But I'd Like To Learn Your Name (Frerard Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Frank's POV

I'm nearly running to the cemetery to see if Gerard's still there.

I don't remember what grave I found him at so I just end up searching through the whole graveyard.

Eventually I find him. He's crumpled up into a ball, resting on a mausoleum.

I kneel down next to him and try to wake him up. He's probably sleeping. I think. I shake him, but he's not waking up. I shake him even harder, and call his name, but he's still not waking up.

Is he dead? I think to myself. I reach for his wrist to check for a pulse.

When I pull down his sleeve I see a ton of tiny scratch marks all over his wrist and arm. There's old scars, but mostly fresh ones. Blood still oozing out. I wipe off the blood with the back of my hand.

I check his pulse. At first I can't feel for it, but it's barely, barely there. At least he's still alive, but on the verge of not being. What the fuck did he do?!

I clumsily pull my phone out of my pocket. I dial 911. I try to sound like I've never met this person before, and how I just found him randomly. Even though it's kinda suspicious that a sixteen year old is just casually walking in a cemetery at ten pm.

Eventually they get here. I watch as they put Gerard on a stretcher.

One of the medics pulls me aside. "How'd you find him?", she asks as she pulls out a notepad and a pencil.

I push my hair back, "uh, well I was just visiting my dad... And I saw him I guess." I make up some lame excuse to make it sound believable.

The medic nods and scribbles something on her notepad.

"Have you ever seen him before?"

"Yes, he goes to the same school as me."

"Do you know if he's depressed or has ever been suicidal?"

That's a tough question. Should I mention the scars? His history with drugs-

"No."

She writes something again on the notepad. "Thank you for your time. We'll contact you when he wakes up.", she says as she rushes to join the others.

Suddenly someone grabs my shoulder. I instantly spin around to see who it is.

He's a boy maybe thirteen, fourteen? He has glasses, light brown hair, really skinny, wearing a beanie. He looks familiar too.

"Who are you?", I say as I step away from him.

He looks like he's on the verge of crying and I instantly feel bad.

"I-Is my brother okay?", he says.

I know how he feels. When I was only eight my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He died three months after being diagnosed. The day he died, I remember I was sleeping. It was around midnight when the ambulance came.

I remember all the bright lights and sirens. I just watched as they carried my dad out. I held my moms hand and said goodbye to my dad for the last time. I kept asking the medics and the police officers what would happen to him, and where he was going to go. If he was going to be okay.

I get the bad memories out of my mind and focus on the question asked to me. I can't lie, but I can't tell him the truth either.

"He'll be fine no matter what. Just watch over him. He loves you, ya know."

He nods as tears stream down his face. "He left today.", he mumbles.

So that's Gerard's brother. I thought Gerard said his own brother didn't care about him anymore.

"You know he's going to live with me?" I put emphasis on going to. He's going to live. He's not dead.

He sniffles and looks up, "oh. Please take care of him for me? I love him so much, he just doesn't know." I watch as he breaks into tears again. I wrap my arm around him. I feel a strong connection to him and Gerard both, even though I've only known Gerard for a day, and his brother for a few minutes.

I try to calm him down by talking about other things. "What's your name?", I ask.

"Mikey. And I already know yours. My mom told me about you. Because Gee is going to be living with you."

Going to.

Okay, that's the eighth chapter! I kinda left on a cliff hanger. Oh well... DUH DUH DUHH.

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