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Remembering Sunday (Edited!)
10 ReviewsMy first One-shot,sad. "Gee..." Mikey choked out. "Frank's gone remember? He's been for about a week now..." Slightly edited!
A/N: This is just an idea I came up with while listening to Remembering Sunday by All Time Low. Kinda sad I guess, and this is my first one-shot, so tell me what you think please. If you haven't heard the song, I really think you should, it's pretty awesome. Enjoy! BTW, I might write more song-fics.
"Oh Gerard..." Frank mused," Come on, let's go to our bedroom." He grabbed Gerard by the hand and led him up the stairs. They had just eaten breakfast, but two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs. When they reached the top of the stairs, Frank gripped his hand tighter. Well, until they reached the bedroom door. Frank let go of Gerard's hand and went into the room, locking the door behind him.
"Frank? C'mon, open up." he knocked on the door.
"Nope! I'm not opening it!" his voice muffled.
"Frank! Open the door!" he yelled, now banging on it.
"NO! Gerard, I'm not opening the door!" Frank replied.
"Frank, open the damn door, what are you doing in there!" he said as he rattled the doorknob.
This time there was no response. Growing tired, Gerard sank to the floor. "Frank..." he rapped his knuckles on the door lightly, "open up..."
A piercing scream sounded through the door.
Gerard's head shot up, he looked around as the sound of thunder echoed through the house. He was on the couch, bottles of booze surrounding him. Not just a few, but actual heaps, strewn all across the floor. He sure as hell doesn't remember drinking those.
"They must be Franks."
Another flash of lightning flooded through the house, during which Gerard glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning, so why wasn't Frank with him?
The raven haired suit-clad vampire look alike stood up from the sofa. He shivered slightly. How wasn't he cold? There wasn't even a duvet on him, surely Frank would've placed one on him. Getting worried, he called out:
"Frank? Are you here?"
Nothing.
He inhaled, "Frank? C'mon.... where are you?"
Not daring to breathe, he waited another moment.
All he heard was the fast paced rhythm of rain drops, and the occasional distant rumble of thunder.
Maybe he was drinking. Maybe he's fast asleep on the bed.
Deciding it would be best to check, Gerard ascended the staircase. There was no need to switch on a light, since the lightning was giving enough light to see. And what Gerard saw was a huge mess.
There were clothes, shoes, and even more bottles of booze, shit, there was even some of Frankie's guitar picks and Gerard's drawings. All this and more were scattered on the floor for some unapparent reason.
"What the fuck happened here?" he wondered out loud. It's two in the morning, there's a huge mess, and the smell of alcohol is lingering all throughout the house. Not exactly a pleasant awakening. And from the look of it, Frank was missing, his beloved Frank. For some strange reason, this all felt familiar, he swore this has happened before.
It's beginning to drive him crazy. His head began pounding, and he got the urge to vomit. Rushing to the bathroom, he collapsed at the toilet, spilling out all the contents of his stomach. After heaving for a bit, Gerard realized he stunk. But instead of showering, he decided to just change clothes. Grabbing the edge of the sink for balance, Gerard stood up.
Stumbling through the darkness, the occasional lightning bolt and sound of thunder guided him towards the bedroom. As he made his way through the mess, he stepped on something that pierced through his slippers.
Reaching down to remove the said object, Gerard noticed it was a shard of glass. Stooping lower to examine further, he sees a portrait. It's one of Frank. The one he drew for him about a month ago. Gerard remembered the moment vividly.
"What'd you get me Gee?" Frank bounced up and down.
"Relax a bit and I'll tell you." the taller of the two cooed.
"C'mon, just give it already..." he bounced up trying to grasp it.
"Fine. Here ya go sugar pop."
The smaller reached up and grabbed the gift wrapped rectangle.
"I wonder what it is..." Frank said as he tore the wrapping to shreds. What he saw made him go all doe-eyed.
"I love it Gee! This is amazing! You actually made me look GOOD!"
"You always look good Frankie. Gee shrugged.
"Whatever you say. This is still fucking amazing." Frank clutched the portrait to his chest.
If he loved it so much, why was it cracked and broken?
Portrait in hand, Gerard walked towards the bedroom. Upon entering, he notices it is half empty. The wardrobe only contained his clothes, and the guitar stand that was usually resting in the corner was missing. Aside from that, tons of other miniscule things were missing, things Gerard didn't realize were there until it was gone.
