Linger - The Black Parade

**Angila** · 05-11-2008, 12:33 AM

Linger

Rating:18+ for language, drug references, and sexual content
Characters: Frank/OFC
Summary: Tara learns that she has three months to live when she is diagnosed at 26 with ovarian cancer. Can she make amends for her mistakes before it's too late?
Disclaimer: I do not own My Chemical Romance, or any members mentioned. This story is purely fictional. I do however, own the other characters. This story is mine. I know I have another story going, but I got this idea and wanted to write it before I ended up forgetting about it.

Chapter Index
Chapter 1-page 1
Chapter 2-pages 2 & 3
Chapter 3-page 5
Chapter 4-page 7
Chapter 5-page 9
Chapter 6-page 11
Chapter 7-page 14
Chapter 8-page 17
Chapter 9-page 20
Chapter 10-page 25
Chapter 11-page 27
Chapter 12-page 29
Chapter 13-page 32
Chapter 14-page 34
Chapter 15-page 36
Chapter 16-page 39
Chapter 17-page 42
Chapter 18-page 43
Chapter 19-page 44
Chapter 20-page 45
Chapter 21-page 48
Chapter 22-page 50
Chapter 23-page 53
Chapter 24-page 55
Chapter 25-page 56
Chapter 26-page 58
Chapter 27-page 59
Chapter 28-page 60
Chapter 29-page 63

Issabbella · 05-11-2008, 12:35 AM

this sounds good! i call number one!!!

Veronica · 05-11-2008, 12:36 AM

I can't wait!

spikenike232 · 05-11-2008, 12:38 AM

Love the title, I call number 0!
I can't wait!
It's killing me Angila

**Angila** · 05-11-2008, 12:39 AM

Present Day

She stared at the doctor, disbelieving in the diagnosis. This couldn’t be…it had to some sort of alternate universe.

“I’m leaving you, I don’t love you anymore.” His eyes had been so filled with hatred. Hatred for her, and everything she stood for. With every fiber of her being she wished for him to hold her now, tell her it would all be okay again.

“Miss?” The doctor touched her shoulder, bringing the current situation back into focus. “Is there anyone I can call for you?” She shook her head and stared down at her trembling hands. “I’m sorry, I wish there was more hope. But it’s much too progressed…”

He looked down at her medical file, as if unsure what to say next. “You will have three months to get your affairs in order, to spend time with your loved ones…”

Her blue eyes met his in anger at that moment. How dare he presume to tell her what she would spend her last days doing? What if she wanted to do nothing but eat ice cream, feel sorry for herself, and watch Friends?

Of course, she said none of this aloud. No one would care that she was dying. At least, not anymore. The one person that had shown her the love she needed, thrived on, had been driven away. It was no one’s fault but her own that he was gone.

“If you need anything, I’m going to give you my home line.” The doctor scrawled it on the back of the card and handed it to her. She flipped it over, reading his messy handwriting. Dr. Gerard Way, Cancer Specialist. “I know you have turned down treatment, but there are some aggressive therapies we could try. If you change your mind, please don’t hesitate to call.”

Of course, she wouldn’t make the call. She didn’t want to spend her last days frail and sick from chemo. She wanted to feel healthy, even if her insides were ridden with cancer. If the doctor hadn’t been so kind, she would have balled the card up and thrown it at his feet.

With one last, sad smile Dr. Way let himself out of the room.

She gathered her things and slowly made her way out of the office, and out into the sunshine. Everything looked different now. As she drove away, she watched the healthy people walking down the sidewalk in jealousy. You’re not dying. You can go about your day without this dark cloud hanging above you. I hate you all.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, wishing for some sort of contact. He hadn’t called. She hadn’t expected him to. After the way she’d treated him, he was so much better off without her. He hadn’t deserved it, yet she’d shit on him like she’d have a lifetime to make amends. Now, she only had months. 90 days. It sounded so much shorter when she thought about it that way.

“How could you do this to me, Tara? I thought you loved me! You promised, and now you threw everything away! I have wasted five years of my life with you!”

His words played over and over in her head. The look on his face, the tears in his eyes. She had caused him so much pain. Maybe this was her punishment. Finally, she’d come face to face with her sins.

She debated on calling him, telling him what she’d found out today. Pushing that thought away immediately, she concentrated on the road. A family in a mini-van passed her, two young children smiling and waving at her as they went by. She’d never have a family, or children. She’d never hold her own child in her arms.

She knew she was succumbing to self-pity, but decided she deserved it, this time.

“I never want to see you again. I fucking hate you.”

She pulled over, no longer able to hold it together. Tears came, and didn’t stop. She pounded the wheel repeatedly, as if breaking it off would somehow relieve her of the injustice of this day.

The radio came after her next.

I think you can do much better than me.
After all the lies that I made you believe.
When guilt kicks in and I start to see-

She punched the radio, hard. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging across her dash. She knew she always hated Hinder for a reason.

If only she could rewind, undo everything that she’d done to him. Make him love her again. She didn’t know if she could do this alone; she really needed him. But that would never happen. He would never speak to her again.

Pressing her forehead to the window, she stared out hopelessly. Slowly, however, a smile curled softly on her lips. Memories flooded her mind, refusing to let go. His hand was on her face, in her hair. She sighed as she let the memory envelop her…