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Epilogue.
There's my happy ending. Lovely, isn't it? My happy ending was crushed by guys who got a thrill watching a poor boy bleed to death. Damn it, that was my boy! He didn't do anything to deserve that!
I shake my head and slowly put out the cigarette I'm smoking. I lick my lips and walk back over to the gazebo, rain splashing against my fedora the whole way there.
I sigh and look over to the side, seeing the fresh grave. I feel a pang of sadness, but I keep going.
I make my way to the gazebo. To do this, I have to walk past a certain tree. And by a certain tree, I mean our tree. Sure we only had been there once, but, hell, that means something.
Yes, I am at the park. According to him, it was his Wonderland. Sure he could have been buried at any other graveyard, but I felt like he needed to rest here. Besides, I wouldn't be satisfied with anything else.
I soon reach the gazebo. I stop at the entrance. Poppy Matthews and Jackson Jones are already in there. And, of course, they were connected by their tongues.
I clear my throat, ready to lash out. Each of them knew him, but they had to ruin his day to run off and eat each other's faces.
Poppy lifts up her head and stares at me. She smiles and wipes her mouth. Oh, shit. The faggot. She stands up and walks over to me, touching my shoulder. She frowns, a fake one, and her brown eyes droop, but they hide mischief behind the pools of color. "Hello, Frank." Her words roll off her tongue. I stand still, not saying a word. She gives a little laugh. "Sorry for your loss." She lowers her hand and makes it brush across my waist. My expression doesn't change, but inside I'm begging to rip her face off. She simply frowns and walks off.
Jackson walks up, now. He frowns. "Sorry, Frank. Gerard didn't deserve any of this." He stares at me, his eyes full of sympathy. I used to like Jackson, but now, I have a deep hatred towards him.
I cock my head and stare at him. "Do you know why you have that scar on your neck?" I ask in my calmest tone.
Poppy freezes and stops to listen. Ungrateful whore. I send her the thought. Her face is priceless.
Jackson's eyes widen. "I was trying to go out with Poppy, and Gerard didn't like it. But, now, I'm allowed to be with her." He smiles at the end.
I narrow my eyes. "So, you think since Gerard's dead you can just go all over her?" I bare my teeth. "How about I reopen that scar, you little fuck?" I hiss. I start towards him, my arm raised. I normally wasn't a violent person, but, obviously, times have changed.
As soon as my fist approaches Jackson's shocked face, I feel someone hold it back. I look at my hand, but nobody's there. Jackson's staring at me with wide eyes.
I widen my eyes back, and I let my arm drop to my side. I bite my lip and lower my head. "Sorry," I mutter. I push past him and step out of the gazebo. I don't even acknowledge Poppy as I pass her.
I grimace as I feel the raindrops against my fedora again. I clench my jaw and stuff my hands into my pockets.
What the fuck was that for?
I sigh and look ahead. "It was nothing. What the hell are you talking about?"
Alice…
"Cheshire." I continue my walk across the graveyard. I finally reach it—his grave. I look down at the headstone, frowning, and tears rushing to my eyes. I withdraw my left hand from my pocket.
Unaware, I had pulled out two pieces of paper. One is Gerard's drawing. I examine it for a second before putting it back into my pocket. I look at the other sheet of paper. I smile. The small piece of paper read 'I love you' in Gerard's handwriting. I place that paper back into my pocket. I've been carrying those papers around with me since… that day. I bite my lip and look down at my left hand.
The black band was still there. I had refused to take it off. I study it, twisting the ring around my finger. The word 'Wonderland' still had his blood engraved on it. It never came off, no matter how hard I scrubbed. It bugged me constantly.
Frank, I miss you.
I lift up my head and stare at his headstone. His name is written neatly across the surface. I frown and shake my head. It should read 'Cheshire'. That's how I'll remember him by. That fucking grin…
Frank…
I look down at the ground, my eyes starting to glaze over with thought. I always thought about death. How I would die and all, but now, it seems so obvious to me. I know how I'm going to end, and I'll embrace it. I lift up my head and look at Gerard's headstone, my eyes clouding up with tears as I scan it. But, despite the tears, I grin.
"Don't worry, Ches. I'm coming."
There's my happy ending. Lovely, isn't it? My happy ending was crushed by guys who got a thrill watching a poor boy bleed to death. Damn it, that was my boy! He didn't do anything to deserve that!
I shake my head and slowly put out the cigarette I'm smoking. I lick my lips and walk back over to the gazebo, rain splashing against my fedora the whole way there.
I sigh and look over to the side, seeing the fresh grave. I feel a pang of sadness, but I keep going.
I make my way to the gazebo. To do this, I have to walk past a certain tree. And by a certain tree, I mean our tree. Sure we only had been there once, but, hell, that means something.
Yes, I am at the park. According to him, it was his Wonderland. Sure he could have been buried at any other graveyard, but I felt like he needed to rest here. Besides, I wouldn't be satisfied with anything else.
I soon reach the gazebo. I stop at the entrance. Poppy Matthews and Jackson Jones are already in there. And, of course, they were connected by their tongues.
I clear my throat, ready to lash out. Each of them knew him, but they had to ruin his day to run off and eat each other's faces.
Poppy lifts up her head and stares at me. She smiles and wipes her mouth. Oh, shit. The faggot. She stands up and walks over to me, touching my shoulder. She frowns, a fake one, and her brown eyes droop, but they hide mischief behind the pools of color. "Hello, Frank." Her words roll off her tongue. I stand still, not saying a word. She gives a little laugh. "Sorry for your loss." She lowers her hand and makes it brush across my waist. My expression doesn't change, but inside I'm begging to rip her face off. She simply frowns and walks off.
