Smile, Bitch. Stand Up and Smile.
Nobody's POV
“You know, I just don’t know how to say it… but I love you.” She said, with a tiny little hope in her big, blue eyes.
He raised one eyebrow at her (I shall actually specify that it was the left one, because it was the only one he could raise – especially at her), then smiled. She (disrespectfully) chuckled, being pretty sure about the answers:
‘Like in all fan-fictions and movies, it shall be yes… right?’ her beautiful eyes asked herself, as she was waiting for the crucifying answer.
He stubbornly continued to smile, but you could see his face was all the way to
”I’m sorry Emily, but it’s going nowhere.” He turned back to the big crowd of fans, forgetting her and forgetting probably everything, signing an autograph, moving further to another smile and another photo.
‘That’s just the way she should find out what’s going on. It’s nothing onto us. She’s a false hoper. But why…?’ he thought, while a fan was spelling his name horrible and asking him when the second album of the band will come out.
He smiled and continued to scribble his signature on the wet papers.
‘It’s raining, is it?’ he realized, but before he could answer he turned away and saw that familiar face which he killed two moments ago.
“Gerard…” she yelled, obviously losing her tiny voice which she always kept safe most of the times.
“Gerard!” she tried again, but the young man wouldn’t care.
She was out of his life. For now. For ever. However, he sighed again and gestured to her to stop, and obviously wait for him to answer her pleading.
‘What’s it so important? Another beg? She knows I’m serious. Another ‘why’? She already knows the reasons.
She accepted them long time ago, when we took her on the bloody tour with us.’ He sighed another time, signing another wet paper with his marker which lost color and moved right away to Emily.
“What’s it, Emily?” He asked, like nothing happened. He truly didn’t care about her. He never did. She just put hopes. ‘Bad ones.’ He explained to his own mind, like he was excusing himself.
“Gerard…” She started again, like something wrong happened. He paid no attention and made a confused face, gesturing to the big crowd of fans. “Gerard…” she tried again, but she stopped, looking at Gerard’s back. “Gerard. Why?” she asked stubbornly.
“You know why, Emily. You know everything. You’re a small prick who made up a good replica to work on some people. But not on me. We are not a pair. You’re 20. And it’s not like in the fan-fictions and movies which you see Saturday night with Frank. It’s over.” He said in one breath, making her cry. “It’s over, hear me? For now, you’re no Em or Emmy. You’re just Emily Louise Roosevelt. And I’m
“Pathetic.” He mumbled to himself while going back to the tour bus, which was waiting for him. He hated his band members. They weren’t funny. They weren’t sad. They were just purely weird and plastically made.
And why did he hate them, what did he hate Emily, why did all these happen? Why is everything so stupid in this big, wide, world and why are we all dying to be with celebrities, when we have our own lives?
That’s what you’re going to find out. If you want to, if you understand that ‘Not everything that flies can be eaten.’ That’s a big ‘if’ to a big question.
Gerard's POV
The cold streets of
The toughest of them approached her, looking like some sick pervert, but she didn’t mind. A smile curved on her round, small, face which showed off how happy she was. Of course, the 5 silhouettes where me and my friends and the sick pervert was me. She was pretty hot. Not my type, but pretty hot. And who said one groupie will ruin my social life? Martha doesn’t care anyways. I smiled to her and touched her slowly on her arms, but then I distanced so I can inform her with my name.
“
“I’m Emily Roosevelt. Nice to meet you, Gerard.” I raised one eyebrow. Gerard? Nobody’s calling me Gerard unless it’s my fucking mother or brother or my fucking band-mates or some close-o-fucking-friends. Especially a full-of-mouth girl which I met from the street who has a horrible faked-English accent.
“Girl, listen here.” I started, making her shiver. That’s always working.
”You. Not. Calling me Gerard. For you, it’s
“But I’m not a slut.” She complained, while I laughed.
“Maybe you’re not now. But after we finish, you’ll be.” Frank explained her, while I giggled.
After the time we were done with her, we drugged her and took her with us in the Tour Bus. Jack, the driver, was used to that so he didn’t look surprised.
“Was she good?” was all he managed to slur through the alcohol and I nodded.
We put her on our usual ‘Slut-bunk’ and let her sleep, while we all went to the small living-room to laugh hysterically and eat pizza with a rubbish trace of posh ness which everyone loved to laugh at, again. We licked each other’s faces, like we always do, undressed each other, fucked each other (we were 5 so it was fun) and finally went to sleep, with the girl next to us. What was her name again…?