It was beginning to rain even harder, the storm becoming harsher. All the noise was making Gerard's head pound, a major headache coming on. The cold breeze entering the room wasn't helping much either. The window was always kept closed, so why would it be open now?
As he glanced around the room once more, Gerard's gaze fixed onto a small bottle of vodka. Grabbing it from the bureau, he uncapped it and chugged it down. Hopefully now his headache will fade away.
A wave of heat washed through him, due to the vodka. Drunk once more, Gerard grabbed his phone and proceeded to dial Mikey. He must know where Frank ran off to.
"Hello?" a rather groggy voice answered.
"Moikey?" Gerard slurred.
"Gee? Whaddya want?" the sibling yawned. "It's nearly three in the morning."
"I was wonderin' if ya know where Fronkeh is..."
Mikey sighed. "Are you drunk again Gerard?"
"Nah. I'm not drunk. Juss' drank a bit of vodka here. Then I got to thinkin' if ya know where Fronkeh is...."
A slight pause.
"Gee..." Mikey choked out. "Frank's gone remember? He's been for about a week now..."
"Is that why all his shit is gone?"
"Yeah, Gee, that's why..." Mikey let out a small whimper, "all his shit is gone. That's exactly why."
"Oh."
"Ahem.. Yeah Gee. Are you okay? Should I come over?"
"No Moikey, s'ok. I can manage the night by myself."
"Well, alright Gee. But I'll come over in the morning okay?"
"Yea Moikey. See you then. Love 'ya 'bro."
"Love you too Gee."
Dialtone.
"So my Fronkeh's gone..." Gerard uttered. Suddenly, he got yet another horrible headache. He fell to the floor, clutching his head in agony. He lay there a few minutes, the events from the week flooding back to him. No wonder all this feels so familiar, it's been happening all these days.
The strange dream, waking up alone, searching for Frankie, calling Mikey drunk, the booze, everything.
No wonder he was wearing a black suit and tie. He's been wearing it all week. Gerard hasn't been sober for day's ; ever since.......
Frank's funeral.
It all started when Gerard professed his love to Frank. He thought it was the perfect moment, they've been together for a year, and Gerard truly loved him. They had spent the day together, watching movies, cuddling, eating, whatever they had on their minds. But when he said that, it ruined everything.
Frank said there was no such thing as love. Gerard was determined to call it bluff. Who could deny those butterflies that he felt inside? They filled his gut whenever he was with him. Surely, Frank felt the same thing. But he denied it, he said he felt no such thing. Unconvinced, Frank repeated that love was not real, and that he didn't love Gerard.
Hurt, Gerard stormed up the stairs, making a huge mess once he got to the room. He threw things everywhere, flinging them every which way. Satisfied with his mess, he grabbed a jacket and stormed out the house, making his way to the nearest bar.
Frank just stood there and watched the whole thing. He didn't mean to hurt Gerard. He was the first person to love him. Frank lied, he did believe in love. He just didn't want to grasp the idea that Gerard loved him. He thought that if he kept the idea that Gerard didn't love him, it would keep him from getting hurt again. Everyone who told Frank they loved him have abandoned him, or hurt him in some way. He didn't want Gerard to do the same.
But apparently, Gerard didn't love him anymore. In an attempt to keep himself from getting hurt, Frank did the exact thing he didn't want to happen to him to Gerard. He was alone once again, all because he didn't take the risk.
Full of guilt, Frank decided there was only one thing left to do. He was just another worthless piece of shit in the world, so why keep on living? Might as well do the world a favor and get rid of himself for them. He walked to his bedroom, and grabbed a pen and sheet of paper.
Dear Gee,
I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible. I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt. Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair, and out of my mind, keeping an eye on the world. With me so many thousands of feet off the ground, or below, I'm not sure. Hopefully I'm at home in the clouds, towering over your head. I'm so sorry Gee, I just don't belong in this world.
I Love You.
Well, I guess I'll go home now.....
-Frank Anthony Iero
P.S. I know it's too late, but I DO love you Gee.
This was the note Gerard found under a bottle of vodka the next morning when he got back from the bar. When he looked towards the window, it was terrifying. Frank had hung himself. He was hanging from the outside of the window, a noose around his neck. It had been raining, so he was wet and pale. His lips were a deep purple though, and his eyes were open.
