Gerard's POV:
I woke up. I went out of my room and saw my dad. He looked like hell.
"Um, hey dad." I said.
"Hey." My dad said quietly.
I walked away with my head down and I saw Mikey.
"Hey, Gerard"
"Hey..." I said quietly to Mikey.
"What's wrong?"
"Dad is always ignoring me! He hates me! Even if I am dying! He doesn't care that I'm dying!"
"Gerard! Stop! Just shut up!"
"No, Mikey! I might as well kill myself. I'm gonna die anyway! He doesn' want me around!"
I ran back to my room crying.
"Gerard!" Mikey called. I ignored him.
I stayed in my room and cried.
I started digging through my dresser drawers. I had a razor blade hiding in my top drawer. I took it out and slit both of my wrists and sat on the floor until I bled to death.
Mikey's POV:
I knocked on Gerard's door. No answer. I kept knocking until he answered. Then I just decided to walk in, because I was really worried and worried about what he was going to do next, especially after what he told me he wanted to do to himself. And I wanted to stop him before it happened. Then my horrible thought came true. I couldn't stop it. I didn't do it on time. I was just in fucking shock and burst out into tears. I saw Gerard lying on the floor bleeding to death.
"OH MY GOD GERARD!" I screamed.
I ran towards him and felt his heart and breathing. There was nothing. At all. I couldn't believe it. He commited suicide. He's dead.
"MOM! HURRY UP! GET IN HERE PLEASE!" I screamed to my mom.
My mom ran in and saw Gerard on the floor.
"NO! GERARD! CALL 911!" My mom screamed. She was on the floor bawling her eyes out. She layed next to Gerard and held his head and kissed him until we called the ambulance.
The ambulance arrived 10 minutes later.
"I'm afraid your son has died from the blood loss" One of the people from the ambulance said.
I stood there with my mom, hugging her, both of us bawling our eyes out. We watched them take Gerard away. My mom couldn't watch. She was in too much pain. I watched, but only because I was in such shock, I couldn't believe it. It was a nightmare turning into reality. I wanted to take that razor blade and do the same to myself.