Emily’s POV
“Hey, princess.” He said, smiling. Who was it? An angel? I bet it was an angel. Those hazel eyes, the black hair that shined, the sun that interrupted my thoughts… was I in Heaven? What happened…? Last night, when I had to meet those guys who wanted fun? Those chemical guys.
“H-hello…” I stuttered, but he just stubbornly smiled again as I remained confused like hell. “Who are you…?” I asked, while trying to remember that beautiful figure that was standing right beside me, smiling with love to me, the slut of
“Oh, honey… You forgot everything, did you?” He asked, but I didn’t know anything. I just nodded in misery. I bet he understood it.
“I’m Alex.” He presented himself, making my head blur inside.
“And you’re Emily Roosevelt. We went to high school together, and I found out about your life and found you when you had to meet these guys. You’re in the hospital, I brought you here. Also, here are the 4 guys you were going to fuck tonight. They want to apologize, Emerald.”
He called me Emerald! Emerald! I’m his Emerald Princess, and together we’ll be running everywhere and be happy and have heaps and heaps of kids and my kids won’t wait ages to meet the perfect match because we will be the lucky family but… wait a little bit.
The 4 guys..? Weren’t they 5? What happened? The chemical guys skipped one chemical guy…? Was Alex kidding me?
“I don’t want to meet them.” I stopped Alex. “Could you please stay more with me? Could I have your number?” I quickly covered my mouth, but he laughed like nothing happened. “Emerald, I would love to stay more with you and chat…”
“…But we’re here and the slut won’t just stop us because she wants to stay with you, Ally-pop. Now, slut – I mean Emily, we’re sorry for trying to use you and we promise nothing bad will happen to you again. As a matter of fact, now Alex is the lead singer for our band and you’ll have to come on tour with us.” A short guy with strange hair tattoos and some piercing told me.
I wanted to kiss Alex right this moment, but I stopped. Why was I going on tour with these guys…? Wait, I didn’t even go to high school. Thousands of questions popped in my head, telling me to stop. Telling me to leave them alone and live in my flat, do something with myself. ‘Relax, pony. It’ll all be okay. They’re nice guys, right…? They can do nothing to me. The short one promised. He really did. And Alex certainly likes me. That’s why I’m going on tour with him. With them.’ I spoke to myself, while I stubbornly waved my hand to the other 3 guys (Stubbornly because I couldn’t really move myself. I wonder why I can’t move and why I’m in hospital….) they didn’t wave back. They just stood there, waiting.
“Alex, why am I here?” I managed to ask, but he frowned at me.
What was he thinking about…? Was it a bad thing?
“I can take it.” I assured him.
I could go through everything. I was powerful. I was Emily Roosevelt, future Mrs. Alex (Insert his fucking last name here), newly called Princess Emerald by him. I am going to be this posh lady with heaps of stuff and then I’ll have many maids who will call me ‘Madam’ and everyone will love me. Also, after the tour everyone will like to be my friend and everyone will love me and want autographs because I’ll be Alex’s wife…
“Dream on much, Em?” he woke me up, probably to tell me why I am laying in the hospital.
“The truth is, we just wanted to analyze you because it’s not really safe. What you’re doing, you know. We all care about you.” He stated, but I just google-eyed myself and waited. Waited and waited.
What I didn’t actually know (and was going to realize later) was that Alex –Insert name here- was
Sheila’s POV
Purse? Here. Cell-phone? Here. Keys? Here. Un-rested and happy, I took the elevator and finally walked all the way to Star Bucks Coffee down the road. You see, I have this friend: Emily. And she met this guy: Alex, who says he’d been in High School with her. (She didn’t really ‘graduate’ High School, but that was okay enough for her to believe him.) I’m really happy for her, but nervous also.
You see, she’s kind of a … slut if you excuse my horrible, wobbly-wobbly language. From High School she started drinking, sleeping with random guys. (You don’t know this from me, but she actually got raped once, and her mother and pop disowned her from then on. She lived at mine’s for like 2 years or so.)
And taking drugs. I was really worried for her – now and then. So, she called me yesterday and told me all about this guys she was going to meet this Monday after-noon on
‘Wong-Wing.’ Oops, excuse me. That was my I-Phone. (Yes, I do afford one. My pop’s got heaps of money and so does my mum). I got it from Momma yesterday and I’m really excited about it.
