Permanently Yours- Frerard

Sunday bloody Sunday

Can you hear me calling, out your name ? You know I've fallen in love, I don't what to say - Fleetwood Mac

Ah shit sorry for the bad updates.
Trigger warning I guess, okay definitely but yeah.
Most small stores are not open on Sundays. Most people do not appreciate working seven days a week. Sadly Frank Iero doesn't have a social life or a family so Sundays weren't the best days for him. So instead Frank sat on his crappy sofa, surrounded by bills and his head in his hands. He'd been doing this for about an hour and did this so often that it had become tedious. Frank didn't know what to do. He simply couldn't afford to run the business, keep his appartment and eat. Frank started to shake. The stress was all too much. Frank stood up and grabbed a piece of paper.

To whom ever this may concern,
I'm sorry that my life has been so tragic that I've had to do this. When I was a teenager and I heard on the news about people that I believed were taking the cowards way out I was appalled, I had no idea how someone's life could be so bad that they felt that this was the only way out. But now I know, now I really know. Life is cruel. It sucks the enthusiasm out of you, wipes the smile off your face. Life is the one doing this, not me. So why am I doing this you may ask. Well maybe you should look into my past and then you'll know. Look into my finances and then you'll know. Look into my heart and then you'll know. My love is unrequited and it kills me. I can't take it anymore so this is the end. I'm sorry.
Frnkxoxo

And with that Frank dropped his pen and proceeded to cry. Because that's what life is like. Life hurts you, life drags you into the deep end and pulls you down till your breath is slow but still there. Because life wants you to suffer as long as possible. Life's a bitch.

Frank thought about how he wanted to end it. But in the end decided gas would be best, because he was choking on life so he may as well choke on gas. Frank got off the sofa and starred at his scared wrists. Because his past was his worst enemy and the flesh on his wrists reminds him that he survived once but he won't again. No. He turned on the gas cooker but didn't lite it. He left it so the gas would fill the air and poured himself a glass of wine he's been saving for a few years for a special occasion which never came around. His brain gave him an idea that he hasn't had in a while. He went to his bathroom and grabbed a razor blade that he'd kept from his youth because In his sub concious he knew this day would come. He returned to the sofa and sipped on his wine because dragging the blade on his wrist repeatedly. Choking and hurting, Frank lay on the sofa and waiting for death to take him.

Gerard has asked Frank for his address yesterday and he wasn't really sure why. But as he sat in the diner and collected their usual meal but as a take away instead Gerard knew. He just had a feeling that Frank needed him today so here he was, leaving the diner with Frank and his owns usual and his backpack with a bottle of diet coke and vodka because you never know, Frank could be having a bad day. Gerard followed the streets until he reached the bad side of New Jersey, where murders and prostitution were frequent in the media. Gerard finally found Franks building and walked up the long stairs until he reached a little blue door. Gerard could smell something that he wasn't able to put his finger on. He knocked the door. No answer. Gerard began to be worried and attempted to open the door, which surprisingly was unlocked. Gerard walked in and coughed loudly, the smell of gas was in the air but he could tell that it hadn't been there long. He opened all the windows and searched for the source of the smell and discovered the cooker. He turned off the gas and looked over to the tattered sofa where Franks body lay, a small pool of blood under him. Gerard was paralyzed.
"shit shit, FRANK. " He shook the small body that lay motionless. Gerard took off his black hoodie and searched for the source of the blood, finding Franks boney wrists covered in angry, bloody cuts. He wrapped up Franks wrists with his old hoodie, not caring that he would stain the black material and also not caring because he owned at least five identical ones in his closet. Gerard bit his lip, deciding what his best option would be. He lifted his fingers to Franks neck and felt around for a pulse. The pulse he found was fairly normal but Gerard wasn't satisfied. Picking up his cell phone, Gerard dialed 911 and waited for the calm voice to answer his call.
"Hello 911 what's your emergency?"
"Hi my.. Friend his gas was on and.. I dont know he cut himself.. He has a pulse fuck what do I do?"
"Stay calm sir what's your name?"
"G-Gerard Way."
"Okay Gerard you're doing great, what's your location?"
" urm 745 cemetery drive, Belleville. "
"We'll send someone round. Stay on the phone with me Gerard, this gas, did you turn it off ?"
"obviously." Gerard spat, not meaning to come off rude but just not being in the mood for this conversation.
"Okay what about opening the windows ?"
"Done." Gerard sighed, he wasn't an idiot he knew if you smelt gas you turn it off and open the windows, is he just smarter than most people or is this woman assuming he's a bloody child ?
"Okay Gerard we've sent a fire fighter to check out the gas,they should arrive with the paramedics, Is the man concious yet?"
"No." And at that moment the door was knocked,
"The ambulance people are here."
"Okay I'll leave you then, good luck. " And the woman hung up. Gerard jumped up and opened Franks door, letting the paramedics walk in to take a look at Frank. Two fire men followed with equipment Gerard didn't recognise but assumed it was to test for gas.
" Okay his pulse is very strong, is he bleeding under this jumper ?"
"Yeah."
"Okay they're quite deep but they're not bleeding very heavily. I think we should take him in for a check over but I think he's alright. Hmmm he's quite thin and boney.. Does he eat much ?"
" I don't know.. " Gerard had his theories of course he did, maybe Frank just didn't like eating, maybe he had an eating disorder maybe he's lazy or maybe just maybe he was a freeloader or ate when he wasn't there. Gerards mind was racing he had no clue what was wrong with his friend, why he did anything.
"Okay Gerard, would you like to come to the hospital with Frank ?"
" What about the gas ?" Right as he said that the firemen walked over.
" The gas is clear but I don't recommend him staying her for a few days to give his lungs a break. " And with that the firemen left and Gerard walked with the paramedics to the ambulance. Once Frank was lifted into the ambulance Gerard sat next to him and without hesitating grabbed his hand.The ambulance began to move.He looked down at Franks gauved wrists. He hadn't noticed the paramedics doing this but he was in such a slate of shock he didn't believe he'd notice if someone smacked him in the face.
"God Frank how could you do this how could you?" He buried his face into Franks hand and kissed it softly.
" I'm sorry." A hoarse voice crocked, "Im so sorry."
" Frank youre okay. "
"Sadly. Unfortunately. "
"Frank dont say that! I'm honestly so happy you're alive. " Their eyes connected like they did the first time they met, the chemistry flying into the air above them. Frank leant forwards, trying to contain his whimper of pain, Gerard leant forwards, looking down at Franks lips before looking back into his eyes.
"Frank I shouldn't. "
"I get it. Its fine. " And with that Frank turned away.
"Frank come on don't be angry with me I'm just.. Adam."
"It's cool Whatever you love him cool cool. "And with that the doors opened.
"Oh Mr Iero you're awake. We're at the hospital now we just need to check you over. "
"Fine. "
The paramedics lifted him into a wheelchair and led him into the hospital with Gerard trailing along like a lost puppy, wishing he'd never pulled away from Franks beautiful pink, plump lips. Gerard sighed and scratched his head before turning into a room Frank was wheeled into.