Leviathan (Frerard)

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(TW: SELF HARM AND SUICIDE)

PART V:
I FEEL SICK, I'M LIKE A DEAD BULLET

CHAPTER 3: "HOW DID YOU FIND ME?"

Franks pov:

Gerard and I sat at the cemetery for awhile. I had to leave for school. I was feeling pretty worried about him. I couldn't get him off of my mind. I was tempted to skip but what's the point if I'm almost done. I sat with Mikey and Ray we were smoking cigarettes today. "So you and Gerard?" Ray asked. I laughed it's like they knew I was thinking about him. "I don't know what you would call us. I have feelings for him and he has feelings for me. But he needs time, because of Bert..." I said looking at the cigarette in my hand and passing it to Mikey. They both seemed to understand. It must suck for your partner to die. Sometimes I feel like he's going to die. I just know, and there's nothing I can do about it. I sat crying trying to be as quiet as I could but I couldn't I broke down in sobs. Mikey and Ray have never heard me so emotionally distraught. They both told me Gerard is going to be fine. I know Gerard's going to kill himself because Bert told me before he died.

FLASHBACK:

"Frank!" Mikey said running up to me. "What?" "Bert... He got hurt. But I don't think it's from Kyle..." "Where is he, or Gerard?" "In the gym. I think Gerard's waiting for Bert in the cemetery." I ran by myself to Bert. It's better if I help (in a way). As I walked inside the gym. I immediately saw blood coming from the locker room. I walked inside the locker room Bert looking at his cut up arms filling the floor with blood. "Bert." I said scared I wouldn't be able to help him. "Fuck. How'd you find me, Frankie? I thought I would get away with you know..." I've never felt more awful before. As I walked towards him. I could tell he really didn't want me to help him. But I should really try Bert's my friend. He didn't run away from me.
"What happened?" I asked trying to stay calm as I wrapped his arms. He sighed clearly annoyed. I didn't talk I just felt like crying. I was going to clean the blood on the floor. "Just leave it." Bert said laughing a little. "It'd be funny to see how the janitor would react." I laughed. "Oh shit no don't. The poor janitor." He smiled. "Sorry for worrying you." He said faintly. I think he feels weak from the blood loss.

"Don't tell anyone." "So you don't want me to tell Gerard?" He rolled his eyes. "Here." He said handing me a pack of cigarettes. "Frank, please don't tell him." I've never really heard him so sad before. I felt like I was seeing his real self. Sad and quiet. "It'll just make him more depressed. I should be honest..." I stayed quiet not sure what to say. "I think Gerard's going to kill himself... So I thought I should take myself out as well..." I think he was crying. "I'm so sorry, Bert." I said looking at his arms. "You should tell Gerard. He'll understand how you feel." I said thinking about Gerard's self harm scars. "Thanks." He said with a smile. "You help my pathetic junkie ass so much. I feel like I could thank you more but I don't know how." I laughed. "You don't have to thank me, really. You're my friend." "Keep the cigarettes then." He said walking off to the cemetery.

END OF FLASHBACK:

I took my old cigarette pack that Bert gave me. I never noticed that there was a note taped in the inside of the carton. I took it out and read it.

Frank,
I see the way you look at Gerard. Save him please.
- Bert

I sighed. I don't think or know if I can. I got up and climbed over the fence. "Frank!" Mikey and Ray said. "What." "Where are you going?" "I have to try saving him." They both climbed over the fence with me. We walked to Gerard's room. Maybe the three of us could convince him out of it. His door is locked. I rolled my eyes. What a fucking asshole. He's so smart. "Wait here." I said leaving the hallway. I climbed to his window. It's almost like he wanted to talk to me before...
"Fuck. How did you find me, Frankie?" I laughed he sounded like Bert. I sat on the floor next to his bed. "You're not going to leave. Are you?" "Nope, I'm staying." He laughed. "What if I die in front of you?" I laughed back trying to hide the tears in my eyes once he joked about death. "I'll have to help you then." "You make things so complicated." "Really? You're the one complicating things. If you're not around I don't really want to be around either. How the fuck do you think that makes me feel? It'll make me feel exactly how you feel about Bert..." He sat next to me reaching for my hand.

"I love you." He rarely tells me that. But it made me sad hearing it for what felt like the last time... "Frankie, you know I have to go... Don't follow me. You won't know where I'm going anyways so there's no use of trying." I cried. "Don't leave me..." I pleaded. He smiled. He kissed me goodbye. It was a long and sad kiss like our first kiss. He gave me a hug. "I almost forgot. Here keep it." He said handing me Bert's black jacket. I held it. He ran out of the window. He was right. I don't know where he's going. I'll break if I found his body it's not worth getting myself even more hurt. I put the black jacket on. It didn't fit me that well. Bert was taller than me so it was a little big on me.

I stepped out of his room. "Frank?" I heard Mikey say. I sighed and walked down the stairs.

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My title of this chapter reminds me of catch me if you can by leathermouth
- Sid <3