I wake up, glancing at the clock beside me, I must've been asleep a while as the time was now 6:30pm...
I suddenly hear my phone buzzing....I pick it up and check the name...Its Gerard. I ignore it. I don't think i'm ready to speak to him right now, however it starts to buzz again and again, until i couldn't ignore it any more...I answer,
'F-frank...Y-you n-need to h-help me' I hear a distorted voice cry,
'what? why?' i say....he's probably just drunk....
'p-please h-help me' he pleads,
Then suddenly i hear a thud and the phone goes silent,
'GERARD' I say desperately,
'GERARD!'....but no answer...
At this point i felt sick to the stomach...there was something the matter with Gerard, i had to help him. I drag on some clothes and run down the stairs,
'where are you going?' my mother asks,
'I...uh...going for a walk to get some fresh air' I lie,
'how long will you be?' she asks, raising an eyebrow,
'few hours, i might go see if Mikey's okay too' i say, heading towards the door quickly,
'okay honey' she says.
I leave the house frantically and begin to run, heading towards Gerard's house as quick as i could, my eyes filling with tears, Fear eating away at me, i was scared, very scared.
It doesn't take me long before im at his front door, hammering on it with my fist,
'GERARD.....GERARD' i shout, hitting the door louder,
I then try the handle and luckily its open, i burst though and the first thing i notice is blood, and a lot of it....covering the walls and even the floor....I walk into the kitchen hearing a crunch beneath me, broken glass....
'GERARD' i cry, desperately searching for him in all the rooms, but he's not there...
I run up the stairs, blood trailing up the handle, and i check the bathroom, the sink coated in crimson red blood...Pills scattering the floor,
'OH MY GOD, GERARD' i scream, tears streaming from my eyes,
I run into a bedroom and that's when i find him, his lifeless body sprawled across the floor, blood covering his clothes, I run up to him, my heart pounding in my chest, time began to slow down...i had to help him.
'GERARD' i scream, grabbing him and shaking him,
'FUCKING WAKE UP' i say, crying harder, I felt sick,
He moves his head and his eyes open slightly,
'F-f......frank...' He whispers, using his energy to lift his arm and try to grab me, his attempts were unsuccessful, he just didn't have the strength,
I get out my phone, and call an ambulance, my hands shaking, my eyes stinging from the tears.
'GERARD, LOOK AT ME, I'VE CALLED AN AMBULANCE' i cry, grabbing him,
'GERARD, PLEASE' i beg....
'GERARD.....Gerard....G-Gee'........but my pleading was no use, he didn't move...
I slumped down next to him, my head in my palms, tears streaming down my face, my throat burning from the screaming...he was gone....my life is over.
The ambulance arrives and soon doctors are rushing in, connecting tubes to him and other things....they then put him on a stretcher and rush him to the ambulance, i follow...
'Let me come!' i shout,
'please!'
'no, we need to get him to the hospital and fast' one of the doctors say,
They shut the doors of the ambulance and go, leaving me in the road. I fall to my knees, crying.
I stand up and start slowly walking home, i need to be alone.
I get to the front door of my house and walk in, going straight upstairs before my mom could even speak, i slam my door shut and sit down beside my bed...rocking back and forth, crying, in fact i cry so hard that i soon begin to heave, I'm going to vomit....I run to the bathroom and kneel beside the toilet, sick exiting my mouth...my mom rushes in to help me...I'm a mess.

An hour later I'm lying in my bed, my eyes and throat sore from crying. I stare blankly at the ceiling, worrying about Gerard, i need to find out if he's okay, but i cant, i have no way of doing so...i hope someone calls me.
Im such a dick, i shouldn't have left him, i should have tried harder to speak to him, what have i done...this is all my fault! I fucking hate myself...

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I must have fell asleep because soon i wake up to my phone buzzing beside me, i jump up quickly and answer it, i hope its news about Gerard,
'Hello is this Frank Iero?' a voice says, it sounds like a woman,
'uh y-yes it is' i say nervously, a bead of sweat rolling down my nose,
'We have some good news and some bad news regarding Gerard Way' she says,
'y-yes tell me' i plead, i need to know if hes okay!
'We have run some tests and the results came back showing that he had overdosed' she said, sounding concerned,
'and the good news?' i say,
'he is stable' she replies, which makes me feel a lot better,
'can i come and see him?' i ask, hoping for a yes...
'yes, tomorrow would be most convenient' she says,
'okay ill be there' i say, before hanging up,
I cant wait too see him, i miss him and i need to know if he is okay, i love him so much.

Notes

ill finish later guys..