Leviathan (Frerard)

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(TW: SELF HARM AND MENTIONS OF SUICIDE)

PART I:
I CAN'T BREATHE WITH THE RADIO ON

CHAPTER 1: "DO I LOOK LIKE THE DEVIL TO YOU?"

Franks pov:

I sat next to my friends Mikey and Ray. We're sitting at the back of the school so I could smoke and so they could drink. Mikey was extra quiet today. I lit up my cigarette. "Are you alright Mikes'." Ray asked "My brother came to school today." Ray and I looked at each other. His brother in question: Gerard. We used to be friends the four of us but for some reason he's been quiet lately and for the past 10 months too. I think it has something to do with his ex, Bert dying. I'm pretty sure that's why he stays in his room all the time. He only gets out for food, something to drink, or to tell Mikey something but written on paper. "I'm worried about him. I love him I hate seeing him struggle." He started crying. Mikey gets emotional whenever he drinks. "Mikes' it's alright, do you want to smoke the rest of this cigarette with me?" I said jokingly he doesn't like smoking unless it's weed. "Fuck off." He said jokingly. I blew smoke in his face. He flipped me off. The bell rang. I hate PE. We walked to the gym. I spotted Gerard his blonde hair sticks out. He smiled at me. I stared into his golden like eyes and smiled back.

"I shouldn't have drank so much." Ray said lying on the floor. I laughed and helped him up. I felt Gerard's eyes on me the whole time. I didn't know what to think. It was so boring and tiring. Thank fuck this is our last class. The bell rang finally. We walked over to Gerard. More like Mikey was walking there and Ray and I followed. "Gerard, do you want to walk with us?" He wrote on a piece of paper.

'No. But thank you.'

He gave Mikey a hug and a wave to Ray and I. We walked home together. "Frank, do you want to hang out with us at my house?" "Yeah, sure but let me go to my house real quick." "Okay." They waved at me. I felt someone's eyes on me. I felt odd. Like someone was going to attack me. "Hey, faggot." Some asshole named Kyle said. "Fuck off." I said and walked to my house. He brought a pocket knife out. "No, I don't like you or that Ray kid or that Mikey kid." I got pissed off and took the pocket knife out of his hands. "Fuck off you stupid bitch." I said. He got mad and lit up his cigarette and burned it onto my arm. It hurt like hell. Someone pulled Kyle's arm behind his back. I couldn't see who it was. "Let him go." I said to the skinny shadow. They didn't speak. The shadow stepped into the light. It was Gerard I wondered why he followed me. He whispered something to Kyle. "Get off of me freak, everyone knows you didn't show up to school just because you killed that Bert kid." I widened my eyes. "Gerard!" But that's when he killed Kyle right in front of me. I stared into his beautiful eyes. "Gerard." I said. He laughed a little at my reaction fear in my eyes most likely. He spoke surprisingly. "Do I look like the devil to you? The choice is yours." He said emotionless. I ran away from him scared shitless. What. The. Fuck.

I ran inside and locked my window and door. There was tapping at my window. It was Gerard. I sighed and opened the window. "What?" I asked still scared. He snickered and stared into my eyes. He wrote in a small notebook.

'I'm sorry you had to see that. Your probably wondering a lot of things. So ask anything you want.'

"Is it true?"

'That I killed Bert?'

I broke into a sweat. "Yeah."

'Yes.'

"Why?"

'Because.'

"Because why?"

'Two words: Suicide pact.'

I felt bad but doesn't fucking justify why he killed Kyle in front of me. "What happened?"

'Your nosy. But I am the one who said you could ask anything. We were both depressed. We decided on a date that we would slit each other's wrists. I wanted to go first so he cut my wrist. Then I cut his but his blood loss was far worse. So I technically killed him. After that day everyone thought that he went missing. But he didn't and isn't. I killed him. It's my fault I should've never done that. I wish I just stayed with him instead of agreeing to a suicide pact.'

I stayed quiet. He laughed and said: "The choice is yours, do you think I look like the devil?" So I said. "No."

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Oh shit new story!
I'll try updating this tomorrow.
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- Sid <3