Three Weeks Later
Gerard's P.O.V

I took a taxi home. I'm three days early. I walk into the house, wanting to surprise them, but its me who gets surprised. Helena is on the couch crying... and Frank has his arms around her, her head on his shoulder. i heard him say "Its gonna be all right Helena-Belena. she doesn't know what she left." well he whispered it into her ear. he moved her so they were looking at each other and he wiped away a few of her tears before placing a gentle kiss on her left cheek. she saw me. She got up and ran into my arms, still sobbing.
"What's wrong dear?" i asked softly as she cried into my now shoulder length hair.
"Lilah... killed herself." she sobbed. Lilah was a friend we've had since highschool she is a few years younger than us, but she graduated this year.
"Her death note's on the table." she said ending her speech as cried, softer than before, again. I read the letter.
'To whom it may concern-You can thank Mikey Way. Age shoudlnt matter! Neither should looks. but you didn't care. Im gone now, and im sorry to those i care for... i just couldnt do anymore. ugh... its not Mikes fault... so many things have been building up. SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT!
-Selena,' I saw the page was tearstained... whos tears? i could not tell. But i held my precious helena as she cried all the while. Frank and i attempting to soothe her, faied at consolation. She look bad... not this again. whenever something happened that has to do with cutting or suicide... she falls back into her old habits.... then i saw her arms.

Notes

Short but clifhangerish... wadda you think?