The next couple of months, Frank started to drift apart from me. I would try to talk to him in the hallways at school but he would ignore me, and keep walking. I would see him talking to other people, and smiling his fake smile at them and fake laughing. He was acting fake.
I felt alone again. I was alone. I had Mikey, who honestly, I cared about me more than anything. But Frank was different.
When I finally got the hint that Frank wanted to be with those fake wannabes, I stopped trying to contact him. He no longer sat with me at lunch, or wrote songs with Mikey and me, or even breathed in my direction. I guess I just gave up.
Finally, I caught him one day, outside of the boys locker room.
"FRANK!" I yelled.
"G-Gerard..." he whispered.
He had a really depressed look on his face.
"Frank, why have you been avoiding me?" I asked, demandingly.
"I..." he whispered.
Just then, Frank bursted out into tears. His face got hot and red, and he made small sniffling sounds. I stared at him.
"I'm... I'm..."
He looked at his jacket sleeve and pulled it down. There, was an array of scars on his arm.
"I'm not okay."
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How My Life Changed
FanfictionGerard Way, 17, has always wished that something good would happen in his life. Well, his wish gets granted.
