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Keep Running, chapter 13
"Emerson, darling, get out of bed. We’re moving you into Gerard’s place today, remember? It’s nearly noon."
"Okay. Give me some time."
"As you wish, dear."
I sighed and tried my best to convince my body to move from its position in my bed. I didn’t want to go live with Gerard. He deserved so much better. I didn’t want hom to see me like this. I’d been able to put on a happy façade when visiting him in the hospital, but as soon as I returned home, I cracked. If he thought he’d seen me at my worst, he hasn’t seen anything yet.
Keep Running, chapter 12
I gazed up into her big blue eyes. I thought I’d never see her again. Her eyes held the same look as the night we’d been taken from each other. The night we’d both been shot. My hands flew to my stomach. It was wrapped in bandages and it throbbed painfully. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at the wrapping. A pair of hands found mine, resting on top of my stomach.
“Gerard,” Em’s voice whispered. “You’re okay.”
“I thought you’d never wake up. They said you’d lost so much blood…” her voice broke. “I couldn’t have lived without you.”
We’re Just Two Men As God Had Made Us, epilogue
Rain fell in torrents as the silent funeral procession was lead underneath a canopy, protecting them from the droplets. Under the canopy was a podium lined with red roses, some dyed black. In front of the podium sat a shining black casket laden in flowers similar to the ones on the podium. A priest stepped up to the podium, scanning the crowd. He had never seen one so large. This man who had died must have been very loved.
The processioners filled the seats, and when those were full they stood near the back. The priest looked at the people in the front row. They were sure a diverse bunch, he noted. There was a man with a curly brown afro, sitting quietly holding tight to a burly blonde man with a lip ring. Next to them sat a younger man of about twenty five or six. He had glasses that he kept shoving up the bridge of his nose. When the priest’s eyes slid to the last man in the row, his heart filled with sympathy. The man sat with his head bent forward, his tattooed hands clasped tightly in front of him. He would periodically reach up to angrily wipe away tears. He acted as though he shouldn’t be crying.
Keep Running, chapter 11
A/N: Hey guys. Sorry this one’s a bit short, that’s just the way it worked out. I’ll make up for it in the next few chapters, I hope >.<
Waking up was one of those moments when you think everything is normal and fine, but then things come back in a rush. That awful sinking feeling of despair, knowing everything is not okay.
I blinked slowly and observed my surroundings. I was lying on my back in a hospital bed, in a tiny white room. Each breath I took was agony and pain shot through my stomach with every inhale. My fingers met a rough white bandage that was wrapped tightly around my lower waist, covering the wound that had been induced by my father’s bullet. The events of that fateful day came back full force, all at once. My father. He’d shot me first, then Gerard when he’d jumped in front of me. Gerard. Oh God. Where was Gerard?
Keep Running, chapter 10
Emerson leaned her head on my shoulder, lacing her fingers through mine. As I held her hand, I could feel her heartbeat. I was beating so fast, and her entire being was trembling. It was two days after the incident between me and Frank down in Florida, and Em and I were in the back of a squad car, driving down our street back in New Jersey. The cops who’d come to separate me and Frank had recognized Em immediately, and they’d driven us straight back home to Jersey.
I was terrified. I was now finally able to understand the fear Em had of her father. We had tried desperately to tell the police what he’d done to Em, but apparently her dad had told them that we would say something like that. He’d said Em was trying to condemn him because he didn’t approve of her being with me all the time. A load of bull, obviously. The police said they’d take us home and have my car returned, but do nothing else. As far as they were concerned, the case of the runaways was closed.
We’re Just Two Men As God Had Made Us, chapter 17
A/N: Well, here it is. The last chapter of “We’re Just Two Men As God Had Made Us”. I really hope you’ve liked this fic ^_^ I may end up doing an epilogue or something, so keep an eye out. Now that this one is over, I’ll be updating my other fiction “Keep Running” regularly, and you should really read it :D I love you all, the people who read this. Thank you! -tackle hugs-
When I walked into the hospital, carrying nothing with me (I didn’t need anything. I was dying, for fuck’s sake), all the doctors and nurses seemed to be expecting me. They all nodded to me as I walked past, showing a sort of silent respect. When I found Dr. Lee, he knew exactly why I was there.
“It’s time, Doc. I’m done.”
Lee only nodded once before leading me to the bed I was to die in. He checked my vitals and hooked me up to an IV to estimate how long I had.
“I’d say it’ll be fairly soon. Within ten to twelve hours. I’ll be back in to check on you periodically. It shouldn’t be too painful when you go, but you’ll know when it’s about to happen.” He patted my shoulder before exiting, leaving me to my last thoughts. I briefly wondered if anyone would find my note before I passed. And then I wondered what Frank was doing, before settling back in the pillows to wait for the cancer to overcome me. I shut my eyes…
We’re Just Two Men As God Had Made Us, chapter 16
I felt my stomach drop. “Read it to me from the beginning.”
Mikey took a shaky breath and began reading:
“To all my boys; Bob, Ray, Mikey, and Frank: I’m sorry. I’m writing this letter to tell you all goodbye. This is the end of the road for me. I apologize if I’m being confusing; let me explain.
We’re Just Two Men As God Had Made Us, chapter 15
Monday, Gerard’s POV
I opened my eyes to see Frank standing hesitantly by the bedroom door. I had been resting, feeling totally exhausted after this morning. Like I said before, I’m getting so weak now.
