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Tags: slash frerard frank/gerard gerardway frankiero
Published : 3 months, 2 weeks ago (Thu, 14 Aug 2008 13:56:38 PDT)
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Title: Talking's just a waste of breath, and living's just a waste of death
Author: Me
Rating: Probably NC-17 at some point.
Pairing: Frank/Gerard
P.O.V. Frank's
Summary: Frank's troubled. He's 16 years old, and after just losing his brother and Dad in a car accident, has moved to new jersey with his mother. He's always been an outcast, and never been understood. He's scared this new place is gonna be just the same...but this time it's worse with the grief. Will he ever find anyone that understand's him?
Disclaimer: not real.
Dedications: Melody (my wifey - chemicaldreamsx - you all know her =P)
/>Author's Notes: Here ya go. I know you all want it. For anyone who read My Way Home, I hope you enjoyed it, now this is being used to tide you over till the sequel comes! <3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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Frank's P.O.V
"So where do you want me to start?" I said nervously, feeling Gerard's gaze on me from the other side of his room.
"At the beginning." He replied. "Don't worry, okay? I'm here for you what ever." He added. He'd become such a good friend in the short time I've known him.
"Okay. Thanks. Well, just over 2 months ago now, my dad and brother died in a car crash.." I began, feeling a tear prick my eye at the memory. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get through this without crying.
"Hey, come here." Gerard said, patting beside him. I went over and sat down. He laced his fingers with mine and gently rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb, comfortingly.
"I guess that since then everything's gone down hill. Before it happened, I was already unstable, yet I didn't show it. I didn't have any friends. At all. I was a complete loner. I tried to fit in, but people saw through me. My dad always used to console after school, I didn't let him know the full extent of my pain though. So, when it happened I got put on anti-depressants and we moved here." I stopped for a minute, taking a deep breath. Gerard's thumb was still rubbing the back of my hand. It was because of this that I was calm-ish.
"So, why have you started taking the Anti-depressants more?" Gerard asked concerned.
"I've been having dreams. Dreams of happy memories always resulting in the pictures of them in hospital and the funeral. It's making me more depressed and I've been having nightmares." I said quietly. I felt stupid saying all of this.
"What sort of nightmares?" He squeezed my hand supportively.
"Ones where it's like I was in the car with them. Or where I'm watching them die. It's horrible." I let out a sob.
"Okay, Frank. Calm down." He said, hugging me slightly. I cried into his shoulder. "Look, you need to try and think of them in a happy way. Think how much they would be proud of you for getting your mum through this, making friends and staying strong. Think of all the happy times you had." He continued, hugging me tighter now.
"I can't. I can't Gerard. Everytime I try, the memories are over-rided with the thoughts of how they died. I've tried so hard. Everytime I come home from school feeling happy, I see the picture of them that I have in my room and I break down." I said after I'd calmed down slightly. "I want them back." I added.
"I know you do Frank, but you know that it can't happen. They're always with you in spirit though. Think of it that way, your dad will be looking after your brother, and they'll both be watching over you."
"I know." I looked up at him, and he hugged me tightly. He was helping. I don't know how but he was making me feel better whilst saying all of this.
"You need to get off the pills before you get dependant on them. How about you give them to me, and whenever you feel down, you give me a ring and I'll come over to cheer you up." He suggested. I tensed at the thought of giving the pills over. I couldn't, could I?
"Gerard, I don't think I can do that. Those pills help so much."
"See, you're already becoming dependant. Try it. Just for say a week at first. See how it goes?" He looked down at me and pushed stray bit of hair behind my ear.
"Hmm, okay. I guess I should try. As long as you're willing to be called most nights...if not all." I said, with a little chuckle.
"Course not. I know it's going to be hard for you. It was hard for me...but I'll be here for you. Don't worry about a thing." He smiled and lightly pecked my forehead, hugging me tighter.
Why do I feel like I can tell anything to this boy, and he won't run away?
You trust him. You know he's going to be here for you. You like him too. I can tell.
I mentally told myself to shut up and giggled softly. With Gerard here, holding me, I got through telling him without as much crying as I thought would happen. I guess I just feel comfortable and like he made everything better. It made me think of my dad, how he used to hug and comfort me all the time. This time, I only thought of the happy memory, nothing bad came to mind. It was going to be hard, but I will get over this. If I don't, I'll at least learn to live with it.
"Thanks." I said quietly.
"For what?" Gerard asked, looking down at me, as I was now practically in his lap after wiggling around to get comfy.
"For listening. It's helped. What I always needed, but I was never able to do it." I stared up into his eyes, and smiled. The first completely genuine smile for a long time. "Oh, here you go." I added, taking the bottle out of my pocket and handing it to him. He took it and put it in the drawer.
"No problem Frankie." He replied, equally smiling.
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