Reasons To Live (Frank/Gerard)

Sleep

I couldn’t let anyone know how much that hurt. I ran out the room and passed Gerard and Lynz. I heard Mikey yell for me.

“Dammit Gerard. I swear if he hurts himself it’s your fault.” Mikey growled. That was the last thing I heard before a got into my car and drove home sobbing. I could barely see but I made it home safely.  Moms probably at work so is dad. I ran inside and grabbed my mom’s sleeping pills. I got a glass of water and ran up to my room. I locked my door and I sat down on my bed. I stared at the bottle of the pills.

Iero,Linda

Trazadone

200mg

Take one every night with food

I made up mind. Gerard’s words ringing through my head. I opened the bottle and took one out. I put it in my mouth. I took 2 more than swallowed. I wasn’t feeling anything. I was not dizzy nor lightheaded. So I took the whole bottle. Still nothing. But I started to feel my eyes droop and my stomach hurt. I smiled. It’s working. The room started to spin. My hearing was fading away by the second and so was my vision. My stomach started feeling worse. I felt sharp pains shoot through it. Dammit Frank. Ignore it. You don’t feel pain. But suddenly my hearing was gone followed my vision. I was engulfed in darkness. I could be happy. They could be happy. Everyone could be happy now.

Mikeys POV

“Dammit Gerard! I swear if he hurts himself it’s your fault!’ I growled. His eyes widened. “You have forgotten haven’t you?” I laughed pissed off. “He’s not only had multiple suicide attempts but he also has a fucking past with self-harm.”

“Wha-What? I didn’t know!” He said with wide eyes.

“Really? Because you were the first person he told. Fucking asshole.  You go and check on him now. If you find him dead or bleeding you better fucking call an ambulance because if you don’t I swear I will fucking kill you. I don’t give two shits if your my brother.” I said through gritted teeth. “And you.” I said pointing to Lynz. “Get the fuck out of this house.” I said. She quickly ran out. Gerard got his coat and ran out to his car and sped off.

Gerards POV

Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit. How did I fucking forget! I’m such an arrogant asshole! I told him to die and I forgot all about his fucking suicidal tendencies. I got to his shaking. I walked in the house not bothering to knock. I sprinted up to his room. I put a shaky hand on the door knob and tried it. It’s locked. Dammit! I knocked no answer. I kept knocking but got nothing. Last resort. I backed up and ran into the door. I did it multiple times. The door finally came down. The sight was not pretty at all. He looked like he was in so much pain. I saw a bottle of pills. Empty. I saw Iero,Linda and knew immediately they were his moms sleeping pills. His brow was furrowed and he had a slight frown on his face. He had puke on the side of his face. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. I held his hand the whole time.

Franks POV

I woke up? No this must be some sorta hell where I have to deal with their reactions. No I can’t be awake. I quickly ripped the Ivs out of my arm but the damn alarm started beeping. Nurses rushed in. I struggled against their grip begging for them to let me go and die. They finally got a hold of e and strapped e to the bed and injected me with what I guess was morphine and something to make me pass out.

“Frankie?” I heard a voice ask. I opened my eyes and saw Gerard.

“Don’t call me that.” I said. He frowned.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

“Sorrys suppose to make up for me almost killing myself because of you/’ I asked groggily.

“No.” He said solemnly.

“Exactly.” I said.  He walked out and Mikey came in with red puffy eyes.

“Mikes-“ I tried to say but he cut me off.

“No. frank why?’ he asked.

“I figured Gerard was right. He loved me once but now he hates me. Same with my parents.” I shrugged messing with a string on my hospital blanket.

“He wasn’t. Frank you’ve been out for a month. And Honestly. You should give Gerard a chance at being your friend. He stayed up every night. He woke up at 4 and came at 5 every day when hours started and left 30 minutes after they ended. He stays by his phone every second waiting for updates on you. I think he’s coming to his senses. He broke up with Lynz.” He whispered the last part. My heart leaped. But could I trust him? After everything he’s done to me?  “he’s even skipped coffee.” He said. I froze. Gerard. No coffee. What?

“Seriously? Wow.” I said. I smiled. “ill give him a chance. We’ll start as friends though.” I said grinning. Mikey went and got Gerard.

“Gerard. I accept your apology. But I cant trust you right now. We need to slowly build up our friendship again okay?” I said. He frowned.

“If you trust me again and we start to get to know eachother more and stuff then maybe we can go out again?” He asked scared.

“maybe.” I winked. He smiled. He lightly hugged me and I hugged back. I missed him. I missed this. I waved Mikey over to join. He did and we had a big group hug.

“Frank.I have to ask you a couple questions hun.” Came a voice. We let eachother go. The nurse got a pen.

“Whats your name?” She asked.

“Frank Anthony Iero Jr.” I stated.

“Age?”

“17.”

“Parents?”

“Linda and Frank Senior.” I growled.

“School?”

“Queen of Peace.”

“Who are these boys standing beside you?”

“Mikey and Gerard Way.”

“Good. I guess I’ll you all be. Frank you will have to start attending therapy and you will have to get a therapist. If you sign this treatment plan agreement you will be free to leave.” She said placing a paper in front of me. I read it over and signed.

“At the front desk you can make your appts for therapy and a psychiatrist.” She smiled and walked out. A doctor came in and took my IVs out. Mikey handed me a change of clothes. I got up and walked to the bathroom. Thank god I stillhad my boxers on underneath this hospital gown. I changed and walked out. I knew the procedure. I’ve had to do this about 4 times before. I never attend the therapy or psychiatrist appointments because I never make them. I hate therapy its all a bunch of bullshit. We walked out and I signed out.

“Mr.Iero what about therapy?” Asked the receptionist.

“Ill make one somewhere else.” I shrugged before walking out.

Wow. Okay. Idk. Ummm. I need a new phone urgh. My birthdays on the 22nd btw. Yeah shitty birthday because it’s the day MCR did the thing. I hate my birthday. I hope this chapter wasn’t too shitty. Ily all <33 comment, Vote and follow c;

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