“Sheila here!” I answered, enthusiastic, while walking down the street, getting closer to Star Bucks.
”Hey, Shay. It’s Emily. Do you think we can large up the table a bit?” a really familiar voice asked. But why does she want a larger table? Is Alex coming up the Hall of Fame?
“Why?” I asked, seriously not concerned. (You see, it’s my ‘Nail-Time-While-Being-Bored-On-The-New-I-Phone’ thingy)
“Alex is coming up, and I wouldn’t really turn up. Do you mind?” She excused herself. I really wanted to fuck Emily right that point.
“Of course I mind. I planned all this to give you some serious friendly advice, girly chat, fashion thingies, coffee in two gals-pals, but it seems that Mr. Alex who calls you his fucking Fake Emerald showed up! Well no thanks honey. I can do fine on my own.”
“B-but I’ll ch…” And that’s where I shut the I-Phone.
I didn’t care. You don’t really call your old-best friend to chat about the old times and then fuck her up because you want to meet your prince charming when you can meet him any fucking time of the year you want! No thanks, baby. I think I’ll get another old-best friend. Just about Frank Iero. I wonder what he is doing lately…
Frank’s POV
“Fuck you Gerard!” I yelled, making the bus turn ‘Up-down’. “Why do you ruin everything?” I asked him, while falling on the couch.
“Why, Frank? Why?” Gerard added, with this super-angry voice which made me shiver.
“You want to know why? It’s because we NEED her. She’s our energy and we can trick her easily. She’ll be heart-broken. You know that’s how I live. How Alex lives.”
I stood there, thinking. Thinking much about what he said, but I couldn’t stand up more and think. I just let myself blow out:
“That’s how you live, Gerard. But that’s not how I roll.” I commented, stubbornly still laying on the couch.
“Fuck you Frank! I make the rules aro-” He wanted to continue arguing, but my cell-phone went all ‘ring-ring’ so I had him to calm down.
“Hey, Frankie around.” I answered in my ‘Oh-so-cool’ tone that everybody loved. “Who’s up to the thing?”
“Hey, Frank. It’s Sheila here. We went to High School together, remember?”
Uh… think, Frank, think. Sheila? Who’s that? Oh, wait, I remember her. Hot sounding voice, hot memory of her… sexy, baby! Well, I wonder what the fuck she wants.
“I wondered if we could meet up sometime. To talk about the old stuff, if you get me.”
God, that seductive tone. I hated seductive tones. I looked way down to my pants and noticed it. She giggled on the back line. How did she know?
“So, I guess the answer’s yes. See you at 9pm at Friday’s.”
She ordered and I finally spoke:
“Yes. Sure. See you there.” Groovy, baby! Got the beer?
I looked around; finding out that Gerard was nowhere, so I just fell into a little daylight nap…
Frank’s POV
Dark. Too Dark. Where am I? What’s happening? I can’t see a piece of shit from here. Oh. Wait, Frank. Your eyes are closed. But you can’t open them. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What’s going on? I can’t open my eyes, and everything is so dark, as if I didn’t even close them.
“Hello?” I shouted, as if someone will hear me and open my un-rested eyes. I couldn’t continue, because my voice started to fade and I couldn’t speak anymore.
“Good Morning, class. Good Morning,
But, wait a bit. What am I doing at school? I’m 28, for God. Hello, someone wake me up from this horrible dream, please? Pretty please? I tried to open my eyes again. Succeed, baby, succeed! I looked around, as if I lost something, and then I saw her.
“Today, a new student will enchant our class.” Mrs. Morgan added, staring blankly at me.
I pulled out a face which said ‘What-Have-I-Done?’, because I was truly confused about what was happening in there. But then it hit me. The ‘Hello’ thingy maybe made her angry. Oh my God! I made her angry. Just wait for detention as in old days, Frank. Just wait.
“Her name is Sheila Wilts and she comes from
She was so beautiful; I couldn’t stick my eyes out of her. And seeing as she was my new desk-mate (because Morgan said so – it isn’t my fault!) I just giggled like stupid. I want her so bad, and she will totally like me – I’m sure. I mean, who wouldn’t like me? Wouldn’t you like me for Christmas?
‘Hey, Franks.