Gerard had collapsed, and he lay on the floor bawling his eyes out for a good hour. Finally, he had gotten the nerve to call 911, and the rest was a drunken blur. Up until the funeral, that is. It was held on a Sunday, to which only Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and Bob attended. A few more close friends and family members had also gone. Frank's parents didn't though, they had long abandoned him. Gerard gave a eulogy, in which he professed all his feelings for the younger, but it was all too late.
The funeral was nearly a week ago, on a Sunday. All these days, he's been repeating the same idiotic, drunken stupor, and it's about time to stop it. No more brazen idiocy, no more.
Grabbing the broken portrait and Frank's note, Gerard walked back to the bathroom. He knew exactly what he had to do. Locking the door behind him, he turned on the bath. Gerard didn't bother turning on the light; the lightning was still providing enough. Turning to the medicine cabinet, Gerard brought out a sharp razor. While the tub was filling with warm water, Gerard stripped off his clothes.
Once he was fully undressed and the tub was full, Gerard grabbed the razor. He slid into the soothing water, relaxing a bit. Finally working up the nerve, he pressed the razor to his left wrist. He held it there for a while, cutting in deeply. As soon as he was used to the pain, he removed it from there and slit over it. Blood began gushing out, turning the water a light shade of crimson. Before he got too faint, Gerard did the same thing to his right wrist. Finished, he allowed the razor blade to sink down the tub's surface. He watched as the water turn a extremely dark blood red, his eyes beginning to droop. Before he lost consciousness, he glanced once more at his wrists. He had carved the words 'I Love You' into them, a mess of swollen skin and blood.
He knew he made the right choice.
"I guess I'll go home now...." he mumbled.
"I guess I'll go home now...."
"I guess I'll go home now too Frankie......"
The next day, there was a knock on the door.
"Gerard!" Mikey yelled through the door, waiting for a response.
"Gee!" he sighed, "Are you there?" Mikey waited a moment, before remembering there was a key under the mat. Reaching down to get it, he opened the door. He stepped inside, and saw a gigantic mess.
"Shit Gerard, this needs to stop." he muttered under his breath as he walked to the stairs. he clambered up, and began looking through the rooms. "Gerard! Where are you?"
Once he got to the bathroom, he noticed a limp arm hanging from the tub. Picking up speed, he ran into the bathroom.
"Oh god." Mikey fell to his knees, tears welling in his eyes. "No Gerard, why?"
So? What do you think? This is my first one shot, so be honest! I hope it was sad enough, since that was my aim. Please R&R! I will give out Skittles and lollipops to those who do!
"Oh Gerard..." Frank mused," Come on, let's go to our bedroom." He grabbed Gerard by the hand and led him up the stairs. They had just eaten breakfast, but two eggs don't last like the feeling of what he needs. When they reached the top of the stairs, Frank gripped his hand tighter. Well, until they reached the bedroom door. Frank let go of Gerard's hand and went into the room, locking the door behind him.
"Frank? C'mon, open up." he knocked on the door.
"Nope! I'm not opening it!" his voice muffled.
"Frank! Open the door!" he yelled, now banging on it.
"NO! Gerard, I'm not opening the door!" Frank replied.
"Frank, open the damn door, what are you doing in there!" he said as he rattled the doorknob.
This time there was no response. Growing tired, Gerard sank to the floor. "Frank..." he rapped his knuckles on the door lightly, "open up..."
A piercing scream sounded through the door.
Gerard's head shot up, he looked around as the sound of thunder echoed through the house. He was on the couch, bottles of booze surrounding him. Not just a few, but actual heaps, strewn all across the floor. He sure as hell doesn't remember drinking those.
"They must be Franks."
Another flash of lightning flooded through the house, during which Gerard glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning, so why wasn't Frank with him?
The raven haired suit-clad vampire look alike stood up from the sofa. He shivered slightly. How wasn't he cold? There wasn't even a duvet on him, surely Frank would've placed one on him. Getting worried, he called out:
"Frank? Are you here?"
Nothing.
He inhaled, "Frank? C'mon.... where are you?"
Not daring to breathe, he waited another moment.
All he heard was the fast paced rhythm of rain drops, and the occasional distant rumble of thunder.
Maybe he was drinking. Maybe he's fast asleep on the bed.
Deciding it would be best to check, Gerard ascended the staircase. There was no need to switch on a light, since the lightning was giving enough light to see. And what Gerard saw was a huge mess.
There were clothes, shoes, and even more bottles of booze, shit, there was even some of Frankie's guitar picks and Gerard's drawings. All this and more were scattered on the floor for some unapparent reason.
