Demolition Lovers (Frerard/Ferard)

You only hear the music when your heart begins to break.

-Frank's POV

I cringed as I heard the kitchen door slam shut with a resonating bang.

Great, my parents are fighting. Again.

I try to block out the sound of the foolish words and smashing plates.

I try to not think about the beatings, and the scars.

But trying isn't everything, and I've learned what grown ups tell you are usually lies.

"Just try your best" " everything will be okay" "someone is always there for you" " we will always love you. "

Lies, lies, lies.

But I know better. I know that the whole damn world is built on an unsteady platform of lies and turned heads painted to look like a fairytale. I know that you can't rely on other people to save you, and I know that you must never let them take you alive.

I am not a genius. I am bad at math, I hate school, hell, I can barely cook ramen noodles. But I can play guitar pretty damn well, and I know that your mind was your best friend, and your worst enemy.

Yes, Frank knew enough for his liking.

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It is a half an hour later, my parents were still fighting. By this time, I have turned out the light, and am simply laying in the dark, sprawled on the bed. I wish I could erase all the memories, the harsh, bitter, pictures and words, branded onto his mind. But I can't.

And music was the closest thing to forgetting.

Sure, drugs turned your mind around, and cigarets helped to relax, but music was the only way to drown out the hurricane of fucking lies that was constantly wrecking this home.

There was, of course, one other thing that took away the pain, that made you forget. That made you relax, and turned you mind around at the same time. But that thing, that bitter blade was flushed down the drain, because in actuality, it had hurt me just as much as it had helped.

Besides, I'm almost a month clean, and I'm not about to let a stupid little argument ruin my streak. If there is one thing I can make up my mind about, it is what hurts me, and what doesn't. I know that the arguments stab me again and again, and the cuts and scars seemed to make all the pain go away, but I know that the blade of metal, and the matches aren't what I need. Because those scars could fade, but they were never completely gone. The arguments and the blades, are what hurt me. And I don't want to confuse that resolution ever again.

What doesn't hurt me is what matters the most right now. The music, that was all. Simple, and some can call it sad, but music is what makes you feel something without hurting you. Music makes all the pain flee, and makes the memories fade.

And with that, Frank pulled on his headphones, and drowned the world out. At least for now.

!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!Authors note!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!

HALLOOOOOOOOOO *\(^o^)/*

I'm Katherine, I shall be writing the Frank pov's and other stuffs.

I hope you liked the first 2 chapters! Daisy and I have a lot planned for this story ; )

Talk to you later my lovely little lemons <3 🍋