Heaven and Hell Start With the Same Letter (Frerard AU)

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It was written in blue, and it was slightly smudged and wrinkled. I smooth it out against my leg. I grab the chain I was wearing around my neck, and open the little locket. I smile gently at the fading picture of Tom and me, arms around each other's shoulder. I close it and return my gaze back to the letter. I hadn't looked at for years. I felt tears welling in my eyes as they scan over the words written down by shaking hands.

"Frank Iero?", the nurse says.

My head snaps up, "Yes?"

She smiles and points down the hall, "This way to your room."

I sigh, and pick up my duffle bug that was on the ground. I jog over to the nurse, and we soon start our walk down the long, tiled hall.

I look up at the ceiling and see fake pictures of tress and animals, and clouds. It's probably supposed to help us "calm down".

"You're sharing a room with Gerard. He's a great kid, but a little hard to talk to. Just give him time, and he'll warm up to you.", she says, stopping in front of a wooden door.

We quietly step inside because it was currently three in the morning, and Gerard was asleep. The nurse pats my shoulder and then shuts the door, leaving me in the dark. I walk over to the empty bed and the table next it that had a small lamp on it, switching it on quietly. Gerard shuffles a little, but not much.

I set my bag down and take off my jacket, setting it down on top of the duffel bag. I'll put away everything later, I'm too tired right now. I lift up the blanket and slowly crawl inside.
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-If you listened to me, you wouldn't be here right now. You should have followed in the footsteps of your brother. Then you would finally be able to see him again.
wanted you dead. It's your fault he's dead too. Look at what you've done.-

"Please, it wasn't my fault! I didn't know! I didn't know!", I scream, trying to get the voices to leave.

I feel hands on my shoulders. Please! Please! I'm sorry. I should've done something! Just leave me alone!

"Frank! Frank.", I hear a nurse shouting, but it's muffled, and I can't tell where it's coming from.

-You stupid worthless trash. Listen to me, she's not here to help you. Hit her, push her away! Or else they'll hurt you!-

I thrash out, doing anything I can to prevent the voices to come any closer to me. I punch and kick, swinging at nothing, and then something. Someone's hands are on tightly around my shoulder. I try to shake it off, but it's so strong.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. Listen to me, listen to my voice.", comes softly.
His hand goes through my hair, and I try pushing it away, but it's soothing, so I stop.

-No! Don't listen to him, he's going to -

"It's ok. It's not real, I am.", comes again, but it's not the voices anymore.

Everything starts coming into focus again. I cling on to reality, or in this case, a boy. He smiles gently at me, and stands up, pulling me up with him.

My hands are shaking, and so is the rest of my body. I look around and see three nurses, one girl, and two guys. They're all staring at me like I'm crazy. Well, I guess I am crazy. But it's more like they're surprised.

"H-how did you do that Gerard? I can't believe you calmed down a schizo.", one of the guys say.

I feel a little stab in my heart. I hate that word, "schizo". It's as if the only defining characteristic about me is this disorder, like I'm literally nothing but this 'thing', not even a human being who has a name.