PART V:
I FEEL SICK, I'M LIKE A DEAD BULLET
CHAPTER 1: "PEOPLE ONLY SEE ME IF THEY WANT TO, OR IF THEY CARE ABOUT ME."
Frank's pov:
I knew Gerard would be here by the time I got home. I sat on my bed waiting for him. Shirley enough he stood behind my window. I smiled and let him in. He seemed to be really happy. "Frank, Bert's here." He smiled wide. I sighed and looked up at him. "Bert's not here, I know your grieving but..." He looked at me with such angry eyes. "What do you mean he's right next to me." "Gerard no he's not. He's dead." I said trying to get through to him. "Bert what the fuck." "I don't know why he can't see me don't ask me." I heard Bert's voice. What? He's alive or? I don't get it. "Bert?" I asked. I looked at his cut up arms. I sighed. "Are your wrists okay?" I asked. "Do you need bandages?" "No, their just bleeding because of how I died." "Oh, so you are dead?" "Yeah, technically."
He said stealing back the bong he gave me. "I missed smoking so much." He grinned like a kid getting candy. I laughed. He smoked out of the bong immediately getting high. "Can you play Nine Inch Nails? I haven't listened to music in awhile." Gerard looked through my cds trying to find Nine Inch Nails. He eventually did. "People only see me if they want to. Or if they care about me. So I'm going to say that Gerard saw me because of both. And Frank you can see me because you wanted to believe Gerard but also because you liked our friendship before I died. So both as well. Maybe that's why you two can see the blood on my arms. I bet if Ray or Mikey could see me they wouldn't see the blood on my arms. Shit I gotta go. Have fun." He gave Gerard a kiss on the cheek and then messed up my hair. "Bye Gee and Little fucker." I laughed.
"Wow he's so classy." Gerard said joking. "He smoked most of my weed." "Well Frankie that was his bong and weed technically." I stayed quiet. "Does it feel weird that he's back, well sort of back?" "Yeah because of the timing. It's kind of like he already knew. "Knew what?" "Nothing..." "Tell me." I said. He stayed quiet. "Your going to kill yourself." I blurted out. "How did you know?" "I had a feeling..." I said. "I made a pact with Bert. I have to go through with it. Also it's not like I really want to be alive anymore. Bert's not even real. When I was holding his hand it didn't even feel his hand. It felt strange. He doesn't act like himself. He acts like me, I miss the real him and that's definitely not him. He kept laughing psychotically and staring at his blood stained arms. I don't really want to be around him." "Tell him to go away then. I mean it's not like he's real. I don't even know what he is." I said. "I gotta go." He said and gave me a kiss. I think he's just overwhelmed by Bert. I don't blame him. I'm definitely not going to tell Mikey or Ray any of this.
I walked to Ray's house. Apparently Mikey and Ray want to drink again. I know their upset. I should tell them Gerard's fine. "Frank, did you see Gerard?" Mikey asked. "Yeah, how'd you know?" "You're smiling a lot." Ray answered. They both laughed I blushed. "Fuck off." "I'm glad he's fine." I smiled again thinking about Gerard. They didn't seem drunk and I don't think they were going to drink anymore. We just talked and got a little high.
The next day is thankfully Saturday. I'm tired of school. It's boring even if I am high or drunk and hanging out with Mikey and Ray. I sat in my room wondering if I would see Gerard ever again.
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Well that was fun writing I'm trying to make this as interesting as possible :D
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- Sid <3
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Leviathan (Frerard)
Roman d'amourI 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 ashamed. I ran away from him. ❌ Self harm ❌ ❌...
