Cemetery Drive

How We Met

-this is my first story, so don't judge lol. If you're easily triggered don't read.-

Franks POV:

I was walking the cemetery, as usual. I come here to escape school and those dicks. Sometimes I wish someone would like me, but that's not possible. I made my way along the dirt path, looking for one grave in particular. There it was...my grandma's grave.

I smiled and sat down, my back resting against the cold tombstone, "hey, Nan."

I didn't expect an answer, "I'm sorry, Nan...I broke our promise."

Tears spilled out of my eyes, 'hold it in, dumbass,' I thought to myself.

"N-Nan...I-I saw this c-cute boy a-at my...school," I looked away nervously, my Nan knew it was a sin to be bi.

"I-I should go..." I started walking away from the cemetery.

I checked the time: 4:38pm. Shit, my mom is gonna kill me! I started running home, the cold rain started falling on me. Great, now my mom was probably gonna beat me and I'm gonna be soaked! I quickly got to the door. My moms car wasn't in the drive, thank god!

I got inside and quickly ran to the basement (my room), so I could get changed. I quickly peeled the wet clothes off my body.
'You're just a worthless freak,' the voice inside my head tormented me.

"Shut up! Just go away!" I yelled so loud, I didn't even hear the door open.

My mom came rushing down, "you freak! Where were you?!"

"M-mom...I-I was a-at the cemetery!" I shouted, my body was being taken over with fear.

"How was school?!" She glared mockingly at me

Fuck, I'm screwed.

"I-it was good, mom," I looked down, too ashamed to face her.

I felt a sharp pain shoot through my cheek, she had slapped me...again. Tears were streaming down my face.

"Get out my house!" She screamed, "I don't want to see you again!"

"B-but this i-is my home..." I managed to get out through my tears.

"Not anymore! Get out! I hate you!" And just like that she slapped me again.

I quickly grabbed my bag, containing my razor, cigarettes (I was too young to smoke but no one cares), alcohol and some clothes. I ran out the house and to the cemetery.

***

I grabbed the alcohol out of my bag and quickly downed it. I ignored the burning sensation in my throat. I grabbed my razor out.

You're worthless. A cut to my wrist.

You're a mistake. Another cut.

Everyone hates you. Another cut.

Just KILL yourself! Another cut.

No one will care if you're gone! Another cut.

I suddenly stopped, realising I wasn't alone. I heard quiet sobs.

"Who's there?!" I slowly walked to where the sobs were.

"Go away," the other persons voice was hoarse, he'd obviously been crying.

I took another step closer. It was a boy, he looked a few years older then me, long black hair, he wasn't skinny but he wasn't fat either.
"I said: go away!" He warned harshly.

I shook my head and looked at him, he was perched on the cemetery wall...a noose around his neck.

Fuck, I have to do something FAST!!!

"W-wait!" I blurted out, it looked like he was about to let himself drop.

"What?" He looked up, his gaze met mine.

"I'm Frank...Frank Iero," I looked away, clearly embarrassed.

"I'm Gerard," Gerard sniffled.

I climbed up and sat next to him, "my mom kicked me out."

"That sucks..." he looked away.

I pulled out a bottle of vodka out of my bag, "want some?"

Gerard nodded and took a swig from the bottle. This carried on for a while, we shared the drink back and forth.

"Hey..umm, do you have a place to stay?" Gerard looked at me.

I just shook my head and drank the last sip from the bottle.

"You can stay with me if you want?" He smiled softly.

"Really? You'd let me?" I smiled back, feeling super happy.

Gerard nodded and took the noose off from around his neck. I jumped down from the wall, my cuts still visible.

"Just follow me, Frankie," I blushed at the nickname.

We started walking to Gerard's house, getting to know each other. It felt like we'd known each other forever. The walk was cold, I was still sad that my mom had kicked me out. My wrists were stinging from the self-destruction I had done.

***

I walked to Gerard's room that we now share. He lets me use some of his clothes in exchange for alcohol and cigarettes. I sat next to him on the bed.

"Where's your brother, Gee?" I look around his room.

"Oh, he's out with some friends," he laughed awkwardly, "he should be home soon."

I Look at my covered arms, shit, the blood was seeping through, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

Gerard nodded and I walked off to the bathroom. As soon as I got in there I pulled my hoodie off. My arms were covered in blood. This wasn't good, not at all. I grabbed some toilet paper and dabbed in on my arms. It hurt like hell. The thoughts were back:

You're worthless
Everyone hates you
Gerard is only doing this because he feels bad for you
You're a lost cause
Just kill yourself already
You're a freak
No one will ever love you

"GO AWAY!!!" I started punching my head, "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!"

Gerard heard this and ran inside the bathroom. He saw the bloodied mess and wrapped his arms around me, "shhhh, shhhh, it's okay, Frankie."

I started crying in his arms, "why am I like this...? No one loves me."

"Hey, that's not true, I-I love you," he looked away, blushing.

"Y-you love me...?" I questioned him.

He nodded and hugged me closer. Was this real? He loved me. Me?