Am I Dead, 'Cause this is Heaven (Frank Iero) *Info and Chapter 1*

Chapter 9-They Gave us Two Shots to the Back of the Head

I woke up to the sickening sound of gunshots.

“Holy Shit!” I said, bolting upright in Frank’s bed.

“Wha-” Frank said, and I clamped a hand around his mouth. All was silent.

“I’m going to the kitchen,” I said, walking towards the door. It was hard to believe that I couldn’t walk a few days ago. Frank went with me.

When we got there, I saw one of the worst sites I can imagine: Devin with a gun to Mikey’s head.

“Let him go!” I screamed, drawing his attention away from Mikey.

“Well look who it is,” he said, sounding totally sober for once, “Little miss Sarah.” He sneered my name.

Frank lunged at him. At that time, Delilah, Leah, and Gerard walked into the room.

“OH MY GOD!” Leah shrieked and lunged towards Devin, too.

Delilah was crying and she walked toward Mikey.

“God, no, no, no, NO! MIKEY!! MICHAEL!!!” she sobbed over his limp body.

Gerard didn’t know what to do. Check on his almost dead brother, or the vicious girl he loved. He ran over to Mikey and told Delilah to take him to the hospital, he was about to get Devin on the ground, when Leah was thrown towards him.

I was standing there, stunned. Then I heard the sound that woke me up: gunshots, two of them. Devin had shot Frankie.

“NO!” I screamed and ran to Devin, tackling him. I was punching his face repeatedly, and I took the gun from his hand. I held it to his head.

“N-no!” he said.

“No?” I replied, then put the gun down. He sighed, then I shot him in the balls. Then again in each knee. I knew the ammo was running out, so I shot him in one elbow. Next thing I knew, Gerard was pulling me off him, trying to take the gun, and Leah was calling 9-1-1.

I slapped Gerard, and he stumbled back.

I slumped down over Frankie. He was dead. I started sobbing uncontrollably.

“NO!! NO!! NO!!” I was screaming over and over.

Devin had shot him twice in the back of the head. He was dead now.

I looked towards the gun and smiled.

I held it to the back of my head and heard Gerard yelling at me to stop.

“I love you, Frank Anthony Thomas Iero, Jr.” was the last thing I said.

I pulled the trigger twice.

Now we’re both dead.

The last thing I heard was Gerard crying, but at the same time saying, “And so they died happily ever after.”