The Bully (Frerard)(Completed)

Chapter 43: The End

THERE WILL BE AN ALTERNATE ENDING. THERE WILLBE AN ALTERNATE ENDING. THERE WILL BE AN ALTERNATE ENDING.
THERE.
WILL.
BE.
AN.
ALTERNATE.
ENDING.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you.
xoCrashFire
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I lay in bed, I feel numb. I don't want this anymore. Life. It's too painful, all I can think of is Gerard, my Gerard, with that girl. Who knows what they were doing? Maybe they were fucking, maybe they were talking. All I know is that it hurt. I'm jealous, I'm jealous of that.

When I want to talk, Gerard doesn't. When Gerard wants to talk, I don't. What Gerard wants, I don't want. What I want, Gerard doesn't want. It's like we're polar opposites, but we're so much alike.

I clutch the notebook and pen to my chest, am I really going to do this?

I am.

My phone flashes with the notification of a text message. I ignore it. I'm not going to distract myself.

I sit up and place the notebook in my lap, clutching the pen in my right hand. Tears are already falling onto the page, crinkling it up in the spots they soak.

Then I start to write, addressing the note to Gerard.

'Gerard

I'm leaving, I'm finally leaving. My goodbye goes to you because you're the worst and best person I know. I love you more than life itself, that's why I'm leaving; because I love you, but I can't have you.

Your three weeks is up, but I'll never know your answer. I knew it anyways, everybody did.

I'm going to leave you with this, a goodbye, an I love you, and a promise.

The goodbye because I'm weak.

The I love you because I could never stop myself.

The promise- the promise that I'll never be a burden on you anymore.

I'm also going to leave you with an apology. I'm sorry that I had to say goodbye like this, I'm sorry that I had to say I love you like this, and I'm sorry I had to make a promise with you like this.

I'm especially sorry that I lost hope.

Hope is survival.

I love you.

xoFrank'

The tears were coming hard and fast. It's Thanksgiving and I don't have anything to be thankful for.

I set the note on my bedside table and look at it. Then I think back to the day Gerard took me to get my lip pierced. I sniffle and reach up to remove the ring from my lip. I poke it through the paper and latch it, letting it sit there.

"This time you won't find me," I whisper. I grab the bottles of medication off the table and pop them open, pouring a lot of them in my hand. I think for a minute, almost wanting to stop. But then I shove the handful down my throat and chase them down with a drink of water. I swallow more and more, emptying the two containers.

At first I don't feel anything, then I feel dizzy and sick. I feel like throwing up, but I hold it down and wait for the dark to catch up with me.

It does, and when it does, I welcome it with open arms and a smile. I've finally left this world.

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3rd Person POV:

Gerard texted Frank two hours ago to meet him at the park, he wanted to tell him that he needed a little more time, just a few days.

It's been an hour since they were supposed to meet up and he was starting to get cold, so he decided to walk to Frank's house. He needed to tell him.

When Frank's mom opens the door, she has tears running down her face and a phone in her hand. "Linda? What's wrong?" Gerard asks.

"Upstairs," is all she says. It doesn't click in Gerard's head what that could possibly mean, so he walks up the stairs, looking around but going in Frank's room first.

The scene was not at all what he was expecting. His tears come out almost instantly and then he's by Frank's side, shaking his still warm body, screaming at him to wake up.

"Frank! Frank, please wake up!" His sobs are coming out harshly, burning his throat. "Frank," he whimpers.

He looks at Frank's peaceful face, noting the slight smile present.

He notices that his lip ring is gone, that makes him cry more. Did he not want it anymore?

He looks at the two bottles on the night table and picks them up. He drugged himself. Gerard's grip on the bottles tighten and he chucks them across the room, "Fuck!"

Then he notices the piece of paper on the table, his lip ring attached to it. He lifts it up and reads it. Crying harder and harder.

He sets the paper back down and pulls Frank's limp body to his chest, "You were never a burden. I love you. I love you." He holds Frank as tight as possible to his chest, ignoring the sirens that are coming closer and closer.

"I love you," he whispers one last time.

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THERE WILL BE AN ALTERNATE ENDING.

xoCrashFire