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The Last Kid From Yesterday
21 ReviewsMy Chemical Romance coming to an end. The last remaining Kid from Yesterday's story. [MUSIC and WORDS #1] Sad ending.
this is my entry for the idea (I'm not sure what it's called) that the brilliant CosmicZombie came up with. Inspired by The Kids From Yesterday. I'm really not sure how this came out of my head, I just listened to the song and it just poured out. If that makes any sense.
Hope you enjoy :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own My Chemical Romance blah blah blah... They are still alive as far as I'm aware and I in no way want them dead. It's just a story. They're not the same age and have gone on to have more children in this, I've not given them names as they DO NOT exist. Credit to the whole idea goes to CosmicZombie.
R&R? Pretty please with telepathic hugs and sprinkles and marshmallows and kittens and... Stuff on top...
It was the year 2067, mid July.
The graveyard was calm and quiet, the peaceful silence only broken by a bird perched on the rusty gate, softly chirping every few seconds, like a sweet lullaby.
The leaves on the apple tree swayed lazily in the warm breeze and the old, dry branches threw shadows over the uneven ground, as the last few rays of the setting sun peeked over a hill, casting it's golden light over the headstones imbedded in the over-grown grass.
You couldn't imagine a more peaceful place to be buried.
Suddenly, the relaxed atmosphere was interrupted by the harsh creaking of rusted metal being dragged from it's hinges.
A man of about 70 was slowly making his way through the gate and across the cemetery. His longish black-grey hair was tucked under a black hat, the fringe blowing against his wrinkled forehead as he moved, and in his right hand he held a wooden walking stick, which he pushed forcefully against the ground every second step he took, setting a rhythm as he neared his destination.
He moved purposefully and confidently, only slowing to a halt when he reached the end of the 12th row of headstones. It was there that he laid his walking stick down on the soft grass and stood up straight, shielding his eyes from the sun.
This was Frank Iero's favourite place to be in the summer.
Franks lips curved into a small, tired smile as he faced the four graves in front of him.
"Hello again Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob." he said softly, tipping his hat slightly in the direction of each headstone as he read the names out aloud. "Fine day isn't it?"
Not that Frank was expecting a reply or anything. He was old but he wasn't crazy. He was the last living member of a band once known as My Chemical Romance and although the band had split up many years before the deaths of Gerard and Michael Way, Raymond Toro and Robert Bryar, Frank had never forgotten his bandmates. How could he? They were like brothers to him. They were his best friends and the memories they'd shared together, were the best Frank had.
Frank let out a soft sigh and he closed his sparkling hazel eyes as he remembered.
FLASHBACK
"But you only hear the music when your heart begins to break..." Gerard crooned into the microphone, his recently dyed turquoise hair plastered to his face as the rain beat down on the stage.
The crowd went wild, screaming and jumping up and down with delight as Ray took off with another epic guitar solo, and I took this opportunity to lightly brush a strand of Gerard's hair behind his ear. He turned and smiled adoringly at me, the crows feet in the corners of his mouth marking his 41 years of age, despite not looking a day over 21.
Gerard wrapped an arm around my waist, being careful of the new tattoo I'd recently gotten, and shouted into the microphone.
"Who here remembers frerard?!"
The crowd gave the loudest scream yet and I could see in the corner of my eye, Mikey rolling his eyes at Bob, who'd rejoined the band after a few years due to 'persistent hassling from twitter fans' as he'd explained.
"Well that's good. Because as it's our last show EVER, we thought we'd bring it back one last ti-" Gerard was cut off when I frantically glued our mouths together, desperate for a good ol' bit of frerard. Not that Gee and I were anything more than friends. Fans often seemed to forget that we were both happily married to women . Frerard was just another memory in the wild past of My Chemical Romance.
END OF FLASHBACK
Although seemingly meaningless, that had been one of Frank's dearest and most cherished memories. It had been the last show his band had ever played and probably the best show they'd ever done, complete with songs from all era's and reenactments of certain music videos. But it had also been the last time any of them would see Gerard.
At only 41 years old, Gerard Arthur Way had died from failed kidneys, leaving his wife and two daughters.
Mikey withdrew from his famous lifestyle and moved back to Jersey with his wife and son. He and the other band members met up every few years for coffee and to visit Gerard's grave, until finally, the inevitable happened and Bobs reckless and drunk-driving led him to die in a car accident at just 47 years old.
The ex-bandmates drifted further apart after losing another friend and Frank only saw them at Gerard and Bobs graves from then on.
As this cemetery was fairly small and not-very-well cared for; they'd had no trouble arranging for the two bandmates to be laid to rest next to each other. Gerard would've wanted them all to stay together, Frank thought to himself as he wiped a few tears from his eyes and blinked down at the graves in front of him.
