A/N OMG, WHAT! YEAH B*TCHESSSS, I'M BACK! Awh, I've missed this. I sorta broke my laptop ): But now I have a new computer so I can start to write again! Also, ChemicalKilljoy13 is rewriting How It All Started, so be sure to check her stuff out and I'll be sure to update you when it's up! Finally (yes, I'll shut up in a minute) I've changed my pen name from BIxBYxFRERARD to DrDeathDefying96…Yeah, that is all…
*FLASHBACK*
Mikey's POV
"Don't worry Gee, I'll help you!" I laughed as Gerard and I were playing on the beach. He was dangling off the end of the pier and I had to save him. Skipping down the length of the pier, I giggled at the sound of Gerard pretending to be in real danger. Looking back, it was probably a bad idea for a game considering the horrific weather. But boys will be boys…
As I began to near the end of the long wooden structure, Gerard's pale fingers came into view, and the way they were lifting at either side told me he was winging to add to the drama.
"Hurry up, Mikes!" Gee called. "I might fa-". His voice cut out and his hand disappeared from view. I began laughing again until I heard a loud splash from below.
"GERARD!"
On my knees, I slipped to the edge of the pier and stared down in horror. What we meant to be an innocent game had turned to a waking nightmare. I knelt there, peering over the edge through tear-filled eyes as my brother's head bobbed up and down, under and over the water line. Gerard had never been a good swimmer. Come to think about it, neither had I…
"MIKEY!" he managed to call out in the middle of one of his disappearing acts. "GET HELP!" I was screaming in fear at this point, but I managed to reply with a choked "OKAY!" I sprinted back to the beach yelling and waving my arms in the air, but I couldn't see anyone. Before I was about to give up, I was grabbed from behind and spun round, and I was face to face with Frank Iero, Gee's best friend.
"Mikey, calm the FUCK down!" he slapped me to stop my crying and it worked momentarily. However I was soon sobbing ferociously again. "What's happened?" I couldn't talk so I just motioned for him to follow me and ran back along the pier. We reached the edge and I pointed at the white spot which was Gerard's head before it went down again. It didn't come back up again.
"GERAAAAAAAAAARD!" Frank, without taking his clothes off, dived head-first into the freezing sea after Gerard. All I could do was stand there, watching. Crying. They still hadn't come up and I feared the worst. Then, just as soon as he had disappeared, Frank came splashing to the surface, carrying Gerard's limp body with his free arm. I sprinted to the beach and helped drag Gerard onto the shore. His eyes were closed and he still wasn't moving. I began screaming more violently when I noticed the small box in my pocket which I pulled out and snapped open. My razors…
As Frank tore off Gerard's upper clothes, he saw me rolling up my sleeve to make more scars and dived on me, wrestling the razors off me.
"Mikey, what the fuck man! Don't you think we have enough problems right now?" He hurled the box into the sea and told me to ring an ambulance. I did and Frank did some basic CPR and I assisted in pulling Gerard into the recovery position. After a couple of minutes he spluttered out a mouthful of sea water.
"Fall…" His voice trailed off and he just lay there, breathing deeply.
Finally, the ambulance arrived and we were all rushed to the hospital. One of the nurses in the ambulance I recognised to be my History teacher's wife.
"Mikey?" she whispered in her softest tones. "Are you okay? You took quite a shock"
"Yeah, I'm fine" I lied. "You should probably check on Frank though. His clothes are soaked" Of course, I was worried about Frank, but the other reason I made her check him was because I needed to be alone. I needed to cut…
After five more minutes, the wailing sirens stopped and we were let out. I kept a hold on Gerard's arm all the way to his ward and stayed with him for the rest of the night. Frank was taken home by his mother who wished all the best for 'poor Gerard's health. Ha, dumb bitch. I tried my absolute best to sleep that night, as I knew that staying awake would do me no good. But I stayed awake due to my highly shaken state.
*PRESENT DAY*
On that one day, many years ago, I had almost lost the one person I could count on no matter what the situation. That feeling is only a small fraction worse than the one I felt when the high-pitched drone began screeching from the machine Ryan was hooked up to…
"DOCTOR!" I cried. "SOMEONE GET IN HERE! FUCKING HELP YOU STUPID FUCKERS!" I was sprawled across Ryan's lifeless body, protecting him from the clouds for a moment longer, when the doctor finally came in. The same nurse – my History teacher's wife – who had spoken to me in the ambulance on that horrible day sat me down and tried to calm me. Ray sat in the chair next to me, startled awake, and stroked my hand. I shivered uncontrollably as I watched the doctor stop pressing down on Ryan's chest. He looked at his watch and said something barely audible.
"Time of death: 3:57am. God rest your soul"