Lil’ Sheila here. What do you think about me? Want to meet?
Xoxo
Shay’
Look who’s got lucky! I told you she likes me, I told you she likes me. But this dream is getting ridiculous and I just don’t think I’ll wake up any soon…
Frank’s POV
I was staring at her wobbly-nice-cute writing, which I wished I had so bad! I liked her, I really did. I mean, she looked so pretty: black eyes, faded-blonde hair, and tall, slim and had this original style which made me fall out of my chair. Plus, she smelled pretty. You know what they say: ‘Girls are weird, but they smell pretty.’
Very pretty. I took one more look at her, and then she giggled, but she pointed again to the paper. I nodded, and she smiled. Shay pointed to something in my back, as I felt something hot touch my shirt and I felt watched. Oh God, not Morgan again. Mind you, but I can’t stand her. She just hates everyone and we all hate her.
I wonder who is in my class right now, anyways. Oh. So, there’s Gerard, Ray and Sty. That’s okay. Oh, and also here’s Val, Key and Martha. There’s 6 I counted by now, and we’re all 26 besides me and my little Shay, who gave me a funny look, but I took out an old, posh, look and mimed I’m smoking.
“What are you smoking, Mr. Iero? Is it good, from other country perhaps? Mind you, we just need some cigarettes – right, everyone?” Morgan made my life a misery. Oh, how I hate this woman.
Ah, and what should I say now? I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate and hate her! Won’t she just go to Hell and leave us, the normal people, alone? Because I’m sick of her and I’m pretty sick of this dream. Of course, not until I actually meet Sheila, fuck her, be with her and change my future – that’s another part.
Actually, I wish I had these dreams everyday. I love dreams. I love dreams in this dream, and also love dreams in the dreams of the dreams of the dreams I have, if you dig me. I like a good dream, that is it! I only like good dreams, because the other ones suck. – My usual bad dreams are about me, some kind of strange wobbly stairs and my friends who are not trying to save me. You see, I walk on the stairs and I always fall down.
Freaky, freaky, I know.
“So, Mr. Iero, you still didn’t answer my question.” I blushed nervously. “However, I have another question for you.” She added.
I wanted to slap her right this minute, but she was a teacher and anyway it was my fault I didn’t learn. I know. I’m a goody-shoes boy. And I’m a boy. Seriously not a man, because men actually don’t have to receive small stuff written by girls they like, they give them a look and she’s all theirs. I guess I’m just a small pansy, am I? Well, girls like me a little anyway.
Even if I didn’t have that much girlfriends. I remember Vita and Emma, and I think I know something about a Cecile and an Ophelia too. Of course, we broke up because I’m too much of a flirt. Girls and boys, come here for the ‘Ieronator!’ Yeah… well, don’t mind me. Oh, and I think my little Shay likes flirting, too. We’ll be a perfect couple someday… like those
Gerard’s POV
“Frank.” I rocked Frank gently – No way, sir! He was up to his dreaming. “Frank.” I tried again, pushing him more and talking louder. Finally, I shook him and yelled into his dirty (yellow – EWW!) ear: “Frank fucking Iero! Wake the fuck up!”
“Huh..?” I could hear him sniffle from under the bed sheets. “Gee…?” He asked, as I nodded and he just yawned.
“Sleepy-head! This girl is calling you like crazy and she’s all about killing you. On the phone, my sir?” I finally took his attention.
He mumbled something about pancakes and unicorns – Silly Frankie! – and then went straight up to the phone, dragging the sheets with him and his jeans falling. His hair was messy and he looked like shit. I looked down at the watch. 10 pm. Oh, God. Time goes by so fast.
“Oh, Shay!” he exclaimed at the phone. What the fuck? That’s hysterical. You can’t call someone Shay! It’s pathetic! Hallelujah! Forgive me! “I’m so, so sorry! I promise it won’t happen again. Yes. Yes, he just needed me. He’s got fucking cancer! I know.” He took his time to nod. “Yeah, well we can meet up tomorrow at 5 pm, can we?” He grinned excitedly at me. I just gave him a ‘Man-go-to-hell-you’re-fucking-stupid’ look like I love to give.
“So, Frankie’s got a date?” I nudged him after the phone-call ended.
“It’s none of your business.” He hissed, and I just gave him a funny look. You see, he’s strange. I hate him. I really do.
