(Warning-Contains materials that may be triggering to some readers, Content containing mentions of self-ham and suicide, plz read at your own risk!)

Gerard never asked to be depressed. No one ever does. Never asked to be suicidal. Never asked for the pills, the therapy sessions. Definitely never asked for the events that caused his downward spiral to occur. He never asked for many things. They still happened.

Currently. As morbid as it sounds, Gerard Way was sitting on his bed in his room located in the basement of his families middle class home. Okay that's not the morbid part. Clutching the journal his Grandmother had given him a couple months before her passing, he wrote his suicide letter... Well... Letters.

One for his mom and dad. His brother Mikey, his best friend Frank, his two close friends Ray and Bob, and one for all of them together. 7 letters in total. He had finished all except the one for all of them, which he was currently in the middle of.

I've thought about this a lot lately. How I'll never know how all of you reacted to this. How people at school will react. Will everyone cry? Will they feel guilty and sad for every sideways remark they made towards me? Will they just laugh and say I had it coming? Would they even notice I am gone? That's one thing I would wish for. I would wish to see at least just a glimpse of how I affected the world. I know it's irrational, no one knows what it's like after death.

He continues to write. Saying how even though everyone says this in their letters, that they shouldn't be upset over his choices. Over his death. That he was happy to leave, but that he still cared about all of them. While writing his eyes drifted to the razor blade laying against the sheets of his bed.

Once he was done, he sealed the envelopes, writing who it was for and a number on the black side. The number is for the order in which he wanted them to open them in. Everything would make more sense that way.

He set the letters on his desk, having cleaned his room earlier, he had the room. He layer them out in order and when that was accomplished he crawled back onto his bed, sliding open his bedside table drawers to find his bottle of anti-depressant pills. Holding the bottle tightly, he opened the cap and poured out a handful. Swallowing those dry and laying down on the bed spread. He grabbed the clean razor between his finger tips, and as his mind faintly started fogging up from the pills, he pressed in onto his wrist, the cold metal cutting into his skin. He cut up his arm this time, not across. He wanted to be sure he wouldn't be saved this time.

5 deep cuts later and he was sprawled out, razor forgotten, vision being invaded by black dots. He checked his phone, 5:39 the time read, Mikey won't be back from Rays house until 6 or 7.

Soon he his vision clouded over, And his body started to numb. He became unable to move, no longer feeling the clothes on his skin or the blanket underneath him.

(Gerard pov)

I relish in the feeling of nothingness, my vision comes back at random timing, and on what I believe would be the last time it would, I look at the digital clock on my bedside. 5:59.

I smiled, it's going to be all over, no more pain, no more depression, none of it mattered anymore. The light pounding in my chest slowed, and i invited in the darkness consuming me as I look my last breath and exhaled.

Still in darkness, I wasn't so numb anymore, and it felt as if I were floating. Is this what death was? Floating in a sea of black?

My cortina of thought was interrupted when I could hear again. It sounded like far off humming, but it soon grew louder, until I could make out an unfamiliar voice.

"Damn kid, you are one stubborn motherfucker,"

Notes

Hey! So I had a story idea at midnight... So yes... Sorry for any mistakes, wrote it around 1 am.

This is is my new story! Don't worry, not forgetting about 31 days, I'm actually working on the next chapter for it now, but I really liked this idea and decided it needed to be done. I'm not sure how long it will end up being. I really hope you guys like it! Comments are always appreciated! Good or bad! Let's me know if you guys like it enough for me to carry on with it or leave it in the dust.

BTW I FIXED IT YESSS

Xoxo -xXBands.And.BloodXx