One More Try /FRERARD

Chapter Five: Failures and CPR

A/N play the music straight away. This gets emotional so basically trigger warning for the whole chapter

Third P.O.V
Gerard's head was swimming with thoughts of Frank. It suddenly came over him... something didn't feel right. He felt exactly the same when his best friend died when he was 7.

Where was Frank?

Gerard walked into his lesson and saw he wasn't there. He always was there no matter what. Panic swept over him. Gerard needed to find him.

He ran straight out of the classroom and into the toilets. Frank wasn't in any of them. Gerard decided to go out on a whim and wander down to the woods where he would hang out for lunch sometimes.

Running down the steps towards the forest. Gerard could see a faint image of a person lying next to the big tree. Getting closer the person came into focus and Gerard almost froze in his tracks.

Frank was lying there blue and unconscious on the muddy floor surrounded by an empty pill bottle.
It broke his heart. He could hear it breaking into a million pieces. Each piece slicing him apart one by one.

He called an ambulance, managing to be understandable through the sobbing. Before he knew it the medics were there -so was half the school.

The medics started performing CPR but it wasn't working. They tried again. And again. Frank wouldn't wake up. Gerard ran to him and sobbed over his lifeless body

"YOU CANT LEAVE ME! FRANK I LOVE YOU! PLEASE COME BACK! Ple-ase" his voice cracking at the end. Tears taking over, he didn't care that this was happening in front of everyone.

Nothing would help Frank now.

They told Gerard it had been too late by the time they got there.

One medic told gerard that Frank would've passed away peacefully and without pain. Just like falling asleep...

Gerard broke down, tears streamed down his face, his breathing trying to catch up with the amount of emotions he was feeling.

His Frank was gone. His only friend. The only person that he felt he could trust. Gone.

Gerard was overwhelmed by the amount of emotions he was feeling. The urge to forget had never been so strong. He didn't understand his feelings towards Frank. He had only known him for a few months but he felt like they belonged together. Like soul mates...

He felt like it was his fault "maybe if i realised he wasn't fine... maybe if I had of followed him from the toilets...maybe if...maybe..."
Gerard thought.

All the 'maybes' and 'ifs' flooded Gerard's brain over the next month. Along with the alcohol and drugs that clouded his every thought.

The funeral had been small and plain. Frank didn't have any friends so it was his mum and grandparents. Gerard didn't go he couldn't bare to put himself through that pain. Franks mum had asked him to say something at the funeral but he refused and locked himself away.

Mikey had tried everything to get him to leave his room and poisons alone. Nothing would work. Nothing.

Gerard was wasting away in a pile of depression and misery. He couldn't go on without his lifeline Frankie. Gerard wanted a second chance. I'm the few months they hadn't gotten to know each other and Gerard had fallen hard. He wanted to tell Frank that he lov- but he would never be able to. It was too much for him to handle. So he used drugs and self harm to help him forget.

*4 months passed since Franks death*

"Gerard, please open the door" Mikey pleaded from the other side. He didn't hear an answer at all so he walked in despite the lecture gerard would surely give him about personal space. Blah blah.