The Light Behind Your Eyes

One

It was our two year anniversary. Two years since he had asked me to be his boyfriend at the senior prom. Today I had a special surprise for him. Our band was on the way to our last show of the tour. I was going to propose to him. I, Gerard Way, was going to ask the one and only Frank Iero to be my husband. Nervous was an understatement. I was petrified. All I could think about on the bus ride was that he was going to say no. I lost my train of thought when I heard a very loud crash and glass shattering coming from the other trailer. Frank and I were in one trailer, and Mikey, his boyfriend Ray, and Bob were on another. Frank and I immediately yelled at the driver to stop and we ran out of the trailer. What I saw I will never unsee. A giant 18-wheeler had crashed into the others' trailer. Then Ray stumbled out, covered in blood, holding Mikey bridal style and Bob over his shoulder. He laid them down and I rushed over to help. I went over to Mikey and felt for a pulse. I couldn't feel anything. I checked if he was breathing, and he wasn't. I yelled at Frank to call 911 and he ran back into the trailer. I just held my little brother close, not knowing CPR. I heard Ray yell out in anger and most likely pain as well.
"Come on Mikey, you'll be okay. It's gonna be alright. Stay with me," I whispered in his ear, although I didn't believe what was coming out of my own mouth.
I hear him gasp for air and I sit him up as he started coughing out blood. He then threw up, and only then did I see the blood dripping from his shirt. I ran over and lifted it up and what I saw will scar me forever. He had a giant gash going from his right shoulder to his left hip. It was so deep I could see his rib bones. I looked over at Ray and he was crying with Bob's lifeless body in his arms. They were like brothers.
I hope they'll be okay, I thought to myself. Just then I heard sirens that were getting louder. Mikey had not stopped coughing up blood.
"I-I... Gee... h-help m-me p-please,"
He managed to choke out in between coughs.
"It's gonna be okay, Mikes. You're gonna be okay and I love you."
I could barely speak now, I was trying not to make it apparent that I was bawling. I guess Frank hadn't really seen the accident as I had told him to go call 911, but I knew he had when I heard a bloodcurdling scream from him. He immediately ran over to Mikey, they loved each other so much(platonically), it's almost like they were brothers. Mikey crawled over as best as he could to Frank and I and finally the paramedics had arrived. They took a now unconscious Ray in one ambulance, since he was basically a giant, and Bob and Mikey in another, as they were both sort of small. I held Frank close as they were taken away, and we just sobbed into each other for the longest time. It was dark when we finally went inside. Apparently Frank had already cancelled the show, so we both just hopped into the shower together, not caring that we had never seen each other naked before. All sorrow aside, Frank had a beautiful body, even if it had scars littered across it. He used to self harm, but I was glad that he had stopped some time ago. We got in and he immediately jumped up, wrapped his legs around me, and kissed me. I started kissing back, more passionately than I ever had before.

*Insert smut here, I'm not about to write any*

•Frank's POV•

It wasn't until the morning when reality had set in. Gerard had been awake longer than me and the smell of pancakes told me he was making breakfast. I looked back at what had happened and I soon found tears brimming my eyes. I didn't stop the little waterfalls flowing down my cheeks as I sat there with my head in my hands, just shaking and sobbing.

•Gerard's POV•

I heard Frank upstairs, I assumed he had just woken up. I didn't hear him come down the stairs, though, so I finished up the last pancake and just listened for when he came down the stairs. I waited for a while, but to no avail. I then heard heavy breathing and a muffled cry. I went upstairs and opened the door to the small bedroom(we were still in the trailer, but we had to go home today). I saw Frank, shaking and sobbing, with his head in his hands. I went and sat next to him and put my arm around him. He leaned into my touch and soon we were snuggling on the bed. After a while I remembered I had made pancakes.
"Frankie, breakfast is gonna get cold."
"You made breakfast?"
"Yeah, and it's gonna get cold."
We got up, went to the kitchen and ate. I tried not to let Frank know how upset I was over Mikey, Ray, and Bob. I knew he was broken enough beforehand, with his anxiety and depression, but I could tell this was going to send him further into it. He didn't know this, but the only reason I know this is because of experience. My grandma Elena (or Helen, as everyone called her), was my caretaker until I was 17. She was my mom, seeing as both my parents had died in a car crash when I was a few weeks old. I never kept anything from her, and when I tried, I failed. I was a horrible liar, and Grandma Elena could sniff out the smallest fib. She apparently kept some things from me, like the fact that she had cancer. She had died from it, and I remember falling into a deep depression. It was just numbness and sadness for a while, but then the suicidal thoughts kicked in. Then, I started cutting. My arms were covered in them. My thighs were littered with scars, and even my sides had some. I was pretty good at hiding them, and I'm sure in the euphoria of last night's events (wink wink) Frank didn't notice them. I did pay attention to Frank, though. And from what I could see, he hadn't started self-harming again. I hoped that it would stay that way.
Frank had noticed how quiet I was being.
"Geebear, are you okay, you seem awfully quiet."
"Yeah, I-I'm Okay.."
I was still a terrible liar.
"Gee, you're a really bad liar. What's wrong?
"N-nothing. I'm okay."
"Gerard. You. Are. A. Bad. Liar."
"It's just- last night. It was so stressful, and gut-wrenching, and I'm just scared."
I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek. I didn't even attempt to stop it.
Frank got up and gave me a hug. He is a really good hugger. We finished up our breakfast and something seemed to be bothering Frank, too. Most likely yesterday, but I wanted him to be okay.
"Alright. I spilled, now you tell me what's wrong."
"Basically the same thing you said. I'm just worried about my best friends. By the way, have you heard from the hospital?"
"Sorry Frankie. I haven't."
And as if on cue, my phone rang.
"Speak of the devil."

Sorta cliffhanger I guess? Idk. I apologize if you cried while reading this, I know I did writing it. Let me know what you think! Should I continue with this story?

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