In Gerard's eyes.
"Rachele!" I shouted, then ran to her to carry her in my arms.
I reached her and suddenly, she fell. She fell like she died and I was responsible. The originally orange sky became gray, and I was crying...I was crying tears of blood...
"NOOOOOOOOO!" I shouted.
(Now in reality...)
I swallowed deeply, needing to drink water.
It's 12 o' clock, and I'm in my bed.
It's 2 days from the accident and I was responsible.
I know I'm supposed to be there in the hospital, but Ray told me to settle myself down. Why do I need to settle myself down, I'm okay, I just am cut up about...
Don't remind yourself, Gerard.
Everything made sense right now. I sucked at everything. I'm useless, I'm a loser and I don't deserve someone like Rachele.
I killed Chloe Dark, and I killed Rachele.
I am responsible, I am.
I was the reason why Frank got so fucked up, with his fits.
He got mad, because Chloe didn't accept him as her boyfriend. Chloe just knew him, but she never knew that Frank tends to rush things.
But no one never knew why I wasn't fucked up after Helena died.
But in a different way.
I walked towards the mirror and looked into it.
Ugly scars rippled on my arms. No one notices 'cause I hide it with hoodies.
I pulled my shirt and I saw,
Words I always used to write on myself when Helena died.
I need not to explain.
A/N Short chapter, but hey, I wrote 2 chapters in a day. I suddenly got inspired by the writing fairy.