"Call my friends
and tell them that I love them
And I'll miss them
But I'm not sorry
Call my friends
and tell them that I love them
And I'll miss them"
(Trigger Warnings!)
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When I woke up, I coughed terribly and on a hospital bed. I put a hand over my stomach and I felt patches on it. Someone must've treated my wounds. I tried to move my hands more, but I was chained to the bed. I gasped and struggled, kicking out in vain as I whimpered.
"It's okay, you're safe now."
"Where am I?!" I cries out, feeling the tears welling up now.
"You're at a hospital, Gerard. You're safe now. It's okay here with us."
"WHERE'S FRANK!?" I sobbed loudly thrashing on the hospital bed.
"Don't worry about it," I felt their hand on my flushed cheek. I flinched away from the touch. "He won't hurt you now."
"Tell me what the fuck happened!" I gasped and struggled. I felt like my heart was about to burst from my chest. My breathing became more shallow as I panicked.
"Please calm down-"
"NO!" I felt my tears streaming down my face, "Tell me what the fuck is going on! I have the right to know what happened to me and my husband!" I glared up at them.
"Gerard..." They took on a more sympathetic tone, "Frank killed himself."
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I'm sorry.
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Desolation Row (Frerard)
Fanfiction(This is not a happy story) Gerard and Frank Iero, the famous homicidal couple. They killed 12 teenagers and 16 adults before being apprehended, but most detectives believe they murdered even more. Follow their story, for there was more to them than...
