Vanya's P.O.V

I stifle a scream as Frank pulls the trigger. Gerard is by my side instantly. I bury my face in his chest a cry. He tries to calm me down, by whispering sweet nothing's in my ear but it doesn't help. He's gone. Frankie, my Frankie. The one who used to buy me ice cream and take me to amusement parks. The one who used to make me laugh so hard I would cry. The one who was always there for me. The one who always loved me.

Gerards P.O.V

Vanya and I stand there for a while just holding each other. Eventually it was time to let go. I walk over to Frank. Pieces of white paper lay beside him. I pick them up carefully, each one was labeled for someone. Me, Vanya, Mikey, and one was entitled Mom. I step away from the puddle of blood by Frank.
"Vanya, go sit in the car." I command. She nods and sobs as she opens the passenger sides door. I whip out my phone and dial 911.
"Hello. whats the emergency?" A female voice asks.
"There was a suicide..."