Threats Of Romance

Chapter TEN

Frank woke up in the morning, deciding that today would be his last day. The last day. He woke up, and fixed himself a cup of coffee. He watched TV for a bit. Then sat down in Gerard's study. And began writing. "So...this is it I guess. The dreaded suicide note. I wasn't gonna leave one but you know...it felt necessary. You were all good to me, don't blame yourself. Blame my weaknesses, they made me who I am. Keep being rad I guess, love Frnk xox" he wrote. Gerard behind him the entire time.

Gerard had slept on the floor that night. He woke up to see Frank. Perfect, he thought. He stood up and peered over his shoulder. He shook his head as he felt a wince, his eyes widening. He desperately shook Frank from behind. But yet again, Frank couldn't feel anything. Gerard shook his head once more, screaming at him. Again, with no success to his efforts. "FRANK! NO! PLEASE! YOU CAN'T! JUST..." He fell to his knees, sighing. It was helpless. Eventually he'd have to watch everyone he loved die.

Frank ran a bath. It was ice cold. Frank's face was void of emotion the entire time. He good into the bath fully clothed, putting red eyeshadow around his eyes and drawing his crosses. If he was gonna die he was gonna die pretty. His red tie floated and his white shirt quickly became see through, intractable tattoos lacing underneath it, he began slowly rolling up his sleeve, gripping a wilkinson sword razor blade in the other.

Gerard ran to him, trying to do anything he could to stop him. He was screaming at the top of his lungs begging him not to. "FRANK! STOP! NOW! PLE-ASE! I'M HERE! I'M HERE! I FUCKING HOPE YOU CAN HEAR ME! P-LEASE..." He begged. That's when Gee got a reaction he'd never anticipated.

Frank jolted and the razor cut his thumb. He winced out and dropped it in the bottom of the bathroom. He put the voice to him fucked up head. He twitched a little and started rolling the other sleeve, and he picked up the razor, gashing up the length of them. Not deep enough, but still deep. Frank winced, hoping it would do the job. He threw his head back against the lip of the bath and closed his eyes, sweating.

Gerard shook his head and he bit his lip, pacing and having a war with himself. What was he supposed to do?! He thought for what seemed like mere seconds. He didn't have long. What could he do? Frank couldn't hear him, he couldn't see him, Gerard couldn't touch him. That's when he got an idea. He quickly rushed out to the garden and grabbed a shovel. "Come ON! WHERE IS IT?" He panted, digging up piles of ground, only to find-... There it was. His blood stained corpse. The same chest wounds.

He lay down in the place of the body, his body. That's when he could feel! He could touch! He ran into the house and upstairs, pushing open the door and breaking the door down, as it was locked before. "DON'T FUCKING DARE!" He breathed.

Frank jolted, and looked at him. He blinked for a few seconds. "Not you again...I told you to get out my head.." He whined, rubbing his temples as thick Crimson dripped off his elbows and quickly turned the water bright red. He still thought gee was just his head.

Gerard was beyond angry now. He quickly gripped him by his throat and pulled him out of the bathtub, shoving him on the floor, his heart pounding. "THAT REAL ENOUGH FOR YOU?!" He said, panting even more. He'd been that close, to losing the most precious thing he had. He never realised it before...