Slip Into The Tragedy.

Recap

“What the FUCK?!”
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“Iero what the fucking hell are you doing in my room?”

Frank’s POV (Before Alex came in the room)

Ok, so I couldn’t help it.

I haven’t been to her room since about 4 or 5 years ago, which doesn’t count at all because I only went here to draw on her face when she sleeps. It’s a prank that me and the guys came up with, but they ended up not doing it because they knew it will upset her. But I did it anyway. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do of course, she blew up like a volcano on crack, which isn’t technically possible, but you got my point.

Her room was almost the same as I last saw it, in 3rd grade. She still had the blood red walls and the furry black carpet. But the difference now is that she covered the walls with random band posters and her pride and joy, a Gibson SG Special with ebony finish.

She was always so proud of her guitar, she had it when she was in the 8th grade. I remembered her face when Mikey and Gerard gave it to her on her 13th birthday, she actually cried. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her helplessly happy face.

I looked around her room for a little bit, taking in every single detail of every single thing in her room. It may seem a little stalkerish but I couldn’t help but feel that this is the only way that I could get close to her. The whole room smells like her, something fresh and floral I couldn’t quite explain what it is. I sat on the furry black carpet inhaling the scent, undoubtedly she sat here just hours ago.

Then my eyes found her towering CD collection. She had shelves that reaches her ceiling, filled with CDs. Everything from Metallica and Black Flag to Madonna and Christina Aguilera to classic Tchaikovsky and Mozart. Beside that an equally tall bookshelf stood, filled with books that I could barely understand. Most of them were fiction and history, her favorite kind, even as a kid she fully understood the Egyptian procession of the dead, hell she even tried mummifying me once!

I walked around aimlessly for something new to look at then my eyes found her desk. It wasn’t the old small red desk with stacks of sketch books on them, filled with her drawings, but it was a bigger black desk with another small bookshelf stuck on the wall on top of it. It wasn’t filled with her simple 3rd grade drawings but there were still lots of sketch books stacked neatly in the bookshelves. Apparently, these bookshelves are only for drawing purposes. I laughed silently to myself.

She is suck a neat freak.

I reached over to open her newest sketchbook, on the end of the row, and again she demonstrated her need for neatness as she sorted her sketchbook according to date.

But then, my eyes caught an open notebook, dead-center of the desk. It wasn’t filled with drawing, but words.

Does she write?

I sat down on her chair and took her latest sketch book and put it on the desk, wanting to see what it in it after I read her notebook. I started from the very beginning, where the pages were usually just dominated by doodles and phrases that she made herself, and an occasional conversation with Mikey, undoubtedly from passing notes in class. But then after the first few pages, her writing became the ones that dominated the page. There were less doodles and conversations but more of little phrases and poems. And then finally come the lyrics. She wrote countless of lyrics, and on top of the words of some songs, she wrote the chords that goes with it.

“Holy shit, these are amazing.” I murmured to myself

I flicked on page after page, until I saw the last of her entry.

Heaven

Verse 1:
One night, I had a dream
There was an angel who came
With his beautiful face
And he said..
Baby tonight
I will bring back the light
I’ll make everything right
And oh, oh..

Chorus:
It feels like heaven
To see his green eyes
And forget all the lies
And oh
It feels like heaven
To just see his smile
I think I will stay for a while

Verse 2:
In the day, he holds my hand
Our toes in the sand
As together we stand
And he said..
Baby today
I will brighten your day
Let your fears flow away
And oh, oh..

Chorus

Bridge:
Oh why, does it have to feel so right?
I love, how he’s holding me so tight
How long, is this gonna last this time?
I just the feeling that he’s mine
In my mind.

Chorus 2x

I choked at the words, they were so beautiful. For a few moments I stared blankly at the page in my hands, subconsciously tracing over the places where she undoubtedly scratched some words out in frustration when it didn’t go well with the rest of the song. I sighed to myself and allowed my eyes to move over to the page across from it where she wrote an unfinished poem.

how could a life be so filled with unfulfilled dreams,
so filled with aimless points and time that was spent,
crammed with faceless faces not looking, not noticing,
a life so empty and useless, a life not worth living.

I was never alive properly even for a second,
never able to feel like I was –

At that exact moment her bedroom door slammed open. I caught a glimpse of familiar dark brown hair.

Oh shit.

“Iero what the fucking hell are you doing in my room?”

Alex’s POV

My eyes flew quickly across the room.

Is anything damaged or stolen?

Then my eyes locked back to his green eyes. He was sitting on my desk, and on his hands is my lyric notebook. I narrowed my eyes. That notebook is completely and totally private.

Well, that and my sketchbooks. Thank god he didn’t get those.

Well lookie there, he put it next to your notebook. How convenient.

WHAT THE HELL?!

I lunged unexpectedly for my notebook and sketchbook, and in about a second later it was safely tucked under my arm. I breathed in and out deeply, trying to clear my head. I wasn’t going to blow up on him, not today of all days.

“Just get out Frank” I said weakly.

At my words his eyebrows furrowed together and his expression became livid.

“Why would I want to do that, Way?” He asked smirking. “I think I’m pretty comfortable here”

And at that he put both of his feet on my desk and leaning back to my chair, while sighing contentedly.

“Fine, then I’ll leave” I said softly, turning slowly to walk out the door.

But in a flash, Frank was suddenly behind me, I could feel his breath tickling the back of my neck. He whipped me around so I was facing him. I hung my head down and wanted so much to be interested of my shoes than anything else at the moment.

“Look at me” Frank hissed

I shook my head numbly.

Oh God, what have I got myself into?

“Fuck damnit, LOOK AT ME!” He growled, anger seething to the visible part of my forehead.

Then the unthinkable happened, something that I wouldn’t have dreamt of happening.

He slapped me.

Hard on my left cheek. Seeing that I didn’t look up to him, he became angrier than ever. He then slapped me hard on my other cheek. Making both of my cheeks sting painfully against the cold air in my room, my eyes are starting to swell up with tears. He then kept punching my face until I fell down to the floor.

“Fucking skank, why are you even crying?” Frank said, his eyes boring into mine.

I cried harder, not able to contain it, and put my hands over my face, hoping to protect any part of me from him. He just laughed and punched me once again on the face and then kicked me in the stomach. My breathing became much more erratic, and at some point it became hard to breath at all. I felt my stomach section to be more number and even to the point where I couldn’t feel it anymore.

When that happened I could literally feel my whole body fading and my attempts of defense getting more weaker and feebler.

“Oh shit, Lex”

That’s the last thing I heard before finally slipping into the darkness.