a deathwish//frerard [COMPLETED]

in misery tonight

[three]
Everyone is different, meaning people react to things differently.

Emotion.

Gerard didn't feel emotion anymore, and to bring his emotions back he drank. He drank to feel happy. He drank to feel sad. He drank just to feel the cold water touch his toes.

However, Frank smoked. He sucked the life out of his soul with a simple cancer stick. It felt good. The nicotine was addicting.

Frank smoked to numb himself. No physically, but mentally. He felt too much. Too much sadness.

He knew the day would be sad, just like the day before today, and the day before that.

But then he met Gerard. Their simple conversation left Frank with a slight happiness inside. But that all vanished once he got back to his normal life.

He exited the little coffee shop and pulled up his hood. Staring down at his feet, he moved quickly across the empty streets. He didn't know where he was going, so he just continued to walk.

Gerard's life was a lot simpler than Franks. And Frank's life was much too complicated for myself to explain in detail.

As a child he was loved and looked after well, until some men killed his parents in front of him, in his own household.

Limp, lifeless bodies hanging from the ceiling as the young Frank was tied to a chair, with a gag tied to his mouth. He chocked on it and cried into it as he stared.

After he was found in the basement, he went to a foster home. The home was abusive and Frank tried to hide from the owners. But he was forced to watch. He was forced to watch the kids get beaten up by adults, and forced to listen to them cry themselves to sleep. He grew up around the abuse and so he learnt how to fight. He taught himself.

First, it was punching cushions, then punch bags, then the bullies at school. It built him up. But it wasn't anger that he needed a release on.

Misery. Pain. And how Frank dealt with that? He sucked the life force out of his body and replaced it with cancerous tar that truly made his insides black. He had a black soul, both literally and metaphorically. He didn't show emotion, emotion meant he was letting his guard down, letting them in. Letting them in to hurt him. Like him.

And that's what led Frank to the cliff over the beach that night.