"What the fuck happened here?" he wondered out loud. It's two in the morning, there's a huge mess, and the smell of alcohol is lingering all throughout the house. Not exactly a pleasant awakening. And from the look of it, Frank was missing, his beloved Frank. For some strange reason, this all felt familiar, he swore this has happened before.
It's beginning to drive him crazy. His head began pounding, and he got the urge to vomit. Rushing to the bathroom, he collapsed at the toilet, spilling out all the contents of his stomach. After heaving for a bit, Gerard realized he stunk. But instead of showering, he decided to just change clothes. Grabbing the edge of the sink for balance, Gerard stood up.
Stumbling through the darkness, the occasional lightning bolt and sound of thunder guided him towards the bedroom. As he made his way through the mess, he stepped on something that pierced through his slippers.
Reaching down to remove the said object, Gerard noticed it was a shard of glass. Stooping lower to examine further, he sees a portrait. It's one of Frank. The one he drew for him about a month ago. Gerard remembered the moment vividly.
"What'd you get me Gee?" Frank bounced up and down.
"Relax a bit and I'll tell you." the taller of the two cooed.
"C'mon, just give it already..." he bounced up trying to grasp it.
"Fine. Here ya go sugar pop."
The smaller reached up and grabbed the gift wrapped rectangle.
"I wonder what it is..." Frank said as he tore the wrapping to shreds. What he saw made him go all doe-eyed.
"I love it Gee! This is amazing! You actually made me look GOOD!"
"You always look good Frankie. Gee shrugged.
"Whatever you say. This is still fucking amazing." Frank clutched the portrait to his chest.
If he loved it so much, why was it cracked and broken?
Portrait in hand, Gerard walked towards the bedroom. Upon entering, he notices it is half empty. The wardrobe only contained his clothes, and the guitar stand that was usually resting in the corner was missing. Aside from that, tons of other miniscule things were missing, things Gerard didn't realize were there until it was gone.
It was beginning to rain even harder, the storm becoming harsher. All the noise was making Gerard's head pound, a major headache coming on. The cold breeze entering the room wasn't helping much either. The window was always kept closed, so why would it be open now?
As he glanced around the room once more, Gerard's gaze fixed onto a small bottle of vodka. Grabbing it from the bureau, he uncapped it and chugged it down. Hopefully now his headache will fade away.
A wave of heat washed through him, due to the vodka. Drunk once more, Gerard grabbed his phone and proceeded to dial Mikey. He must know where Frank ran off to.
"Hello?" a rather groggy voice answered.
"Moikey?" Gerard slurred.
"Gee? Whaddya want?" the sibling yawned. "It's nearly three in the morning."
"I was wonderin' if ya know where Fronkeh is..."
Mikey sighed. "Are you drunk again Gerard?"
"Nah. I'm not drunk. Juss' drank a bit of vodka here. Then I got to thinkin' if ya know where Fronkeh is...."
A slight pause.
"Gee..." Mikey choked out. "Frank's gone remember? He's been for about a week now..."
"Is that why all his shit is gone?"
"Yeah, Gee, that's why..." Mikey let out a small whimper, "all his shit is gone. That's exactly why."
"Oh."
"Ahem.. Yeah Gee. Are you okay? Should I come over?"
"No Moikey, s'ok. I can manage the night by myself."
"Well, alright Gee. But I'll come over in the morning okay?"
"Yea Moikey. See you then. Love 'ya 'bro."
"Love you too Gee."
Dialtone.
"So my Fronkeh's gone..." Gerard uttered. Suddenly, he got yet another horrible headache. He fell to the floor, clutching his head in agony. He lay there a few minutes, the events from the week flooding back to him. No wonder all this feels so familiar, it's been happening all these days.
The strange dream, waking up alone, searching for Frankie, calling Mikey drunk, the booze, everything.
No wonder he was wearing a black suit and tie. He's been wearing it all week. Gerard hasn't been sober for day's ; ever since.......
Frank's funeral.
It all started when Gerard professed his love to Frank. He thought it was the perfect moment, they've been together for a year, and Gerard truly loved him. They had spent the day together, watching movies, cuddling, eating, whatever they had on their minds. But when he said that, it ruined everything.
Frank said there was no such thing as love. Gerard was determined to call it bluff. Who could deny those butterflies that he felt inside? They filled his gut whenever he was with him. Surely, Frank felt the same thing. But he denied it, he said he felt no such thing. Unconvinced, Frank repeated that love was not real, and that he didn't love Gerard.
