Toxic- frerard

Twenty Five

Andy Biersacks death wouldn't affect many people.

He was a relatively unknown person. He had no family after his mother and father's death, and no friends other than Frank and Pete. They were the only people that knew him.

Or so they thought.

See the truth is, Andy Biersack was a pretty closed off guy. He wouldn't tell you how he was feeling. He wouldn't tell you that he was upset over the death of his dog or the last episode of friends. He chose to bottle everything up and deal with everything behind closed doors.

Sometimes it was obvious that something was wrong with Andy but that was only to his closest friends. His usual tough persona was hardened even further and he became even more argumentative than he was originally.

Frank admired Andy's independence. He told his friend that if he needed anything, Andy could talk to him. But he'd just brush his boss off. He'd insist it was nothing he couldn't deal with alone.

Andy Biersack would never let anyone see him cry. He wanted to come across as some untouchable, feared man that most people would avoid like the plague.

He had this solid front that he made sure never faltered. Nobody knew that Andy had a heart of gold that was filled to the brim with love for his friends.

And as much as he wanted to be this infamous super villain he'd concocted in his mind, Andy Biersack was now a hero.

Frank Iero refused to cry the morning of his friends funeral because he knew if Andy was here he'd punch him in the arm and tell him to, "snort a line and stop being a pansy".

He stood in his lengthy mirror, evaluating his outfit. He decided on an all black suit that made his blood red tie stand out. His hair was messy and his face was tired. He hadn't slept at all the last night, far too heart broken to close his eyes.

He hadn't spoken since they got home, not even to Gerard. He was literally speechless. No words could ever possibly describe how he was feeling. He would maybe compare it to some nagging weight that was attached to his heart, pulling it down into his stomach.

He felt sick. Physically ill. He'd seen dead body after dead body, but never ones of the people he really cared for.

It wasn't even just the look of Andy's body. Frank had to carry it alongside Pete. He had to hold Andy, who was now just a dead weight, back to the car once the coast was clear to leave Bert's home.

A couple of months ago, Frank Iero never had any regrets. He just lived the life he wanted to live with absolutely no thought to anyone else. There was no need to have regrets because anything that fucked up in his life, money could fix it.

But now, he regretted ever letting Gerard out of his sight. He regretted not listening to Andy and his pleads to plan properly. He regretted firing his best friend. And as much as he loves Gerard Way, he regrets ever letting that love come between his friendships.

The old Frank would be furious now. He'd go on some sort of killing spree in order to avenge Andy but the tattooed man didn't have it in him.

He didn't know how people carried on after loved ones died. He didn't get how the Earth could just continue to spin and people could just carry on with their lives when the world had lost such an amazing soul.

He took one last glance at himself in the mirror and realised he wasn't the man he used to be. He'd came leaps and bounds and changed more than anyone could ever imagine.

He wasn't the selfish guy that had no regard for any life other than his own. He cared. He cared an overwhelmingly amount for the people close to him and he honestly wish he didn't because it fucking hurt.