Born To Lose (Frerard)

Chapter 11:Somebody Get Me Through This Nightmare

-Chapter Tittle Credits:Animal I Have Become By Three Days Grace-

Hey guys! Chemi here, 8 years later, to apologize for the lack of trigger warnings. When I wrote this I was a teen who didn't know better and I never really thought this story would blow up how it did! So even though I'm VERY late- This chapter opens with a rape scene. I've added this +++++++ to show when it's over for anyone who would like to skip it altogether 

ALSO- I know Gerard's Grandmas name isn't Helena lollll. I knew that when I wrote this way back when, I just wasn't really comfortable using her real name just because...idk the nature of this story can be dark at moments and I don't want to disrespect the memory of his real grandmother if that makes sense! Thanks for reading all this! Enjoy and stay safe frens <3

Frank could feel the hands the hands clutching onto his hips,digging their fingernails into his skin making even more tears flood his face.

He felt like he was going to drown in all his salty tears as the pain struck again causing him to cry out and claw at the wall.

"Dad please stop,"He choked out not daring to look back at his father,knowing it would make things worse.

"SHUT UP."Another slam of pain and another cry from the young defenseless boy.

Frank forced his loud wailing to become small broken sobs as he stared at the wall before him with a dull blurry vision.

He tried to focus on all the scratch marks permanently damaging the light blue paint.

Some were newer marks,some 3 years old.

+++++++++++++++++++++

BANG,BANG,BANG

Frank bolted upright with a small cry.

He blinked rapidly looking around panicked.

Gerard shivered, wrapping his arms around himself in a attempt to keep warm. His hazel eyes drifted up to the grey sky.

The sky wasn't the only grey colored thing around- The whole world had turned grey and cold actually. As if all the color and happiness had been drained from the earth itself.

He let out a small unsteady breath and watched as it came out in icy smoke.

Spinning in a circle he observed his surroundings.

He was in his beloved cemetery.

So cold.

Slowly he shuffled through the snow blanketing the ground, the same path he always took. He could walk it with his eyes shut. It was just up ahead.

The snow crunched under his feet as he approached his grandmothers final resting place.

But something was wrong. Different.

Gerard was stunned when he reached her grave only to find the headstone was completely blank. No name. No dates. Blank stone.

Before he could inspect further, a hand was delicately placed on his shoulder.

He jumped, spinning with a small startled yelp.

His heart turned to ice before shattering.

Helena smiled at him lovingly.

"G-Grandma?"Gerard whispered.

She smiled wider and placed a hand on his cheek.

So cold.