***
Emily’s POV
Oh dear God. Shay is so angry on me and I don’t know what to say to her. So I just went straight to the computer, because everything else sucks. You see, this Star Bucks has fancy computers which are only 1 pound.
I signed in on MSN. I love doing that, because all the guys I fucked are listed there. I list them as ‘Guy I fucked no.1’ ‘Guy I fucked no.2’ and so on. So then, a random guy said hello to me:
‘The Fucking Horny Hell: hey baby
Pretty Ballerina Em: hey :-s
The Fucking Horny Hell: ure late!!
Pretty Ballerina Em: where?
The Fucking Horny Hell: at your next appointment, ‘course…
The Fucking Horny Hell: and you know what happens when you’re late’
I could feel something hot beside me.
‘The Fucking Horny Hell: oh wait. Im here’
Oh dear God.
Randy’s POV
‘She’s late again and I’m getting really horny. I can’t wait. I can’t stand there watching her. I don’t wait for anyone.’ Ladies and Gentlemen, these are my thoughts.
I approached Em, but she screamed when she saw me. Doesn’t she remember ol’ Uncle Randy? Some employee of Star Bucks came around to ask what happened, but I just told him she’s very happy to see me. I heard her mouth open and close sometime, but I couldn’t understand anything.
Emily’s POV
‘Lie.’ That’s what I muttered to that employee. And ‘Police.’ He nodded – as if he nodded to that man’s horrible explanation of ‘She was just so happy to see me.’ Oh dear God, please help me. I just wish I didn’t cancel my date with Alex. Oh, but I have an idea.
I smiled seductively to him, while leading us to the bathroom – into a cabin. I stuck him onto the cabin’s wall, licking his face slowly and unbuttoning his shirt, while he moaned in pleasure. I licked everything I could, when I got down, I stopped.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, while touching my breasts. Oh God, what don’t I do for fucking living?
“Nothing, I just feel like you deserve better, double, more.” I answered, like a stupid bitch.
“You’re enough.” He assured me, wanting me to give him more. More of Hell! He’s not getting anything from ME, nowadays!
“No I’m not. Let me just call my best friend, Shay.” He liked the name. His pants showed it. I went straight out of the cabin and called Shay.
“Shay, sorry to disturb you, but I’ve got a serious emergency. Someone is here and he wants to fuck me but I don’t remember him and it’s seriously strange because I’m scared that if I am not saved now and if I don’t fuck him I’m dead. I can see his gun.” I whispered in one breath. I could hear her nod on the other side, and I closed the phone and entered the cabin again.
“On her way, baby.” I answered, as he smiled like a pervert to me. ‘Just imagine he’s Alex a little, Shay’s on her way!!’ I thought to myself, but I knew there was no potential so much hope.
Shay’s POV
Oh my God! I’m so sorry I wasn’t there with the poor Emily. I just dumped her, as an ass I am. And I bet she canceled the Alex thing for me, too. Why do I have to be so lousy? I called the police fast and went straight to Star Bucks, while SMS-in’ Emily:
‘Emz.
Its kk. Were on or way kk?
Ciao
Shay
Ps. get hm exctd!’
Oh God, oh God, oh God. I just hope he won’t kill her in pleasure, if you know what I mean. She’s my best friend and I left her there. I should’ve been there. And Alex should’ve been there. I should’ve met him.
Emily’s POV
Shay just sent me a message. It’s better, but I’m scared. He’s started playing with me, but I’m scared that if I just don’t finish with him I’ll be fucked. He was approaching me. I was cared.
Oh. Centimeters. Millimeters. I can’t take it. I gave him a foot in the eggs, put on my clothes and ran away, closing the cabin with some safety key I strangely found on the floor. I sighed and ran away, but I bumped into someone.
“I’m so, so sorry! I have to run and…” I stopped when I looked who it was. “Oh, Shay!” I jumped in her arms and then asked where the Police are. She pointed to some tough guys and I told them I closed him in one cabin. They nodded, as I told Sheila:
“I’m really sorry for kicking you out like you don’t matter – and as if he was the best! He didn’t even come to help me!” She giggled. “What’s so funny…?” I asked, and she simply answered:
“Nothing, it’s just that you’re so sweet!” I was confused.
“Why?” I asked again, hoping I will get a proper answer this time, seeing as I was in the extreme of confused people who just escaped from being raped.