His wife had specifically asked him to not put any more strain on himself when he went to visit them. But he couldn't stop the memories coming now, he needed to hold on to the memories, else he might forget his old best friends names, like his alzheimer's had caused him to do with almost everyone in his family.
But My Chemical Romance had been Franks life; and it isn't as easy to forget your own life as it is to forget a few names here and there.
FLASHBACK
"Dad!" Cherry yelled from the living room. "Come quick!"
I sighed, looking longingly out of the door I had been about to step though, into the cool night air. I'd wanted nothing more than to take a long walk at that moment, my head needed clearing after the emotional visit to Gee and Bobs graves today.
I cleared my throat out of habit, I'd given up smoking years ago after it had been discovered that, Gerards chain-smoking was the cause of his kidney failure.
"What is it hun'?" my voice sounded rough with suppressed emotion.
"Dad come here quickly! It's uncle Mikey!" her usually calm, relaxed voice was now cracked and broken, heightening my alarm and causing me to forget all about my walk as I rushed to her side.
Her face told me everything before she spoke.
END OF FLASHBACK
At 68 years of age, father of one son and a lot of cats he claimed were his children, Michael James Way passed away due to old age.
That was when it finally hit Frank, that his best friends, his brothers, were leaving him, one by one.
After that, Frank and Ray saw one another whenever they had any free time. They visited their friends graves together every year and refused to drift apart again.
The sun was almost completely gone by now, and an owls persistent hooting took place of the birds singing. It wasn't particularly dark yet, but enough that Frank wouldn't have long before his family sent out a search party. He hadn't noticed he was now kneeling on the cool grass, and was face-to-face with the last headstone, which read;
'Raymond Toro, aged 74, wonderful brother, husband and father taken in his sleep. Professional cupcake killer.'
That last part had been scratched into the stone by Frank, with the help of Rays children, who'd wanted their father to be remembered in the least-serious way possible, and as more of the kind of guy everyone could get along with.
Tears were now streaming freely down Frank's aged face, and his shaky hands dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief. He gulped a few crisp breaths of the cooling air and pulled himself up from the ground. He rested his hand gently on each of his friends headstones one last time, and as he walked back to his car he quietly sung;
"you only hear the music when your heart begins to break... Now we are the kids from yesterday"
Less than one year later, the fifth and final headstone was added to the end of the 12th row. It read;
'Frank Anthony Iero Jr. Aged 72. Beloved husband and father. Carried on until the end. The last remaining kid from yesterday. A tattooed midget that used a guitar like a weapon'
The kids from yesterday were finally reunited.
soooo what did you think? I know I kind of switched between first and third person during the flashbacks and the actual story, but it was easier that way. Hope it was okay!!
~ A+E xo
Hope you enjoy :)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own My Chemical Romance blah blah blah... They are still alive as far as I'm aware and I in no way want them dead. It's just a story. They're not the same age and have gone on to have more children in this, I've not given them names as they DO NOT exist. Credit to the whole idea goes to CosmicZombie.
R&R? Pretty please with telepathic hugs and sprinkles and marshmallows and kittens and... Stuff on top...
It was the year 2067, mid July.
The graveyard was calm and quiet, the peaceful silence only broken by a bird perched on the rusty gate, softly chirping every few seconds, like a sweet lullaby.
The leaves on the apple tree swayed lazily in the warm breeze and the old, dry branches threw shadows over the uneven ground, as the last few rays of the setting sun peeked over a hill, casting it's golden light over the headstones imbedded in the over-grown grass.
You couldn't imagine a more peaceful place to be buried.
Suddenly, the relaxed atmosphere was interrupted by the harsh creaking of rusted metal being dragged from it's hinges.
A man of about 70 was slowly making his way through the gate and across the cemetery. His longish black-grey hair was tucked under a black hat, the fringe blowing against his wrinkled forehead as he moved, and in his right hand he held a wooden walking stick, which he pushed forcefully against the ground every second step he took, setting a rhythm as he neared his destination.
He moved purposefully and confidently, only slowing to a halt when he reached the end of the 12th row of headstones. It was there that he laid his walking stick down on the soft grass and stood up straight, shielding his eyes from the sun.
This was Frank Iero's favourite place to be in the summer.
Franks lips curved into a small, tired smile as he faced the four graves in front of him.
"Hello again Gerard, Mikey, Ray and Bob." he said softly, tipping his hat slightly in the direction of each headstone as he read the names out aloud. "Fine day isn't it?"
Not that Frank was expecting a reply or anything. He was old but he wasn't crazy. He was the last living member of a band once known as My Chemical Romance and although the band had split up many years before the deaths of Gerard and Michael Way, Raymond Toro and Robert Bryar, Frank had never forgotten his bandmates. How could he? They were like brothers to him. They were his best friends and the memories they'd shared together, were the best Frank had.
Frank let out a soft sigh and he closed his sparkling hazel eyes as he remembered.