“Yeah, babe?” I said, my voice coming out scratchy and weak.
“I um… I needed to know if it’d be alright if I left for a couple days. One of my cousins is getting married, and he asked me to be the best man.” Frank stood there, looking uncomfortable. “I’d have to fly to California, so I’d be gone for a week or so.”
I felt like the walls were closing in around me. No. Frankie couldn’t leave me, not now. Not with me only having a couple days left. But I couldn’t say anything. I had promised myself I wouldn’t. I had to let him go.
We’re Just Two Men As God Had Made Us, chapter 14
Quite a few weeks passed, and slowly but surely the album was coming together. The rhythm guitar and bass guitar parts for all the songs were completely finished, and lead guitar and drums only had a few more things that needed to be worked out. It may seem as though we were rushing it, but I was impatient to get everything finished so we could record. In my weekly visits to Dr. Lee (I told Frankie I was visiting one friend or another when I went), he told me that the chemo pills weren’t helping prolong the cancer spread as he would like. He upped my dosage, which began to make me extremely sick. During the first week of having the higher dose, I was throwing up all the time and I felt nauseous every time I even moved. When I returned to Lee at the next appointment, he told me that there hadn’t been any noted progress and that he was afraid I wouldn’t even quite have six months left. Which meant my time was almost halfway up. So you can see my urgency to get my final words in through The Black Parade. Finally one day the boys came to me and told me all the parts were finished. All we had to do was record. This was at my three and a half month mark.
We’re Just Two Men As God Had Made Us, chapter 13
After discussing the album with Frank, I holed myself up for a few hours in my room to write. I had been chain smoking too. It helps me to think. I’m sure it’s not the smartest thing to be doing, considering I already have second stage lung cancer, but in my mind the damage has already been done. But now, after a full pack in a short time, it was becoming painful to continue smoking. Each time I inhaled more of that deadly nicotine filled smoke, my throat and lungs burned painfully. When it became too much, I put out the cigarette I had been taking drags on and looked down at my notebook. I had finished the entire album, save for one song. I had even named all the songs: ‘The End’, ‘Dead!’, ‘This Is How I Disappear’, ‘The Sharpest Lives’, ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’, ‘I Don’t Love You’, ‘House Of Wolves’, ‘Mama’, ‘Sleep’, ‘Teenagers’, ‘Disenchanted’, ‘Famous Last Words’, and even a couple others (‘Blood’, ‘Bury Me In Black’, ‘Heaven Help Us’, ‘Kill All Your Friends’, and ‘My Way Home Is Through You’). I knew there was only one song I had left to write. It would be called ‘Cancer’. I took a deep breath and put my pen to my paper on final time. This song was essentially my goodbye.
We’re Just Two Men As God Had Made Us, chapter 12
I lay on my back in our new bed, in our new house, next to a sleeping Frankie. Lord knows I should be totally and completely happy. But I couldn’t keep the tears from rolling down my cheeks. As Frankie slept beside me, it finally hit me. I mean, the gravity of my situation. And now I couldn’t stop crying. I never cried. I tried to hold the sobs back so that I wouldn’t wake Frank, but all I managed to do was splutter and gasp for breath. I couldn’t stay here. I needed to get up and write. My fingers itched to grab hold of a pen and begin the new album. I knew exactly what the first song I would write would be called, just like I knew exactly the lyrics I wanted to write.
We’re Just Two Men As God Had Made Us, chapter 11
(still Gerard’s POV)
“Very well. I’ll have your first bottle made up for you. It’s an outpatient procedure, of course, so I’ll need to see you back once a month to refill it. After that, if you’re still doing well considering, all that’s left to do is keep taking the chemo and wait. Although if at any point you start feeling weak to a point where you know it’s not just a side effect of the treatment, come in immediately. Aside from that, I want you here once a week for me to monitor those tumors.” Lee put a hand on my shoulder. “I can’t tell you how truly sorry I am. I hate having to give such news to patients.”
Keep Running, chapter 9
Sunlight poured into the living room, blinding my tired eyes when I blinked them open. My head was throbbing, and I felt the need to puke. I slapped a hand over my mouth and sprinted to the bathroom where I immediately emptied my insides into the toilet bowl. After two solid minutes of heaving, I sat back and leaned against the wall, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Eck. I suppose I must’ve drunk too much last night. But I’d had fun. Em and I had started drinking together, getting tipsy and dancing all over the place. Then we’d… oh. What had we done after that? I couldn’t remember. I think I’d lost track of her after that, and then I passed out. I guess I should go find her. I left the bathroom after rising out my mouth and looked around. There were empty bottles everywhere, and there were still a few sleeping people on the floor. I shook my head. Some people had no qualms. Em wasn’t among the sleepers, so I checked the other rooms. By the time I’d searched the whole house, I’d found Mikey asleep in a closet, Ray and Bob asleep in Bob’s room, but no Emerson. Or Frank, for that matter.
We’re Just Two Men As God Had Made Us, chapter 10
He had been gone for so long. I was starting to worry. I had already finished unpacking too. What if something serious was wrong with him? No. Nothing could be wrong. He is Gerard Way, for chrissake.
But Frank, he has smoked for nearly ten years, you know that. And remember his alcoholism? Yeah. That. He’s not the healthiest individual.
Stop it. There’s no point in worrying now. He’ll tell you if something’s wrong. He won’t hide anything from you. He would never.