Would You Stay? -Frerard-

NOTE: When you see this symbol – that means the lyrics are being added in. It is italicized and it ends with – also.

Frank’s POV

“Frank, I’m sorry, but it’s just not going to work out.”

I immediately froze, what did she mean?  What had I done wrong?

“B-but Jamia, why? I mean, wh-what did I d-do?” I stuttered out, losing my self-control rather quickly

“Frank it’s not you, it’s me.”

‘Wow, such a classic, couldn’t she come up with something better?’ I thought to myself with a smirk.

“Well that’s stupid. If it was you wouldn’t I be the one breaking up with you, and not the other way around?”  I spat; grinning at what I thought was a great comeback.

“Frank, look I’m sorry, it’s ju-” I cut her off.

“Fine, whatever Jamia, look I got to go, ju-just don’t worry about it.”

I hung up and threw my cell phone across the room. It smacked into the wall with a ‘CRACK’ and fell on the floor. Five years of my life were gone in a five-minute phone call. Suddenly, I felt a heavy weight in my left pant’s pocket. I reached into them and pulled out a black box.

“What did I do?” I whispered to myselff as I opened the velvet box.

There sat a silver three-carrot ring. I couldn’t afford much, but somewhere deep down I thought she would love it and say yes.

“ I thought she was the one” I whispered. ‘Well so much for that’ my thoughts finished.

A tear fell on the ring and I couldn’t help but die a little inside at that moment. I wiped away the moisture gathering up at the corners of my eyes, shut the small box and got up. I walked to the kitchen and placed the small box on the kitchen table. My feet felt heavy as I sulked into my small garage and grabbed a piece of rope.

‘Long enough to tie a noose, short enough to not touch the ground.’ I thought.

That’s when I began to feel extremely guilty about what I was doing. What would my parents think, my family, my friends, and especially Gerard. Gerard would be devastated. Gerard and I were almost as close as Gerard and his brother were. Nothing could break that special bond. The lights grew a bit dim.  

“Stupid electricity” I mumbled, still in deep thought.

-Say, the lights are really low enough to play-

But I wasn’t ready to live without Jamia. She was my everything. We had also grown an inseparable bond, until now. I began tying the noose. I checked to see if it would fit around my head, it was perfect. I sighed and stepped onto the table tying the top of the rope to the light above.

“Why do I have to be so freaking short”?

I finished tying it and hopped off. I stepped back and admired my work. I felt moisture slide down my cheeks. I didn’t bother to wash it away. I mean who would care anyway. I stepped onto the chair beneath the rope and placed the noose around my neck.

Then I had a thought. ‘What if I decide I don’t want to do this anymore, but I’m already dying. Losing oxygen. Losing sight. Dead’ I thought about that for a while. That was the only thing I was scared of at this moment. What would happen if I didn’t want to die, but I had already done the deed?

-Would you catch yourself from falling down? -

That’s when I began to remember the times with Jamia, like our first kiss.

Flashback
It was outside her front door, I was so nervous. I leaned in but she didn’t move, so my cheeks turned so red I thought they were burning. She just laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Just lips, no tongue, it was perfect. When we pulled away though was the bad part, her dad opened the door and smacked me with an old newspaper. He then chased me halfway down the block; I was way faster so he was no match for me. Jamia just stood there giggling the whole time. At one point I shouted “I love you” and that ticked him off more, he nearly caught up with me. She blew me kiss and I ran off home.
End of flashback

Then I realized I was crying, I was breaking down. I loved her more than anything. How could she do this to me? I slowly stopped crying, wiping away every last trace of any weakness. I was fine now. I loved her so much, she was probably hanging out with her friends right now. Flirting with other guys. She was happy; she wasn’t about to kill herself. I’d do anything for her. That’s why I’m about to do this. She’ll be happier if I’m not in her life anymore. She would never have to worry about me again. She dumped me so she could actually live her life again. Not be tied down to some freak, like me. Yeah, that was it. I’d give her the world, if only she would take it.

-And all alone you prove that I was
Broken down to move and alright,
Battling the loss she lived for,
Meant the world to you-

Then my home phone began ringing.

“Who the fuck is calling me in the middle of the freaking night?”

I let it ring until it got to the answering machine.

“Hey, this is Frankie, and Jamia!!! I’ll try to call you back when I can, that’s if I’m not with my Jamia. * kissing sound * Which I always am so too bad! Bye-Bye!”

I remembered recording that with Jamia. We had only been going out for about four months. We were so happy. A familiar voice then distracted me. It was Jamia’s.
“Frankie, if you’re there please answer”

I didn’t answer.

“Listen Frank, I know you’re there just please listen. I know you’re sad and you’re thinking about doing something really bad. I’ve known you for five years, don’t think I’m that stupid.”

She wasn’t stupid. She was exactly right.

“Please don’t do something you’ll regret. You were way too good for me. There is someone out there who is better than me, and perfect for you. Someone out there loves you. I know it. It’s not me, and one day I promise you, you will find that person. Someone out there loves you after all. Please Frank, don’t do what I’m thinking you’re going to do. Goodbye Frank”

-And would you stay right here?
When I tell you,
That someone out there loves you.
If you stay right here,
When I tell you,
That someone out there loves you after all. -

I heard the click saying she hung up. Did she mean that all. No she didn’t. She was the one for me. I love her and I always will. If she wasn’t the one for me, why would she bother calling me, telling me not to do this. She cares. I know it.

I heard the door open. Someone was walking down the long hallway to the kitchen. The kitchen I was in. The kitchen where I was about to kill myself.

“Hey Frank, Jamia called me and told me she broke up with you. Knowing you, you’re probably devastated. Frank? Where are- HOLY FREAKING FUCK!!!! FRANK ANTHONY THOMAS IERO WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!?!?!?!”

It was Gerard. Fuck, I should’ve known he would’ve come to check on me. He’s my best friend after all. I should’ve been smart enough to know this. I wasn’t thinking right at this moment. I did something. Something bad.

“I’m sorry Gee”

With that, the chair I was standing on was kicked down and I heard a scream