There I was, sitting, in that waiting room, waiting for someone to tell me he was ok. And the worst part of all, I was the one who found him.
FRANKS POV:
"frank..... FRANK?!?!" the last words I herd before I fell into a drug-enduced daze, yes I wanted to die, but seeing the tears in his eyes made me regret it, and wishing I hadnt. I was passed out for about and then I awaken, in a hospital bed and he stars to cry, a happy cry, and I just saw what i did to myself, and him.
"WHAT the HELL did you take?!?!" Gerard asked with tears still on his eyes, I told him and the doc what I took and he fall on the floor, hysterically crying I felt like I was hurting him more than me in that bathtub with that goddamn razor.
GERARDS POV:
how the hell did i let him do that, he took my anti-depressents and overdosed on them, i should have put the child saftey lock on them, but even I have trouble with that.
