Last words..

Gerard's P.O.V
I sat on my bed contemplating what life is about. I then came to the conclusion that it's about nothing. I've been suicidal for almost my whole life, first trying when I was ten, almost dying when I was 16. My parents then vowed to never leave me home alone anymore. Now that I'm eighteen and a senior, life has gotten harder. My brother try's to help me. But, that ain't working either. I now have to go to counselling. It sucks, a lot. I may or may not be graduating, which means I have to go to high school again. The worst years of my life. I look down at my wrists and wonder if I should open up the scars again. Even though my parents have vowed to never leave me home alone again, they still did. Today the house was empty. Instead of grabbing my razor, I grab the bottle Xanax on my night stand. "Here's to life, a fucking waste" I say before opening the bottle and spilling it all on my hand. I then resume to putting them all in my mouth and taking a drink of my water bottle.
I throw the empty bottle of Xanax at the wall, causing it to crack. I lie on my bed and look at the time. 6:37 it reads. Shit, Mikey will be home in 13 minutes. I don't want Mikey to find me, to discover my body. I lock my door and go back to the bed. I try to sleep except my stomach starts hurting. "don't worry Gerard" I say to my self. "Mikey won't find you. It'll all be fine, the pills will work and everything will be done." I curl up into a ball and start to tear up. "I can't do this, I can't do this to Mikey, he still needs me" I get off the bed and head to the bathroom to puke up the pills, instead I get dizzy to the point a can't see anything. I make it to the bathroom and open the door. My head and my hearing gets fuzzy. I slip on a towel and bang my head on the sink, cause my vision to go black.
Ten minutes later
Mikey's P.O.V
I come home to complete silence. "Gerard?" I call at the bottom of the stairs. "Shit!" I run up the stairs and look in his room, empty. But I notice the empty bottle of Xanax. "Please let him be okay" I whisper. I look down the hall and see blood. "Gerard? Is that you?" I walk into the bathroom and see Gerard lying there. "Oh shit Gerard are you okay?!" I say grabbing him and holding him. "I'm sorry for leaving you home alone, just please don't die!" I yelled, crying. I grab my phone out of my back pocket and dialled 911 "hello what is your emergency?" "It's my brother, he slipped and banged his head on the bathroom sink. He's bleeding really bad. I need an ambulance!" I say pretty much screaming at the lady on the other side. "Okay we'll have an ambulance come and take your brother to the hospital, just stay there and don't go anywhere, they're on their way." She said. After that all he heard was the dial tone. I then started to sing a song that my brother made up to calm himself down. " one day I'll lose this fight, never fade in the dark just remember you will always burn as bright." I whispered with my tears coming down my face.
I then heard a knock on the door and I slowly put Gerard's head so I can go answer the door. I open the door and I see the paramedics standing on the door step. "Your the one who called for the ambulance?" " yeah I did" I say holding back tears. "Where's your brother?" " he's upstairs in the bathroom. I think he's losing a lot of blood" I say frantically. I run up the stairs, followed by the paramedics. The paramedics then rush past me too the bathroom where Gerard is still lying there. The paramedics then check Gerard's breath. "He's not breathing, we need to get him to the hospital" next thing I know they are already loading him into the ambulance.

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