Cemetery Drive

Gone

Gerard's POV:

He looked so helpless crying in my arms. I love him so much, he's just so perfect. Something about him just made me go crazy. I'm glad we met, I love him. I wish I could take away all of his pain.

I gently rubbed his cheek with my thumb. I smile and kissed his head. You could never be sad around Frankie.

"G-Gerard...I-I love you..." Frank stuttered.

I smiled, "I love you too, Frankie,"

I lowly leaned my head down, this is real...I'm about to kiss him. What if he has a boyfriend?! What if he isn't gay?! I didn't care, I just wanted to kiss him.

Then it happened, I kissed him. His small, pink lips were so soft. I pulled away and slapped myself mentally.

"Was it good?" Fuck, why did you ask that Gerard?!

"Yeah, I liked it," Frank smiled and wiped his tears away with the back of his hand.

~a few days later~

Me and Frank were sitting on the sofa, snuggling. Frank was a lot different, he was more distant and quiet. I Love Frank, but not this new Frank. This Frank wouldn't talk for hours like he used to, he was just...there.

"Babe, I'm gonna go for a walk," Frank looked up at me.

"Okay, love," I kissed his cheek, "stay safe."

Frank nodded. He stood up from the sofa, he grabbed his back and left his phone. Weird.

Franks POV:

Today was the day, I'm gonna end it all. I grabbed my bag, it had pills, alcohol and a razor in. I left my phone behind so no one can contact me. I waved goodbye to my lovely boyfriend, Gerard. I walked out the door and closed it behind me. The winter breeze blew through my hair. I started walking to my moms house. Maybe she missed me?

I had arrived to her house, I slowly raised my hand to knock on the door.

"M-mom...?" I called with a shaky voice.

Then my mom opened the door, she looked like she wanted to beat me again.

"I'm ready, you little shit!" She slammed her fist into my face.

She dragged me inside my old "home". Shit. I was gonna get beaten and battered until I probably passed out, then she'd so horrible things to me while I was passed out. She laid punch upon punch to my face. The pain was unbearable. I wish it was one of those fan-fic moments where I would pass out, but it isn't. I have to deal with this pain. I stared at the wall. Those horrible memories came flooding back in. My tiny body would scratch at the wall until she stopped or until my nails were bleeding.

***

I had managed to escape, I ran as fast as my bruised, beaten body could. I made it to the cemetery and sat next to my grandma's tombstone. I opened the bag and pulled the pills, alcohol and razor out.

I popped open the pill bottle, I took out a handful and shoved them down my throat. I drank some of the alcohol, ignoring the burning sensation in my throat. I grabbed the razor and started slicing up my arms.

YOU'RE WORTHLESS!!!
I HATE MYSELF!!!
I'D BE BETTER OFF GONE!!!
IM A FREAK!!!
NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE ME!!!
JUST D-

It all went black, I felt warm and not at pain anymore. The last thing I remember was that I cut my arms so much.

"Daddy? Where's Frank?" An unfamiliar voice spoke.

"Oh, Bandit, Frankie's gone away, he's a lot happier now," it was Gerard...but different.

"But, daddy, I miss him," the girl frowned.

"I know you do, Bandit, but Frank's a lot happier now, he isn't hurting anymore."

Then suddenly, they disappeared. A new image came up. It was Frank and his mom, she was kind and loving towards him.
Gerard's POV

It's midnight, Frank still isn't home yet...should I go out and look for him? I decided to go out and look for Frank. I grabbed my phone and walked around town. Lost of stores, but no Frank. The beach? Lost of sand, but no Frank...I was starting to lose hope. Please Frank, be okay, please Frankie. Tears were welling up in my eyes. I decided to go to where me and Frank first met: the cemetery. I walked down the path, keeping my head down. The sound of my sobs filled the air.

***

I walked the cemetery, looking for Frank.

"Frank? Frankie!" I called out, "Frank! Please, Frank! Answer me!"

I saw a motionless figure laying by a grave. Poor thi-wait...it was Frank. I ran over to him, tears streaming down my face. I got to franks body. I kneeled down and cradled him. He was stiff, so cold as well and so pail. I screamed, the pain was too much. I started doing CPR, hoping it wasn't too late.

"Come on, Frank! Stay with me!" I screamed as I continued doing CPR. I snatched my phone and called 911.

"HELP! HE NEEDS AN AMBULANCE! HE-HE ISNT BREATHING!" I shouted at the operator.

"Sir, please calm down, what going on?" The lady had a sweet, comforting voice.

"M-my friend...F-Frank. I-I think he's d-dead." I chocked out.

Operator:"How old is he, sir?"
Gerard: "h-he's seventeen"
Operator: "Okay, sir, ambulance are on their way now, keep doing CPR and just stay calm."
Gerard: "y-yes, ma'am."

Quickly, the ambulances arrived, they rushed over to Frank and started working on his motionless body.

"FRANK!!!" I yelled out, my voice becoming hoarse.

I fell onto my knees and cried my eyes out.

***

I sat in a chair next to the hospital bed. The doctors and nurses were deciding if they should pull the plug.

"Frank, babe, wake up," I rubbed his cheek, "please, babe."

I heard a groan and my face snapped up, "Frank?"

"G-Gerard...?" Frank slowly opened his eyes, his voice was hoarse and groggy, "Gerard?"

"Frankie!" I wrapped my arms around him.

I kissed his forehead.

I walked to the nurses, "he's awake, franks awake!"

"Frank Iero? He's awake?" The nurse walked to his room.

The nursed were doing tests on Frank, making him sign stuff so he could come home.

***

I started walking Frank home.

"Babe, who's Bandit?" Frank Look up at me.

"I don't know, who is Bandit?" I kissed his forehead.

"Sorry, probably just day dreaming..." Frank laughed nervously.

"It's okay, babe," I held his hand and we walked home.

The path was becoming more familiar, as we were getting closer to home. I walked up to the red door and unlocked it with my key. We are home!