This chapter is very short but it had to be left in that place. I will upload the next one, as I've already written it, either today or tomorrow latest.
Darkness seeped out of the now open door, causing Frank to shiver. He had a feeling, a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was seriously wrong.
‘’Gerard?’’ He called out as he stepped inside. The apartment itself was small, one large room with 2 doors which could only lead to the bedroom and bathroom. The room Frank was standing in reeked of booze and cigarettes, an assortment of bottles lined on top of the static television. The windows either side were boarded up, eliminating any chance of light entering the room. Frank stepped carefully over empty cigarette packets and broken glass bottles, making his way towards the worn leather sofa that was facing the TV. As he neared it the smell of alcohol and vomit filled his nostrils causing him to gag. Oh no. Frank thought, anticipating what he was about to see. He recognised that distinct smell from many years ago. Pulling himself round the side of the couch he stopped in his tracks, starring at what he had expected and dreaded. One leg was propped up by the arm of the sofa, right hand loosely gripping a now empty bottle of whiskey, pills floating in the golden liquid and vomit that lay around Gerard Ways head. An empty bottle of pills lay in the other hand laying on top if a crumpled up piece of paper, word messily scrawled on it. It was a suicide note.
YOU ARE READING
Save me from my self destruction.
FanfictionGerard is back down a path of self destruction, a collision course with one possible outcome. Will Frank be able to help him save himself, while battling his own demons that have lurked inside him all these years?
