What a catch Donnie

The Kids Aren't Alright

I ran. I ran as fast as I could. Anger fueled me, and as the bow of the ship came into view, it turned into sadness. Salty tears escaped my eyes only to be wiped away a second later. The cold night air chilled me to the bone, but I carried on. My father, who forced me onto this damned boat in the first place, was also forcing me to propose to a spoilt brat! We had only met once before, so I couldn't even remember her name.

I was leaning over the bars, watching the waves leap and dive around the mighty boat. The fall would probably kill me, but if it didn't, I would soon be consumed by the waves. That was all the encouragement I needed. As I climbed over the bars, a voice called out to me:

"Wait, you don't want to do that!"

I turned to see a man about my age, possibly older, watching me.

"Who are you to say what I wish or not wish to do?" I sneered back, wanting him to leave me and the sea be.

"Well, if you 'wished' to jump," he said, with a hint of mocking to add to smirk, "You would have done so already!" He was untying his shoes carefully, his eyes not leaving me for a second.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I got even more nervous as he started pulling his jacket off.

"Well, sweetie, if you jump someone's got to rescue you, and I'm the only person around."

I hissed at him, "Just leave me alone already!" He frowned and shook his head before looking over the barrier at the swirling mess that was my future grave.

"Must be freezing down there, a few degrees over at the most. You know, if the fall doesn't kill you, which is more than likely, the cold would hit you like a thousand knives ripping through your flesh." He started, seemingly calm while describing the horrors that awaited me. Maybe jumping wasn't the best idea...

"What? I mean, it'd only be cold, it would hurt that bad!" I questioned him, slightly nervous.

"As I said, a thousand knives. Painful way to go, if you don't choke on the water first," He looked at me with one eyebrow raised, "Which is also very painful."

I gulped, then started to climb back over the bars. He ran to me and grabbed my hand as I took one last look at the sea: I was very high up. I kept thinking that I was going to fall. A slight tug on my arm brought me back to reality.

"Come on, sweetie. I've got you, you're not going to fall." There was a smile plastered onto his face, but it was kinder than the smirk he wore earlier. I smiled back and started to climb over the barrier.

Suddenly, I was falling. As I screamed, I tried to let go of the kind stranger so to not pull him over as well, but his grip on my hand tightened considerably. Only then did I see a glimmer of fear in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with bravery. He started calling for help, which didn't seem to come. All this time I was screaming in terror. I really didn't want to die.

"Please, what's your name?" I managed to choke out, it was something I needed to know before I died.

"Gerard Arthur Way, but everyone calls me Gee. What's yours?"

"Frank Anthony Thomas Iero, Jr. Please, Gee, I don't want to die..."

He smiled sadly at me, then grabbed my arm with his free hand and started to pull me back over the bars. My feet finally touched the edge of the boat, so I grabbed the barrier to give Gerard a rest.

"You ready?" I nodded at him. He grabbed the top of my arms, which hurt a little.

"On the count of three; One, two, three, JUMP!" I jumped over the bars as he pulled me, and ended up knocking him onto his back. Only then did I get a proper look at him. He had shoulder length black hair and sparkling hazel eyes. His skin was pale as snow and stood out against the messy black eyeliner smudged around his eyes. He laughed softly,

"Frank, are you gonna get off me?" he asked, grinning cheesily. I felt my face heat up as I quickly scrambled off him. Shouts came from the side of us, and two sailors ran towards us, one of them my personal servant.

"Sir! Sir! Did he hurt you? I would think not, as you put up a mighty good fight there, Sir, I applaud you!" He blared out at us, not noticing the confused looks on both of our faces. Then the other officer pulled Gerard to his feet and quickly cuffed his hands in front of him.

"Young man, you are under arrest for attacking a gentleman of higher class than you." he barked.

"Wait, please! He didn't do anything, in fact he saved me!" I quickly stuttered.

"Saved you?"

"Yeah, I was... I was... trying to see the ducks! Then I slipped and he caught me!" Gerard's face fell and the sailor snorted.

"Sir, you won't see any ducks out here!" My servant laughed.

"Oh, that's why I didn't see any... Please, let Gee go, he did nothing wrong!" I've got to say, my acting skills were on point. I looked up and watched the sailor uncuff Gerards hands and pat him on the shoulder. With a final nod he left just the three of us.

"What's going on here?" A familiar voice sounded behind me. My father. As I spun around to challenge him, he pushed past me and grabbed Gerards collar and lifted him up. He stabbed his finger between his ribs, making Gerard squeal in pain.

"Leave him alone, father!" I yelled, fuming with anger. He completely ignored me and pressed Gerard against the wall. This is the first time he seemed truly afraid. Then he started crying.

"What did you to my son, scumbag? Answer me, you fool!" My father spat, punching him in his stomach, causing him to gag. Then the crying turned to bawling.

"Sir, Sir! Please, he has done no wrong. In fact, he saved your son from falling off the ship. The boy's a hero!" My servant started. He was good for some things, I guess.

"Yes, yes, I heard your little excuses, but tell me one thing: If he slipped so suddenly, then why is this scumbag's shoes and jacket already off?" With that, he dropped Gerard, who curled up on the floor. "I guess, it would only be polite, to invite you to dinner tomorrow. Be there." As he strolled away, shortly followed by my servant, I ran to Gerard.

"Gee, Gee! Oh God, Gee, did he hurt you?"

He looked up at me, tears staining his cheeks, "What do you think, genius?" He then slowly got up and walked away, leaving me, the sea and the stars alone.

It was a beautiful night.