“You didn’t even call him, goofy!” I slapped my fore-head.
“You’re right, Shay.” I sighed, putting my arm around her. “You’re right.”
Bob’s POV
“Yes, Emma. Sure, Emma. Yes, you can drop by. Yes, with Shay. Oh, of course. Tomorrow.” Gerard nodded. “Of course, dear. We’re waiting.” I giggled. He shot me a death glare, but I just giggled again.
“Bob, why the fuck do you have to giggle when I speak on the phone?” Oh God, he was too much angry.
“I’m sorry Gerard. So, who was it?” I asked, changing the subject as fast as I could.
“It was Emily. I decided she could be our…” He stood a bit to think for a good word, I suppose. “Groupie. She’s a really known slut in
I opened my mouth so I could say something, but the bell rang. It was surely Emily. I wondered if she was stuck on Gerard.
“On, and by the way, Bob: I’m Alex, not Gerard if I haven’t told you yet.” I nodded.
***
“Hello! Thanks for getting me in.” I heard a female voice say to Gerard –Alex-.
“No problem, Emerald. We decided it’s better for someone to take care of you.”
“Alex, you didn’t need to anyway. I mean, if I disturb you or your band-mates, I’ll leave.” She excused herself. Oh Gosh. Alex?
Emerald? I puffed into a small giggle. That was fucking pathetic. I wouldn’t call my grandma Emerald. Not even my way-over-death grandma. Wow, I wonder how she looked. I think old. Really old.
“Hey there.” Someone woke me up. Oh, she was Emily.
God help me, she was so gorgeous. She was so graceful, beautiful, had a pretty voice… I think… I think I like her.
“Hey there. I’m Bob.” I introduced myself, as I sat up – as a gentleman I am. I seriously felt my face blush.
“Oh, you didn’t need to disturb yourself. To sit up, I mean.” I made a movement with my hand which showed it was okay. She smiled sweetly. So sweetly, but I think she faked it.
She looked at Gerard which such a passion. But he didn’t care. He was dreaming. He was using her. Instead, I wouldn’t. She would regret that. I could feel it.
But then I remembered about her luggage and asked her about it. She pointed for outside, and then I saw a woman carrying it. Her best friend – That Shay Gerard was talking about, maybe? She smiled at me.
But not false.
Shay’s POV
Oh God. I think I like the blonde guy. Who might that be? He’s so cute! But he’s got all his eyes on Emily – who I don’t think she’ll be really into him until Alex gets bored of her, but however. I want to know who the blonde guy is. He looks beautiful. I know I already said that, but he does. I couldn't help but smile. He smiled back, but you could see he wasn't there. He was looking at Emily again. Why me?
"Sheila?" a familiar voice asked. It was Frank -fucking-Iero. He was totally into me. Why is everything so messed up, people? It fucking sucks. I just wished Emily was the only one into this.
"Yes, Frank." I answered, monotone as hell. I was sorry I was such a bitch with him, but he fucking deserved it. (Oops, too many ‘Fuck’ words used in this paragraphs).
“Are we still dating tonight?” He asked again, almost pouting. Why did he like me? Why didn’t ‘Blondie’ like me?
“Only if I can have some information…” I approached him, walking into a private corner.
“Shoot.” Desperate he was, I tell you. Desperate.
“Who’s the blonde guy?” He looked away, hurt. Stealing me, he thought? “Frank. Who’s the blonde guy?” I asked again. No response.
“No date you have then, hunk.” I continued and left him in the corner. He caught my wrist and whispered:
“It’s Bob. Just don’t go off him.” I shook my shoulders.
“It’s not your business, Frank. Really.” He just showed how angry he was by his eyes.
“You’re still having a date with me, remember?” He said triumphal like he won something really special – in this case, me.
“Not if I’m not coming.” I giggled and sat next to Bob – I left Em’s luggage there.
“Hello.” I said, and Bob smiled.
“Hello.”
Shay’s POV
Bullets. Everywhere.
Em just told Gerard she loves him. Gerard being, actually, Alex. Gerard is his real name. A year passed over the tour thing.
And we all suffered when Gerard told her she meant nothing to him.
But then she went to Bob. Who already killed himself because of her. He just couldn’t take it.
Frank shot himself. Because nothing could do best than act like everyone.
And all I was left with was a gun in my hand. And one bullet. Who took enough.
