Frerard

The Savior

Franks POV
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I was just coming home from a girlfriends house. I had gone to surprise her but she surprised me. I had walked into her room and I see her stripping for some guy who was probably 25 where she was 18.
" we're over you fucking slut" I yelled then walked out of her house. I was a crying mess. My hazel eyes were all puffy and I looked a lot shorter than usual. Im 5"4 but slouching I look like I'm five foot. Why that whore would do that shit I have no clue. She was probably getting annoyed by a suicidal fuck like me so she moved on.
She probably hated seeing my scars. She was probably done with my bullshit. I wasn't going to let that bother me now. I honestly don't care if she hates me because I hate her now.
I was walking home and had to go across a bridge to get there. I was walking and got distracted by something glinting in the moonlight. I stepped closer to it and picked it up.
I automatically dropped it for it had red sticky stuff on it, blood. But who's I look down a few yards and see someone climbing up the railing.
I looked at him and recognized him from school. He was Gerard, I could tell by his red hair. Was he thinking of jumping? But he couldn't jump wasn't he afraid of heights. We used to be best friends but we split up.
I ran over and heard him say " goodbye world." Then he jumped.
I caught him and pulled him onto the bridge.

Gerard's POV
I had jumped why haven't I lost all sensable thoughts yet? Suddenly I was on the bridge again and a guy with messy black hair was standing next to me
"Gerard?" A familiar voice said.
A set of hazel eyes red and puffy looked own at me. I remember him his name was Frank Iero. Why did he save me?
"Gerard what have you done?" He sobbed. His gaze moved from my eyes and down to my neck I assume.
"Shit, Gee, what the hell," he yelled he picked me up and started walking.

Franks POV
I probably looked like I had murdered this boy rather than tried to save him. I mean it was a struggle to get him home by walking a mile carrying him he's 5"9.
I walked him home to get my car. I put him in the car and drove him to the hospital. They fixed his neck and I said that someone did this to him that it wasn't him and I had just found him on the bridge.

Gerard's POV
I wake up in the hospital to a bright light. I look at the calendar on the wall and it says it was a week after I had attempted suicide. Frank was sitting in the corner, did he save me? I don't know.
"How long have you been here?"
"Since I brought you here."
"Why?"
"Because I love you Gee."
Did I just hear that? I never would've thought Frank loved me. We were best friends and he never told me I was gay. I thought it was stupid to love him because he had a girlfriend and I didn't have a chance.
"I-," I then slipped out of consciousness before I could say I love you too.

(Sorry this is so terrible if anyone has any suggestions for any other stories I should start just comment and I'll try to do each)
- Lila