Chapter 1

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Trigger Warning! 

Suicide-- do not take this warning lightly. Suicide is a main theme.

Explicit self-harm, child abuse, underage drinking, reckless behavior, and depression.

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IF ANY OF THESE THINGS TRIGGER YOU, DO NOT READ.


I didn't leave a note. I didn't leave a reason or a motive. Let them make sense of it on their own. Let them come up with their own understanding. I was done. 

I feel the cool blade against my skin for the last time, staining the silver a deep red color. Among the old scars and scabbing wounds, I make a few more fresh slits. I feel tears building in my eyes, but refuse to let them come over. If I'm dying today, I'm going out with a bang, and that doesn't include crying. 

I stand up and look at myself in the bathroom mirror. I fix my smeared eyeliner and brush my fingers through my black hair, straightening the short blonde hair on the sides. I catch my own hazel eyes in the reflection and part of me wants to stop. Do I really want to die? I shouldn't do this. I should just go downstairs, get some coffee, and forget about the whole thing. But there was a darkness within my eyes, too. Something that was screaming at me to end it all. 

I grab the sharpie next to the sink and lean forward, tainting the mirrored reflection with the big black words. 

xo Frank

I pull down the sleeves of my black Misfits shirt to cover the marks and take a deep breath. This is it, I think. This is the day that Frank Iero dies.

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