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Title: Mournful Minutes Missing You
Author: Miss My Chemical Romance (PatronSaintOfSorrows on DeviantArt)
Rating: PG
Reason For Rating: Well, nothing bad really happens. Haha.


WARNING! This is a slight Frerard. I say slight because they don't do anything. They just have feelings. heart






"Are we there yet?' Mikey whined.

"For the hundredth time, no!" Frank angrily replied to my younger brother who sat hunched in the back seat.

I didn't care how long it took. I just sat there, mesmerized just by seeing his face.

"What?" he asked, noticing my stare.

"Nothing," I said, turning to look straight ahead.

"Hey, your seatbelt isn't buckled," he noticed.

"Ahh, nothing's gonna happen," I said, annoyed. "I hate that stupid seatbelt."

He reached over me and clasped my seatbelt in his hand. "Come on. Buckle up."

"Wait 'till a red light!" Mikey screamed, frightened in the back seat.

"Ahh, fine. But don't blame me if your brother dies."

Mikey simply glared at Frank's remark.

We came to a red light and Frank fastened my seatbelt around me.

"I could have done that," I pointed out. Frank ignored me.

"Hey! Your seatbelt isn't even buckled!" I siad. "No fair! You buckle up!"

"Oops, green light!" Frank laughed.

I watched him for a few minutes while he drove. I didn't notice what was ahead of us until it hit.

"HOLY SH*T!" Frank screamed, holding me back for protection.

Crash.

I opened my eyes. I could barely move. I crawled out of the small space I had been crushed into. I had no clue what had just happened.

I looked at what used to be our car. It was plowed into the grill of a truck.

Suddenly it all came back to me.

"MIKEY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I dove into the back of the wreckage to find my brother. He was there. He had been buckled in, so his wounds weren't fatal. He wasn't awake yet, so I pulled him out and placed him on the grass at the side of the road.

Then I remembered the person who still layed in the car.

I crawled back into the front of the totalled car. In the whole front of the car there was blood sprayed all over.

I screamed at the sight of it and felt my face to find blood all over me as well. That didn't matter at the time; Frank was more important.

Frank's head was smashed into the windsheild. His face was torn and glass was crushed into him. Blood covered his entire body. I noticed where his arm was. It was in the seat that I had been in. He had held me back, possibly saving my life.

I pulled the still bleeding body from the car.

"Frank! Oh my god, Frank!" I screamed at him as he lay in the grass beside my brother.

I stared at his bloody face. His beautiful black hair was whipped in his face. I began picking shards of glass from his head and neck.

A stared into his closed eyes. I was unsure of if he was alive or not. I put my ear against his chest.

I heard a light heartbeat and felt his chest heaving.

He was alive.

I quickly shot my cellphone from my pocket. Dialing 911, I stared at his bloody face.

An ambulance came after what seemed like hours at the time, but was probably only a few minutes.

I sat in the hospital, by his side. The piercing beep was the only sound. He didn't make a single movement.

I forced myself to breathe.

His eyes opened a tiny crack. My heart exploded.

"Frank!" I said excitedly, my voice cracking.

He smiled and seperated his lips to speak, but no sound came out. He let out a weak whimper.

"No, no. It's okay. You just get some rest," I said softly, his hand in mine.

I squeezed his hand, letting him know I was there for him as he shut his eyes again. He made a weak attempt to squeeze my hand back.

"Frankie. Frankie. Don't leave me, Frankie. Don't leave me," I said, clasping both hands around his. There was something more. There was one more thing I had to tell him.

His eyes opened once more, but he only stared at the blankly white ceiling.

"Hello, angel. Tell me where we go from here," he muttered and his eyes closed for the last time.

It was just then that my heart realized what it wanted to say. My heart screamed it at me to say it, to tell him what I felt. My heart's screams were silently deafening.

My mouth opened to speak, but the words wouldn't come. They couldn't.

The beeping hastened before turning into an eternal blare, and the entire room seemed frighteningly Stygian.




His funeral was today. I dressed in my best black attire for this melancholy event.

The grass was a bright green color, but the sky was dark grey. It looked like it was to rain. How appropriate.

His deep black casket was open; you could see him. I slowly stepped toward the large box that held my best friend.

I looked in at him, to his lifeless face. I covered my mouth and gasped. He was always so full of life. He was the most energetic person I'd ever known. Now here he lay, motionless.

His black hair came to a single curl at the side of his face. His face was almost translucently white. We happened to be wearing the same clothes, which only made me feel more attached to him.

There was a hole, six feet deep, behind his coffin. It was to be his final resting place soon.

The funeral party arrived on time and everyone said their goodbyes to him. I couldn't pry the words from my tounge, they were stuck. I couldn't say goodbye.

I stood at the podium to say a few words.

"Frank," I said. I didn't know what else to say. What's the worst that I could say? Then it hit me. I could only think of one thing that could fit. It was the only memorial song I'd ever written.

"Long ago, just like the hearse you died to get in again," I began. I sang the song for my grandmother and now for Frank. This song would always break my heart.

I sang most of the song with a sureness in my voice, without hesitation, without wavering.

I got to my breaking point, however.

"So long and goodnight," I sang, my voice shakier than an earthquake.

By the time I got to the bridge, I couldn't stand it.

"Can y-you...hear me? A....are y-you......n-near me? Can we......pretend to.....l-leave an then-n..... we'll meet a-again when b-both our cars collide," I managed to say before a river of tears began to pour from my eyes, making my eyeliner leave dark black trails down my pale face.

I stepped away from the microphone I had sang into and back to the crowd, now covering my eyes and sobbing. It was embarassing, but I'd just lost Frank. Frank.

Mikey put his arms over my shoulder and let me cry. I could feel a tear roll off his face and onto the back of my head. It seemed that everyone was crying softly.

After the memorial service was over, there would be time to say a word in private to Frank. I waited until everyone else had gone.

I stepped up to him and placed my hand on his cheek. I opened my mouth and finally spoke those words I'd wanted to tell him for a long time now.

"I love you."

Aww, thanks! :'D

OMG...that made me cry! A story made me cry! Oh God! -Sobs heavily-

amazing but tragic!

Wow... eek it was beautiful and I'm starting to well up crying

I'll admit it...I teared up a bit...