Gerard's Pov:
Damnit
I mumbled to myself.
I'm probably looking like a useless boyfriend right now.
My thoughts continued.
Ten missed calls displayed on the screen my phone and about seven KIK messages displayed underneath them.
Shit.
I squirmed out of my bed after just waking up and put my phone on charge across the room. After doing that, I frantically picked up my phone again and went through all the messages.
Gerard baby, please pick up.
Please. I'm really struggling without you.
Gerard I want to cut myself.
Please
Where are you?!?!
Gee!
Too fucking late asshole.
I broke into tears. My boyfriend was broken and I wasn't there for him.
I was the only one who could protect him and even I couldn't do that right.
Why was I so fucking stupid.
I should have been there for him.
Next thing I knew a hole lay in the thin wallj of my bedroom. My fist did it.
"Fuck!"
I screamed.
The hospital
My first initial thought was to see if he was at the hospital.
Fuck. It was a three hour drive from where I live.
Guess I had no choice.
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It was dark. The birds of early morning just began to chirp in the trees above my driveway.
I closed the door lightly hoping not to wake anybody up. I race to my car, a black Mercedes.
It shone like matte lipstick in the darkness mixed with the light of my porch.
I grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. As soon as I sat down the engine roared to life. It suddenly created a warmth and I felt ten times better already.
My black hair cascaded into my eyes whilst I driven, I attempted to blow it out of my eyes several times leaving me to stop the car to tuck it behind my ears. I was due for a haircut.
Only one more minute left.
It was a while since I saw him last.
A sudden whiff of excitement washed over me. I was going to spend time with Frank Iero again!
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As soon as I walked through the glass double doors of The hospital, my first instinct was to buy a coffee.
So I did.
I inserted $2.00 into the machine hoping that it wouldn't fail on me.
The espresso was poured in front of my eyes, no milk.
I loved coffee ever since I met Frank, the little bastard got me into it and now my teeth where all stained but he didn't mind, he just wanted to kiss me no matter what my mouth portrayed.
He didn't mind the way my lips tasted. He just would kiss them all day. He just wanted to be with me and feel my tongue on his.
It didn't matter where we were, as long as we where together that was all that mattered.
My attention snapped back to the lady at the desk, she asked me who I wanted to see.
After she was finished asking questions I beamed and said "Frank, Frank Anthony Iero."
She gave me a weak apologetic smile. She could see my confusion by her actions.
What happened?
"Frank, right, well he will no longer be staying here." She exclaimed.
"What do you mean, what's happened! I thought he would be here, you see he sent me these panicked messages and I'm worried that he might have um...tried to kill himself."
The lady looked concerned.
"Look, I drove three hours to get here and..."
She cut me off.
"Look, mr.way we can't help you."
I frown before she said something more helpful.
"Okay then well could you at least confirm the hospital he was referred to?"
I asked hopefully.
"I'm sorry mr.way, it's not that sort of thing, it's got to stay private and to save our confidentiality the only thing I can tell you is that the hospital is for patients who are...troubled."
I rubbed the tears from my eyes and sulked over to the waiting room for no reason. I spent three hours getting here so I thought I'd make the most of it.