Hurt, Gerard stormed up the stairs, making a huge mess once he got to the room. He threw things everywhere, flinging them every which way. Satisfied with his mess, he grabbed a jacket and stormed out the house, making his way to the nearest bar.
Frank just stood there and watched the whole thing. He didn't mean to hurt Gerard. He was the first person to love him. Frank lied, he did believe in love. He just didn't want to grasp the idea that Gerard loved him. He thought that if he kept the idea that Gerard didn't love him, it would keep him from getting hurt again. Everyone who told Frank they loved him have abandoned him, or hurt him in some way. He didn't want Gerard to do the same.
But apparently, Gerard didn't love him anymore. In an attempt to keep himself from getting hurt, Frank did the exact thing he didn't want to happen to him to Gerard. He was alone once again, all because he didn't take the risk.
Full of guilt, Frank decided there was only one thing left to do. He was just another worthless piece of shit in the world, so why keep on living? Might as well do the world a favor and get rid of himself for them. He walked to his bedroom, and grabbed a pen and sheet of paper.
Dear Gee,
I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible. I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt. Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair, and out of my mind, keeping an eye on the world. With me so many thousands of feet off the ground, or below, I'm not sure. Hopefully I'm at home in the clouds, towering over your head. I'm so sorry Gee, I just don't belong in this world.
I Love You.
Well, I guess I'll go home now.....
-Frank Anthony Iero
P.S. I know it's too late, but I DO love you Gee.
This was the note Gerard found under a bottle of vodka the next morning when he got back from the bar. When he looked towards the window, it was terrifying. Frank had hung himself. He was hanging from the outside of the window, a noose around his neck. It had been raining, so he was wet and pale. His lips were a deep purple though, and his eyes were open.
Gerard had collapsed, and he lay on the floor bawling his eyes out for a good hour. Finally, he had gotten the nerve to call 911, and the rest was a drunken blur. Up until the funeral, that is. It was held on a Sunday, to which only Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and Bob attended. A few more close friends and family members had also gone. Frank's parents didn't though, they had long abandoned him. Gerard gave a eulogy, in which he professed all his feelings for the younger, but it was all too late.
The funeral was nearly a week ago, on a Sunday. All these days, he's been repeating the same idiotic, drunken stupor, and it's about time to stop it. No more brazen idiocy, no more.
Grabbing the broken portrait and Frank's note, Gerard walked back to the bathroom. He knew exactly what he had to do. Locking the door behind him, he turned on the bath. Gerard didn't bother turning on the light; the lightning was still providing enough. Turning to the medicine cabinet, Gerard brought out a sharp razor. While the tub was filling with warm water, Gerard stripped off his clothes.
Once he was fully undressed and the tub was full, Gerard grabbed the razor. He slid into the soothing water, relaxing a bit. Finally working up the nerve, he pressed the razor to his left wrist. He held it there for a while, cutting in deeply. As soon as he was used to the pain, he removed it from there and slit over it. Blood began gushing out, turning the water a light shade of crimson. Before he got too faint, Gerard did the same thing to his right wrist. Finished, he allowed the razor blade to sink down the tub's surface. He watched as the water turn a extremely dark blood red, his eyes beginning to droop. Before he lost consciousness, he glanced once more at his wrists. He had carved the words 'I Love You' into them, a mess of swollen skin and blood.
He knew he made the right choice.
"I guess I'll go home now...." he mumbled.
"I guess I'll go home now...."
"I guess I'll go home now too Frankie......"
The next day, there was a knock on the door.
"Gerard!" Mikey yelled through the door, waiting for a response.
"Gee!" he sighed, "Are you there?" Mikey waited a moment, before remembering there was a key under the mat. Reaching down to get it, he opened the door. He stepped inside, and saw a gigantic mess.
"Shit Gerard, this needs to stop." he muttered under his breath as he walked to the stairs. he clambered up, and began looking through the rooms. "Gerard! Where are you?"
Once he got to the bathroom, he noticed a limp arm hanging from the tub. Picking up speed, he ran into the bathroom.
"Oh god." Mikey fell to his knees, tears welling in his eyes. "No Gerard, why?"
So? What do you think? This is my first one shot, so be honest! I hope it was sad enough, since that was my aim. Please R&R! I will give out Skittles and lollipops to those who do!
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