Death is Inevitable

Mikey pov


When I heard what had happened to Frank and Gerard, I just lost it. I couldn't even believe my ears, I couldn't believe that they had actually killed themselves. I felt like I had known Gerard for so little time, even though I had known him my whole life, I just don't remember half of it.

That's when it hit me. My only relative that actually cares about me, gone. No one else in this world would even think about caring about me.

I wanted to know everything about what happened, I even read the message Frank wrote on the wall, and saw the dead body of my brother. I can't believe they would kill themselves, just to be with each other again. That just amazes me that they cared about each other so much that they killed themselves, risking the possibility that they'll never see each other again, but still doing it anyway. I wonder if they can see each other. I hope at least the world can give them that.

I would give anything to have a love like that, the Romeo and Juliet type love. Of course though, im going to be forever alone, locked in this asylum for the rest of my life, never will there be a chance I'll get that freedom that Frank and Gerard now have and I envy them of that. They have everything I've ever wanted, love and freedom. They've probably forgot about me already. I'm probably just a distant memory, to be forgotten about.



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*7 years later*


"Kristen!" I shout at my wife, as she runs in carrying out two boys, Jackson and Josh.

"Yeah? Can it be fast I've got two diapers to change." She says, laughing as she nuzzles her face against Jacksons.

"I just want to say that I love you." I say, smiling. She smiles back and gives me a kiss on the lips.

"I love you too Mikes." She says, and walks out of the room.

I've been out of the asylum for five years now and in that time, I've gotten married and had two children. I got the life I always wanted, and I couldn't ask for more. I was shocked the day they told me I was being released, mainly because you don't usually get let out after you've been charged with murder, but they said I changed. I don't know how exactly, but then later that day they let me out, but with an exception of course. If anything bad happened involving me, I would be sent straight back and would never get let out.
So far I haven't done anything and there really has been no conflict either. Other than what's for dinner. When I got out, about two months after I was released I met Kristen and soon after that we got married and eventually had children. Of course life isn't perfect, I still have nightmares occasionally, I wake up with my shirt clinging to my body because of sweat, and my quick breaths. It still haunts me seeing that image of a dead Gerard and Franks message. I never got to see Franks dead body, and im kind of glad. I don't know if I could handle that.

Those nightmares are the worst though. I never go a day without thinking about Gerard and Frank. Even though they're in my mind constantly, I push it to the back of my head. I have more important things to worry about like the wellbeing of my family, but I just push it to the back of my head, never out of my thoughts completely.

I feel like Gerard is the reason I have this wonderful life anyway. He got what he wanted in life, death and to be with Frank. So that gave me the mindset that I would get what I wanted too, and it happened. I have Gerard to thank for all of this. He was truly an inspiration to me, and not just because he's my older brother, no because even though he made some major, major mistakes in life, I did too, and we changed. We ended up with the lives we've always wanted. Anyone can change, you just have to want it enough to do it, and I did.

The thought that still crosses my mind all the time is whether or not Gerard and Frank are together. I wonder if they're together, and get to see each other every day, even in death. I wonder if they ended up in the same place, and are happier now. I hope.

I walk into my bedroom, and look under my bed for the case that's been under there for what seems like forever. We moved into my parents house after they died, so we decided to keep most of the stuff in place. I take out the case and blow some of the dust off of the top. I slowly open the lid and there's a few cobwebs in it. I see the hundreds of pictures that were taken from my childhood and I smile, picking up one of me and Gerard. My arm around his shoulder and we're both smiling our toothy grins. It looks like we're in about fourth or fifth grade in the picture. At that time there was not a care in the world, no thoughts of death, murder, nothing. Our minds were pure, innocent.

Sometimes I wish I was that age again, but then I always take it back because I know that I've have to go through all of the traumatic events that I have already been through again, and you know what I'm content with my life right now. I'd rather not leave the one thing I've been wishing for, for so long.

I keep looking through the pictures when I see an envelope on my desk. It has my name written in cursive on the front and it looks like it's just been laced there. Maybe Kristen put it there? I pick it up and open it, and it's a letter. Before I read it, I look to see who it's from. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets when they see the name. In big, loopy cursive, there's the words "Sincerely, Gerard and Frank." Written on it.
"What?" I whisper to myself, in awe.

"How..?"

I read the first word of the letter before stopping. I know I'll be a mess if I read it so I get up and leave the room. I'll just read it later.



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A few hours later when I come back, I look over at my desk, expecting to see the white envelope laying there like it was hours ago. Instead I see an empty desk.

"Where did it go?" I whisper to myself.

I look frantically around for it before I finally give up.

"My only chance to read what they say, and I lose it!" I say, almost in tears.

I put my face in my hands and tears slowly trickle down my face.

"You didn't lose it." I familiar nasally voice says, and I look up immediately.

"We're happy Mikes, we got what we wanted, and I just want to say a proper goodbye."

"Wait-I." I begin, but I know he's already gone, and I know that's the last time I'll ever see him until my own death, but for now im going to keep on living until as Gerard would say, my timer is up. If there's one thing Gerard has taught me, it's that your death is inevitable. Don't rush it, don't avoid it because it's going to come to you some times, but for now my place is here and I think I'm just going to keep on living.

Notes

Well, that's the end! I hope you liked it! This story has been amazing to write and I loved every minute of it, but there has to be an end sometime. I'm starting a new story though, and I'll post the name of it on this story, you don't have to check it out but I'd really appreciate if you did!