Our Memories Defeat Us [2/10?]
Title: Our Memories Defeat Us [2/10?]
Author: myhagridromance
Rating: 13
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, past Frank/Jamia
POV: Frank
Summary: Frank wonders if he will ever be the same again after a thoughtless drunk driver tears his life apart.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, I only own the plot. The title is from 'Early Sunsets Over Monroeville' by My Chemical Romance.
Author Notes: Hopefully this chapter makes the story clearer. Hope you like it, slightly rushed, but I'm pretty happy with it? Comments? Please? xx
Previous Chapters: Chapter One
I curled up in the dark, listening to the blood falling onto the carpet like rain. I cupped my head in my hands. It was over. After weeks of searching and fantasizing I had done it. The idea of prison didn't seem to matter any more. I could live my life knowing that he had been punished.
My head started spinning. I put it between my knees and screwed up my eyes, trying to stop this from happening now. Not now, not now this was all over. Tears were streaming down my face faster than I could wipe them away. My hair fell over my eyes and suddenly I felt so small, like a little kid having a bad dream. Stupidly, the tears flowed even faster when I thought of if this had all been a bad dream. But this was life. Tired of trying to stop these heartbreaking flashbacks, I sunk to the floor, sobbing into the carpet, waiting for it to take me over.
'Haha-oh, shit!' Jamia laughed as she fell into the road. I instinctively grabbed her hand, pulling her back up next to me. She smiled gratefully for it.
'Oh man, tonight has been awesome. Y'know, just me and you, walking the streets at night. We should do this more often.' I was too blissful to answer, I just nodded and hung onto her tighter. I ran my hands through her silky hair and looked down to see her smiling just as wide as me. We stopped under a street lamp, too tightly embraced to care about the crazy drunks that had suddenly spilled out of the pub behind us. Every too-perfect aspect of her face shined under the light of the street lamp. Her eyes sparkled as they gazed into mine. The noise building behind our backs - probably some dumb drunken fight - didn't matter to us.
'I love you.' we whispered at the same time. I took her hand again and opened my jacket, letting her squeeze in under my arm.
'Dude, you're nearly taller than me! How is that fair?' I said in a mock-sad voice. We paused at the side of the road. The sound of a car horn blared nearby but we didn't care. I felt her moving against me, still giggling at my remark. I tightened my hand inside hers as we crossed the road. Just before we reached the other side, I heard a 'shit.' coming from behind me and turned to see Jamia stuck with the heel of her shoe between the cobbles. Clumsy as ever. I laughed at her - but I never heard the sound.
It all happened too fast, unbelievably fast. The car horn sound got louder until I was covering my ears - suddenly there was bright white light everywhere. When I opened my eyes again there was a car approaching so fast that when I started to run, I had barely left the pavement before it reached my beautiful wife. Though I knew it was hopeless, I saw it hit her and her crumpled body fly through the air and I knew I still had to try and save her. I caught her a second before she hit the cobbled street, but her beautiful head lulled on my hand.
Her neck was snapped. Blood seeped from her own mouth, mixing with my tears. As I tore my eyes away from my wife, I saw the remains of a silver car. I saw a man in a long coat get out and see what he had done. He had greasy, mouse-brown hair that flopped over his wrinkled face, aged from excessive alcohol consumption. There was a look of pure shock on his face followed by a series of drunken slurred words. I picked out 'sorry man'. Sorry?! Fucking SORRY? I wanted to shout at him but my voice wasn't there. I looked back at poor broken Jamia, her breathtaking eyes still half open, and then the bastard was gone, leaving his wallet lying on the cobbles.
Still supporting Jamia's broken body, I leaned over and picked it up, looking through the cards and change. Driver's licence. I had to wipe my freshly falling tears to see the address - 2 Oak Street. Perfect. I looked back at Jamia, more beautiful than I thought was possible, her features highlighted, shining as tear after tear fell onto her face. My voice still wouldn't come to me. I promised her in my head that I loved her. I told her without words that I wouldn't let him get away with this. I laid next to her in the middle of the road, sobbing into her severed neck, clutching to her deformed body, until everything faded.
I opened my eyes. I was still on the man's bedroom floor, and I was soaked with blood and tears and shaking all over. It took me a while to get my breath back, and when I did, I realised that the sky was now light outside. I stood up slowly, uncomfortable from being curled up all night. And that was when I heard someone coming up the stairs. Fuck.
