The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 19: The Fourth Attempt

!!!Trigger Warning. If you are already suicidal, I don't suggest reading this chapter!!!

This chapter is going to be quite a bit shorter than the others, but I'll try to stretch it out as much as I can.

I love you guys.

xoxoCrashFire

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Frank's POV:

I'm done. I'm tried of everybody, everyone! I'm done with the bullying, the teasing, the taunting, the insults, the beatings! I'm done with Greyson. I'm done with Gerard. I'm done with people trying to save me and only ending up hurting me!


I go home and grab a piece of paper and an ink pen, if Gerard tries to save me, he'll come to my house first... I don't want to be found. I want- no, need to die.

I go out the back door, making sure to close it quietly in case Gerard came over here yet or at all, and go over to the park six blocks away, Belleville Park, it's kinda late, so hopefully no one'll be there.

As I'm walking, I think of what to put in my note, who to say good bye to, who to thank for trying to help, what reasons in all, and most importantly, how to end it.

I enter the park and my wish was granted, empty.

I go over to the tunnel slide and sit at the top, writing my note as neat as I can manage while shaking.

'Dear Friends, Family, and Whoever Else Reads This,

I'm sorry for ending it like this, but I'm just so sick and tired of everyone, of everything. My mother never paid enough attention to know that I was spiraling down this path. I'm sorry, I guess no one else really noticed either..

Skylar, Mikey, and Ray, thank you. You guys helped, you tried and at times it worked, and others, not. I'm sorry, but I had to go. I couldn't bear to stay any longer.

Mother..... You were never my mom. You were only my mother.

Gerard and Greyson, I finally did it.

-Frank'

The page is tear stained and I'm trembling. I slowly fold it up and put it in between my lips to reach into my pocket.

I can barely hold still enough to reach in my back pocket for my wallet, I keep my blades in there. I picked out the biggest and sharpest.

I let a few more tears flee from my eyes and trickle down my face. This is what I want. I just keep reminding myself of what Greyson told me, 'You're just a worthless little faggot. Go kill yourself, nobody with miss you, nobody will care. The only people who would attend your funeral is the people who have to.'

I take a deep breath and remind myself once more, 'This is what you want.', then I slash the blade across my vein, it already starts pooling out and running down my arm, I flinch at the sudden sting and drop the blade. It falls through one of the openings in the cage-like floor of the playground equipment. "No!" I shout, but not loudly.

I put the note in my right hand.

A smile, then, slowly creeps onto my lips and I lay down, this is what I want, and it's happening. I look at my arm as the blood oozes out at a fast and steady pace, this is what I want.

I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, and let some thoughts stroll through my mind.

'Fourth time... Success.'

'I love you, Gerard.'

And

'I'm sorry.'

I'm sorry for just abruptly ending everything, not even a clue of it. Only Gerard got the hint and I don't even know if he cared enough to try to stop me.

But I'm not sorry, I'm making everyone's lives better.

One less faggot in the world, right?

After thinking that, I start getting lightheaded, and I hear Gerard yelling, "Frank! Frank, please! He isn't right!"

I grip the note tighter and will myself to not reply, to not retort and say how correct he is.

Then my eyes become heavier, harder to open making me feel tired, sleepy.

I look once more at the black, star covered sky, and close my eyes for the last time.

I let out a sigh of relief and allow myself to sleep, sleep forever.

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;-; Here it is.

xoxoCrashFire