25- Better Off Dead

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Gerard's POV

I could not fall asleep that night. Frank would occasionally wake up to kiss me and try to make me fall asleep, but I could not. I don't know why I couldn't but I just couldn't.

I went on my phone to look at my Tumblr page and deal with my insomnia, anxiety, and depression. I liked all of the aesthetic pages and the 'psychotic' stuff. I followed so many users and hardly had any followers. A/N I've never related to a fanfic more than I do right now.

Nothing I did would help me go to sleep. I was so tired, though. Really tired. I got a text message from Bert.

Bert: wow Frank must be pissed with ur slutty ass
Me: fuck you
Bert: im flattered but i fucked u like so many times bitch
Me: you're an adult and you're trying to have sex with a kid
Bert: ur the last person to complain stupid whore wanting a 40 yr old to fuck u while u were 5
Me: why would I being 5 want to have sex with a 40 year old?
Bert: bc ur u whore it's u we're talking about
Me: have you ever thought that maybe I just wanted to feel loved?
Bert: too bad cuz no one could love a slut like u and even if u weren't a whore no one would love u bc ur so ugly and stupid anyways go kys cunt
Bert: and btw Franks only with u bc ur a slut when he fucks u as many times as he wants he'll throw u out just like everyone else did

I didn't even respond to that. Maybe he's right. Maybe Frank doesn't really love me. Maybe I'm better off dead. If I was, would it finally be enough?

Bert: oh ur not responding of course not u lil bitch cuz u know what i said was tru i hate u go die

Frank woke up and looked at me. He took my phone and read the messages. He then gave me my phone back. "Gerard, I swear, if you-"

I shut him up by kissing him. "It's for the best."

"If you want me dead, Gerard, then do it. But if you love me and want me to live, then stay alive."

I really did love him. But I couldn't take it anymore. I'm going to give life one more shot, for Frank. Because he was the love of my life. Even if Bert said otherwise.

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