Author: myhagridromance
Rating: 13
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, past Frank/Jamia
POV: Frank
Summary: Frank wonders if he will ever be the same again after a thoughtless drunk driver tears his life apart.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened, I only own the plot. The title is from 'Early Sunsets Over Monroeville' by My Chemical Romance.
Author Notes: Hopefully this chapter makes the story clearer. Hope you like it, slightly rushed, but I'm pretty happy with it? Comments? Please? xx
Previous Chapters: Chapter One
I curled up in the dark, listening to the blood falling onto the carpet like rain. I cupped my head in my hands. It was over. After weeks of searching and fantasizing I had done it. The idea of prison didn't seem to matter any more. I could live my life knowing that he had been punished.
My head started spinning. I put it between my knees and screwed up my eyes, trying to stop this from happening now. Not now, not now this was all over. Tears were streaming down my face faster than I could wipe them away. My hair fell over my eyes and suddenly I felt so small, like a little kid having a bad dream. Stupidly, the tears flowed even faster when I thought of if this had all been a bad dream. But this was life. Tired of trying to stop these heartbreaking flashbacks, I sunk to the floor, sobbing into the carpet, waiting for it to take me over.
'Haha-oh, shit!' Jamia laughed as she fell into the road. I instinctively grabbed her hand, pulling her back up next to me. She smiled gratefully for it.
'Oh man, tonight has been awesome. Y'know, just me and you, walking the streets at night. We should do this more often.' I was too blissful to answer, I just nodded and hung onto her tighter. I ran my hands through her silky hair and looked down to see her smiling just as wide as me. We stopped under a street lamp, too tightly embraced to care about the crazy drunks that had suddenly spilled out of the pub behind us. Every too-perfect aspect of her face shined under the light of the street lamp. Her eyes sparkled as they gazed into mine. The noise building behind our backs - probably some dumb drunken fight - didn't matter to us.
'I love you.' we whispered at the same time. I took her hand again and opened my jacket, letting her squeeze in under my arm.
'Dude, you're nearly taller than me! How is that fair?' I said in a mock-sad voice. We paused at the side of the road. The sound of a car horn blared nearby but we didn't care. I felt her moving against me, still giggling at my remark. I tightened my hand inside hers as we crossed the road. Just before we reached the other side, I heard a 'shit.' coming from behind me and turned to see Jamia stuck with the heel of her shoe between the cobbles. Clumsy as ever. I laughed at her - but I never heard the sound.
It all happened too fast, unbelievably fast. The car horn sound got louder until I was covering my ears - suddenly there was bright white light everywhere. When I opened my eyes again there was a car approaching so fast that when I started to run, I had barely left the pavement before it reached my beautiful wife. Though I knew it was hopeless, I saw it hit her and her crumpled body fly through the air and I knew I still had to try and save her. I caught her a second before she hit the cobbled street, but her beautiful head lulled on my hand.
Her neck was snapped. Blood seeped from her own mouth, mixing with my tears. As I tore my eyes away from my wife, I saw the remains of a silver car. I saw a man in a long coat get out and see what he had done. He had greasy, mouse-brown hair that flopped over his wrinkled face, aged from excessive alcohol consumption. There was a look of pure shock on his face followed by a series of drunken slurred words. I picked out 'sorry man'. Sorry?! Fucking SORRY? I wanted to shout at him but my voice wasn't there. I looked back at poor broken Jamia, her breathtaking eyes still half open, and then the bastard was gone, leaving his wallet lying on the cobbles.
Still supporting Jamia's broken body, I leaned over and picked it up, looking through the cards and change. Driver's licence. I had to wipe my freshly falling tears to see the address - 2 Oak Street. Perfect. I looked back at Jamia, more beautiful than I thought was possible, her features highlighted, shining as tear after tear fell onto her face. My voice still wouldn't come to me. I promised her in my head that I loved her. I told her without words that I wouldn't let him get away with this. I laid next to her in the middle of the road, sobbing into her severed neck, clutching to her deformed body, until everything faded.
I opened my eyes. I was still on the man's bedroom floor, and I was soaked with blood and tears and shaking all over. It took me a while to get my breath back, and when I did, I realised that the sky was now light outside. I stood up slowly, uncomfortable from being curled up all night. And that was when I heard someone coming up the stairs. Fuck.