The Only Hope for Me is You-Frerard

2-Frank

Of course I know Gerard Way. I've seen his face every day, and it's never stopped being beautiful. But not conventionally so. He's like a piece of art. He's beautiful, but in a dangerous way. He always looks like he's on the cusp of tearing this whole wide world apart.

No one ever messes with him. He could break them in half if they tried. He could destroy them.

His brother is also a legend. He's only thirteen or fourteen, but he's super smart, so smart he scares his teachers. His teachers hate him. He's always on full brightness

The Way brothers are certainly something else. I don't quite know how to describe them.

I don't quite get Gerard. One minute, he's cutting his skin open on the bathroom floor, and the next minute he's lying spread-eagled on the hood of my car, drawing me. Or maybe he was drawing the car. I can't quite tell for sure.

I can feel the weight of his knife in my pocket as I peel out of the parking lot before he can introduce me to his brother. I wonder how many times the knife carved marks deeply into his skin, creating ladder rungs for depression to climb. Gerard Way, our school's legendary badass, hurting himself on the bathroom floor.

I shake the thoughts from my head as I speed down the highway. My gloved hands grip the steering wheel. Under my gloves, my knuckles must be white.

I needed to help him. I couldn't see him hurting himself. Watching him tremble there was too much like looking into a mirror.

He has his brother, but his brother can't be there at the time. And I felt responsible. I needed to save him. It felt to me like it was my job to save him. I would be his angel if he needed me to be. His dark angel, because I couldn't see myself wearing white.

Gerard Way has always sparked my interest. He really is beautiful. I've always seen him through the corners of my eyes. Quick glances and then look away. I'd never talked to him before. Before today. Before the bathroom encounter.

It's then that I could look him in the eyes for the first time. And he was even more beautiful when I could look at him full-on. The light in the bathroom was pale and bright, a little harsh. And he was brighter than the light in the room. He was brighter than the sun.

His eyes were mostly hazel, but they seemed to change before my eyes. His hair was dyed bright red, and the front of it fell in his face. His face was almost perfectly round, but he had a great jaw. He was tall and lanky and very good looking. Good lord, Gerard Way is good-looking. Yet, for some reason, he was the one staring at me. It was strange. He just stared at me. He did that a lot throughout the day.

As I drive home, I smile to myself. He seemed a lot happier after the drive. Maybe I even helped him. I grin. Gerard Way. He keeps rolling through my mind. His little brother too, but less so, and in a different way.

I pull into my driveway and climb out of my car.

He never asked why I was on the bathroom floor. I'm glad. The truth is, I was on the floor for the same reason he was. I couldn't stand to go to class, I was upset, and I'd popped the sharp part of the pencil sharpener out. It was sitting in my pocket when I saw him. I told myself that I had to keep from hurting myself so I could help him.

I walk into my house and head straight up to my room. The house is empty, as usual. It's a good house. It used to bother me that my mom is never around, but now I tell myself that it doesn't bother me anymore.

I throw my backpack on the floor and grab the phone on my desk. There's a message on it. The school calling to inform my parents that I didn't attend today. Delete.