FLASHBACK
"But you only hear the music when your heart begins to break..." Gerard crooned into the microphone, his recently dyed turquoise hair plastered to his face as the rain beat down on the stage.
The crowd went wild, screaming and jumping up and down with delight as Ray took off with another epic guitar solo, and I took this opportunity to lightly brush a strand of Gerard's hair behind his ear. He turned and smiled adoringly at me, the crows feet in the corners of his mouth marking his 41 years of age, despite not looking a day over 21.
Gerard wrapped an arm around my waist, being careful of the new tattoo I'd recently gotten, and shouted into the microphone.
"Who here remembers frerard?!"
The crowd gave the loudest scream yet and I could see in the corner of my eye, Mikey rolling his eyes at Bob, who'd rejoined the band after a few years due to 'persistent hassling from twitter fans' as he'd explained.
"Well that's good. Because as it's our last show EVER, we thought we'd bring it back one last ti-" Gerard was cut off when I frantically glued our mouths together, desperate for a good ol' bit of frerard. Not that Gee and I were anything more than friends. Fans often seemed to forget that we were both happily married to women . Frerard was just another memory in the wild past of My Chemical Romance.
END OF FLASHBACK
Although seemingly meaningless, that had been one of Frank's dearest and most cherished memories. It had been the last show his band had ever played and probably the best show they'd ever done, complete with songs from all era's and reenactments of certain music videos. But it had also been the last time any of them would see Gerard.
At only 41 years old, Gerard Arthur Way had died from failed kidneys, leaving his wife and two daughters.
Mikey withdrew from his famous lifestyle and moved back to Jersey with his wife and son. He and the other band members met up every few years for coffee and to visit Gerard's grave, until finally, the inevitable happened and Bobs reckless and drunk-driving led him to die in a car accident at just 47 years old.
The ex-bandmates drifted further apart after losing another friend and Frank only saw them at Gerard and Bobs graves from then on.
As this cemetery was fairly small and not-very-well cared for; they'd had no trouble arranging for the two bandmates to be laid to rest next to each other. Gerard would've wanted them all to stay together, Frank thought to himself as he wiped a few tears from his eyes and blinked down at the graves in front of him.
His wife had specifically asked him to not put any more strain on himself when he went to visit them. But he couldn't stop the memories coming now, he needed to hold on to the memories, else he might forget his old best friends names, like his alzheimer's had caused him to do with almost everyone in his family.
But My Chemical Romance had been Franks life; and it isn't as easy to forget your own life as it is to forget a few names here and there.
FLASHBACK
"Dad!" Cherry yelled from the living room. "Come quick!"
I sighed, looking longingly out of the door I had been about to step though, into the cool night air. I'd wanted nothing more than to take a long walk at that moment, my head needed clearing after the emotional visit to Gee and Bobs graves today.
I cleared my throat out of habit, I'd given up smoking years ago after it had been discovered that, Gerards chain-smoking was the cause of his kidney failure.
"What is it hun'?" my voice sounded rough with suppressed emotion.
"Dad come here quickly! It's uncle Mikey!" her usually calm, relaxed voice was now cracked and broken, heightening my alarm and causing me to forget all about my walk as I rushed to her side.
Her face told me everything before she spoke.
END OF FLASHBACK
At 68 years of age, father of one son and a lot of cats he claimed were his children, Michael James Way passed away due to old age.
That was when it finally hit Frank, that his best friends, his brothers, were leaving him, one by one.
After that, Frank and Ray saw one another whenever they had any free time. They visited their friends graves together every year and refused to drift apart again.
The sun was almost completely gone by now, and an owls persistent hooting took place of the birds singing. It wasn't particularly dark yet, but enough that Frank wouldn't have long before his family sent out a search party. He hadn't noticed he was now kneeling on the cool grass, and was face-to-face with the last headstone, which read;
'Raymond Toro, aged 74, wonderful brother, husband and father taken in his sleep. Professional cupcake killer.'
That last part had been scratched into the stone by Frank, with the help of Rays children, who'd wanted their father to be remembered in the least-serious way possible, and as more of the kind of guy everyone could get along with.
Tears were now streaming freely down Frank's aged face, and his shaky hands dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief. He gulped a few crisp breaths of the cooling air and pulled himself up from the ground. He rested his hand gently on each of his friends headstones one last time, and as he walked back to his car he quietly sung;
"you only hear the music when your heart begins to break... Now we are the kids from yesterday"
Less than one year later, the fifth and final headstone was added to the end of the 12th row. It read;
'Frank Anthony Iero Jr. Aged 72. Beloved husband and father. Carried on until the end. The last remaining kid from yesterday. A tattooed midget that used a guitar like a weapon'
The kids from yesterday were finally reunited.
soooo what did you think? I know I kind of switched between first and third person during the flashbacks and the actual story, but it was easier that way. Hope it was okay!!
~ A+E xo
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