Trapped In A Skeletal Coffin Called ''My Body''

~next day… Gee seems to be getting better… or so he says…~

~self-harm/suicide trigger warning~

Gerard’s pov-

I had , had enough of this… Frank was too good for me… he was so caring and loving towards me trying to get me to get better, same with the other guys… and the fans are so supportive, and everyone thinks that I’m getting better, but I’m not, really I’m not, I’m getting worse…
I took out a piece of paper and pen and started writing,

=- Sorry to whoever found me…-=
Ray- I’m really sorry dude… continue being the joker guy you are, and stay happy.
Mikes- I know it’s dumb for me to do this and shit, but please take care of Frank…I love you Mikes <3
Frankie- I love you, this was never your fault, thank you for loving me baby, I'm sorry for doing this to you.
I love you all, just know this was my choice, none of this is any of your fault.

Then I ended it and put it on the bathroom sink table.
Then I took out a sharp knife and sliced open a vein.

Ray’s POV-

I woke up in the middle of the night needing the bathroom, so I dragged myself out of the bunk, and walked to the bathroom, opening the door, but it wouldn’t open because it was locked…
‘’Anyone in there?!’’ I exclaimed, to whoever was in there… no answer.
I walked back to the bunk room, seeing Mikey and Frank were asleep… so Gerard must be in there…
I jogged back to the bathroom, knocking on the door.

‘’GERARD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE’’ I said, no answer
‘’GEE! OPEN UP BEFORE I BREAK THIS FUCKING LOCK!’’

No answer…

I picked up a piece of wire that was on the floor, and picked the lock until it opened… My father taught that to me when I used to lock myself out the house all the time….

I saw Gerard on the floor, covered in blood, still bleeding, with a piece of paper on his chest…

‘’FUCK. MIKEY!!! FRANK!!!!!’’ I yelled as loud as I could.
‘’WHAT THE FUCK MAN’’ Frank was the first to get here, and when he saw Gee, he ran over to him.
Mikey came running over, launching himself at Frank and Gerard hugging them both while crying.

I called 911, and picked up the paper…
I read it, and let out some tears…

Gerard… why did you do this… suicide is never the answer… that’s what our band teaches our fans…
I hope I got to him in time…

Notes

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