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I prefer if you listen to "Today", by Smashing Pumpkins while reading this.
Frank's POV
It felt weird, it was weird to just leave, and pretend it never happened.
Pretend I never loved someone like that before.
Pretend I wasn't still broken. The truth was, I can't pretend.
I loved Alex but getting laid and pretending I don't love Gerard wouldn't solve my problems.
The Jersey wind played with my black hair as I put in my earphones.
I still had Gee's Ipod.
"Today is the greatest ,Day I've ever known Can't live for tomorrow, Tomorrow's much too long ,I'll burn my eyes out Before I get out , I wanted more Than life could ever grant me Bored by the chore Of saving face", I started to cry, hoping my old best friend would come do me old favors.
Gerard's POV
The pressed against my head, like a joke that would cost a life. They laughed.
I guess if life aint just a joke, then why are they laughing. Death doesn't scare me.
If they pulled the trigger you wouldn't know how much simpler life would be for others.
Frank would be okay, my parent would put the fighting aside to actually care again, but Alex would be with me. Dead. All I cared about really is how frank feels. "Get on your knees bitch!," I didn't dare
look back , I fell to my knees. "Just pull the damn trigger," I said calm and optimistic about life after death.I kept thinking I would be a ringleader in a fucking parade.
"Just fucking shoot," I snapped.
I don't remember what happened.
Screams, gun shots,a familar face infront of my eyesm and the blood trickling down my motionless face.
Alex's POV
After frank left , I showered, I thought about what happened.
My body was exposed, like my sexuality.
I washed away my thoughts and thought how I would never drown In a shower,
But I could drown in my tears.
I would never ever do that to frank.
I made him go through that pain, the pain I went through.
He could never pull the trigger.
---
Hawthorne, where I was born and grew up until I was 13, when I was 13 that's when I met my match, when I met the things that still kill me.
I guess it's better if I stay away from Hawthorne but I can't.
I took the next exit, the cemetery looked different at night, the tombstones looked alive.
I crashed through the cemetery gates.
This is what I want.
I was way to abnormal for this world anyways.
The poison polluting my car.
I took one sip as if it would be my last.
Right here and Right now, everyone wants to change the world, but I'll do it using my life.
It was hard to get out of my car with this big black dress on.
I sipped the poisonous fluid and walked to the tombstone.
The whispers filled the cold air. My cold blood would stain this grave, would stain Frank , and Gerard. I put the gun to my head.Silver tears like rain drops travel down my face
And we'll love again, We'll laugh again
We'll cry again and we'll dance again
And its better of this way so much better of this way.
I slipped the Cyanide pills in my mouth, knowing I only had 10-20 seconds.
Thats when I had the guts.. I pulled the trigger.
Frank's POV
It felt weird, it was weird to just leave, and pretend it never happened.
Pretend I never loved someone like that before.
Pretend I wasn't still broken. The truth was, I can't pretend.
I loved Alex but getting laid and pretending I don't love Gerard wouldn't solve my problems.
The Jersey wind played with my black hair as I put in my earphones.
I still had Gee's Ipod.
"Today is the greatest ,Day I've ever known Can't live for tomorrow, Tomorrow's much too long ,I'll burn my eyes out Before I get out , I wanted more Than life could ever grant me Bored by the chore Of saving face", I started to cry, hoping my old best friend would come do me old favors.
Gerard's POV
The pressed against my head, like a joke that would cost a life. They laughed.
I guess if life aint just a joke, then why are they laughing. Death doesn't scare me.
If they pulled the trigger you wouldn't know how much simpler life would be for others.
Frank would be okay, my parent would put the fighting aside to actually care again, but Alex would be with me. Dead. All I cared about really is how frank feels. "Get on your knees bitch!," I didn't dare
look back , I fell to my knees. "Just pull the damn trigger," I said calm and optimistic about life after death.I kept thinking I would be a ringleader in a fucking parade.
"Just fucking shoot," I snapped.
I don't remember what happened.
Screams, gun shots,a familar face infront of my eyesm and the blood trickling down my motionless face.
Alex's POV
After frank left , I showered, I thought about what happened.
My body was exposed, like my sexuality.
I washed away my thoughts and thought how I would never drown In a shower,
But I could drown in my tears.
I would never ever do that to frank.
I made him go through that pain, the pain I went through.
He could never pull the trigger.
---
Hawthorne, where I was born and grew up until I was 13, when I was 13 that's when I met my match, when I met the things that still kill me.
I guess it's better if I stay away from Hawthorne but I can't.
I took the next exit, the cemetery looked different at night, the tombstones looked alive.
I crashed through the cemetery gates.
This is what I want.
I was way to abnormal for this world anyways.
The poison polluting my car.
I took one sip as if it would be my last.
Right here and Right now, everyone wants to change the world, but I'll do it using my life.
It was hard to get out of my car with this big black dress on.
I sipped the poisonous fluid and walked to the tombstone.
The whispers filled the cold air. My cold blood would stain this grave, would stain Frank , and Gerard. I put the gun to my head.Silver tears like rain drops travel down my face
And we'll love again, We'll laugh again
We'll cry again and we'll dance again
And its better of this way so much better of this way.
I slipped the Cyanide pills in my mouth, knowing I only had 10-20 seconds.
Thats when I had the guts.. I pulled the trigger.
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