moving.
But not for long.
There's a bang, another scream, excruciating pain and then -
Nothing.
...
Narrators POV

Four deaths from one school in the same day.
The body bags are zipped up as a forensic enters the truck, leaving the sobbing women outside with the police officers.
I scrawl the necessary information onto each of the bags.

Michael James Way died this afternoon, at 1:58pm.

Gerard Arthur Way died this afternoon, at 1:59pm.

Notes

Well there you go, some sadness for you all, yes yes, I am morbid, I know, please don't hate me (actually I don't really care, it's your opinion so wtf)

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