Jackson walks up, now. He frowns. "Sorry, Frank. Gerard didn't deserve any of this." He stares at me, his eyes full of sympathy. I used to like Jackson, but now, I have a deep hatred towards him.
I cock my head and stare at him. "Do you know why you have that scar on your neck?" I ask in my calmest tone.
Poppy freezes and stops to listen. Ungrateful whore. I send her the thought. Her face is priceless.
Jackson's eyes widen. "I was trying to go out with Poppy, and Gerard didn't like it. But, now, I'm allowed to be with her." He smiles at the end.
I narrow my eyes. "So, you think since Gerard's dead you can just go all over her?" I bare my teeth. "How about I reopen that scar, you little fuck?" I hiss. I start towards him, my arm raised. I normally wasn't a violent person, but, obviously, times have changed.
As soon as my fist approaches Jackson's shocked face, I feel someone hold it back. I look at my hand, but nobody's there. Jackson's staring at me with wide eyes.
I widen my eyes back, and I let my arm drop to my side. I bite my lip and lower my head. "Sorry," I mutter. I push past him and step out of the gazebo. I don't even acknowledge Poppy as I pass her.
I grimace as I feel the raindrops against my fedora again. I clench my jaw and stuff my hands into my pockets.
What the fuck was that for?
I sigh and look ahead. "It was nothing. What the hell are you talking about?"
Alice…
"Cheshire." I continue my walk across the graveyard. I finally reach it—his grave. I look down at the headstone, frowning, and tears rushing to my eyes. I withdraw my left hand from my pocket.
Unaware, I had pulled out two pieces of paper. One is Gerard's drawing. I examine it for a second before putting it back into my pocket. I look at the other sheet of paper. I smile. The small piece of paper read 'I love you' in Gerard's handwriting. I place that paper back into my pocket. I've been carrying those papers around with me since… that day. I bite my lip and look down at my left hand.
The black band was still there. I had refused to take it off. I study it, twisting the ring around my finger. The word 'Wonderland' still had his blood engraved on it. It never came off, no matter how hard I scrubbed. It bugged me constantly.
Frank, I miss you.
I lift up my head and stare at his headstone. His name is written neatly across the surface. I frown and shake my head. It should read 'Cheshire'. That's how I'll remember him by. That fucking grin…
Frank…
I look down at the ground, my eyes starting to glaze over with thought. I always thought about death. How I would die and all, but now, it seems so obvious to me. I know how I'm going to end, and I'll embrace it. I lift up my head and look at Gerard's headstone, my eyes clouding up with tears as I scan it. But, despite the tears, I grin.
"Don't worry, Ches. I'm coming."
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A Freard Story prt. 11
After our little make out scene, Gerard walked me home. We talked the whole way. About music, movies, and other random stuff.
When we got to my house, we said our goodbyes and Gerard went home. I went to my room and laid on my bed, were I do most of my thinking. I turned on my ipod an selected a song. Starlight by Helloween. I set the ipod to the side and looked at the ceiling locking my fingers together. I remembered everything that had happened today. Going to Mikey's house and seeing Gerard. Going for coffee and the mall. Hanging out with his friends. Kissing him. He kissed me.
Just remembering that kiss made me feel like I was relieving t
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A Frerard Story Prt. 26
"Okay. I'll be home in a few minutes. Yeah. Love you too. Bye." I hanged up the phone, put it in my pocket and turned to Gerard. "I have to go." He nodded.
"Okay. I wish you could stay longer though."
"So do I." He gave me a wide smile, leaned down and pressed him lips on mine. Before we could do anything else, I pulled back.
"What's wrong?"
"When are we going to tell Mikey?" He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I had forgotten about that."
"Well? We need to tell him Gerard."
"I know, I know. Let's just..."
"What?"
"I don't know. I don't want him freaking out about us."
"Neither do I."
We stayed quiet for a while.
"Maybe we should jus
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I have to get Mikey back. I love him. What was I thinking? Why would I ever leave Mikey to get back with Gerard? I guess the only good thing about all this is that now I know my real feelings towards him.
After a couple of minutes of being by myself alone on the tent drinking three bottles of water, I finally got up to find the others. As soon as I exited the tent, the sun hit my eyes. I was blinded by the light. I rubbed my eyes until I recovered my vision. Then I went back to look for the others.
I saw Mikey hanging out with Ray and Bob close to the lake.
I walked over to them and gave a small smile. Mikey looked at me with a serious f
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Author: Megan.
Summary: Frank Iero is no stranger to being the new kid at school. Belleville Academy is his last option for education. Right away, his mind is set by the blood covered student he sees on campus. He wants to stay at school this time.
Rating: T-M
Word Count: 882.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot.
Author Notes: My Chemical Romance fanfiction.
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Thoughts will be italics, since they're important to the story.
S/N: Since I'm ever so kind and nice, I decided to post the epilogue up, too. Enjoy, and thanks to all of my readers!
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Author: Megan.
Summary: Frank Iero is no stranger to being the new kid at school. Belleville Academy is his last option for education. Right away, his mind is set by the blood covered student he sees on campus. He wants to stay at school this time.
Rating: T-M
Word Count: 882.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot.
Author Notes: My Chemical Romance fanfiction.
Frerard.
Thoughts will be italics, since they're important to the story.
S/N: Since I'm ever so kind and nice, I decided to post the epilogue up, too. Enjoy, and thanks to all of my readers!
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Waaaaaaah how could you do this to me?!?! Ok I forgive you because I love this and because Frank is killing himself to be with Gerard. They had to end up together, even if it was in death, so thank you for that. But I'm still gonna cry some more.