Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Schizophrenia
I feel the blade slice my skin, ripping me open and allowing the crimson to flow.
I hate myself.
I fucked up... So bad.
He hates me.
He chose her.
She has to die.
I put the knife away, touching the gun that rested in the front of my pants, the metal cold against my skin.
Good thing I'm wearing a baggy shirt today.
We're the only ones here.
Just me and her.
I don't think I can do this.
'You have to.'
Of course I'm going to listen.
I walk quietly into the room.
She's feeding Bandit.
Dammit!
'Kill them both.'
I pull out the gun, aiming it and pulling the trigger.
Bandit screams.
I can't kill her.
Luckily, she hasn't seen me.
I run out of the room, ignoring the toddlers cries.
I really am a horrible human being.
I keep running until I colapse.
Alone in the dark.
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"Lindsay!"
The singer screamed, falling to his knees in front of his wifes corpse, holding his arms out as his daughter ran to him.
"Dada!"
She cried.
"Moma!"
The poor child was traumatized!
It wasn't fair.
The same group of investigators are there, all showing signs of pity for the tragedy.
"Sir, we have the warrant."
"Okay. Go find the Iero boy and bring him in."
Gerard gasps.
They think Frank did this?
Are they insane.
"What the fuck?!"
He snarled, jumping up, careful not to startle his daughter.
"Frank Iero is now a suspect in the murder of Jamia Iero and Lindsay Way."
Gerard whimpered, staring at the person behind him.
Frank.
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I can't do it anymore.
'You will do as you're told.'
No.
I refuse to kill.
I refuse to hurt people anymore.
I love him, which is why I'm doing this.
[/'You coward!']
I walk into the house, ignoring the investigatiors.
I have to talk to him.
They're talking, but I can't focus on what they're saying.
It doesnt take long to find him.
He looks so heartbroken.
I swear I have never felt so much regret.
Tears are sliding down my cheeks.
I'm crying.
Well, it's to be expected.
I just want him to hold me again.
To kiss me again.
I want this to be perfect.
I am not worthy.
He's staring at me, eyes wide with what looks to be shock.
I almost want to chicken out.
No!
I will not back down.
I can't fight this along Gee.
I need your help.
You have to help.
Don't give up on me just yet.
I'm still here.
The voices just silence me.
They're so loud Gee..
Drown their cries of rage with your beautiful voice.
You're an angel.
Guide me to safety my love.
I'm afraid to jump.
Just kiss me one last time before I fall.
"Frankie..?"
Speak again!
Please?
It hurts less when you talk..
You are my antidote.
Please,
one
last
kiss.
For me?
"They made me do it Gee."
I wish I didn't have to see the look on his face.
He hates me now.
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I hate myself.
I fucked up... So bad.
He hates me.
He chose her.
She has to die.
I put the knife away, touching the gun that rested in the front of my pants, the metal cold against my skin.
Good thing I'm wearing a baggy shirt today.
We're the only ones here.
Just me and her.
I don't think I can do this.
'You have to.'
Of course I'm going to listen.
I walk quietly into the room.
She's feeding Bandit.
Dammit!
'Kill them both.'
I pull out the gun, aiming it and pulling the trigger.
Bandit screams.
I can't kill her.
Luckily, she hasn't seen me.
I run out of the room, ignoring the toddlers cries.
I really am a horrible human being.
I keep running until I colapse.
Alone in the dark.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Lindsay!"
The singer screamed, falling to his knees in front of his wifes corpse, holding his arms out as his daughter ran to him.
"Dada!"
She cried.
"Moma!"
The poor child was traumatized!
It wasn't fair.
The same group of investigators are there, all showing signs of pity for the tragedy.
"Sir, we have the warrant."
"Okay. Go find the Iero boy and bring him in."
Gerard gasps.
They think Frank did this?
Are they insane.
"What the fuck?!"
He snarled, jumping up, careful not to startle his daughter.
"Frank Iero is now a suspect in the murder of Jamia Iero and Lindsay Way."
Gerard whimpered, staring at the person behind him.
Frank.
--------------------------------------
I can't do it anymore.
'You will do as you're told.'
No.
I refuse to kill.
I refuse to hurt people anymore.
I love him, which is why I'm doing this.
[/'You coward!']
I walk into the house, ignoring the investigatiors.
I have to talk to him.
They're talking, but I can't focus on what they're saying.
It doesnt take long to find him.
He looks so heartbroken.
I swear I have never felt so much regret.
Tears are sliding down my cheeks.
I'm crying.
Well, it's to be expected.
I just want him to hold me again.
To kiss me again.
I want this to be perfect.
I am not worthy.
He's staring at me, eyes wide with what looks to be shock.
I almost want to chicken out.
No!
I will not back down.
I can't fight this along Gee.
I need your help.
You have to help.
Don't give up on me just yet.
I'm still here.
The voices just silence me.
They're so loud Gee..
Drown their cries of rage with your beautiful voice.
You're an angel.
Guide me to safety my love.
I'm afraid to jump.
Just kiss me one last time before I fall.
"Frankie..?"
Speak again!
Please?
It hurts less when you talk..
You are my antidote.
Please,
one
last
kiss.
For me?
"They made me do it Gee."
I wish I didn't have to see the look on his face.
He hates me now.
___________________________________________________________________________
What do you think?
Am I moving to fast?
I suck at this-
I admit it.
I love your reviews though.
They keep me going.
R&R Please?
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