The New Kid (Frerard Fanfic)

Franks Dead

That was the worst day of my life.

I loved my gramps more than, well more than Gerard.

I did nothing for my Birthday. I got a bit of money.

That was it. I didn't go out.

Dad had been drinking. Looks like a homeless person, Stubble, dirty clothes, always a beer in his hand.

It's been four days.

I haven't seen Gerard, Ray or Mikey.

I haven't been out. I didn't want to. I could barley get up to go for a piss.

I didn't want Gerard to see me like this. The amount of time we spent together.

The amount of time he spent trying to help me get off this stuff; and I just went back onto it.

I spent my birthday money on coke, heroin, weed e.c.t.

I would pump myself with drugs, nearly everyday.

I didn't know how to live without gramps.

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GERARD'S P.O.V

I haven't seen Frank since the 30th, that was four days ago.

He's starting to worry me.

I knew he loved his gramps, but never knew he loved him this much.

I decided to go visit him.

I knocked on his front door. No answer. I knocked again. No answer.

I slid my hand underneath the door mat until my hand touched the spare key, hidden under there in emergencies.

I put the key into the door and opened it.

I stepped inside. I turned my head into the lounge. Franks dad was passed out onto the sofa.

He'd been drinking. Well at least he's passed out and not drinking anymore.

I put the key onto the counter and walked up stairs.

I opened his bedroom door. I was excited as I haven't seen him. But I hid my emotion as I knew he would still be down.

He was on his bed. He looked like he was asleep.

I moved closer into his room, I shut the door behind me quietly.

I sat next to him.

He didn't move.

I nudged him.

Nothing.

Then I saw it.

The needle in his arm.

I shouted,

"Frank!"

I held him close tears running down my face.

I grabbed my phone. My hands shaking. The beeping of the buttons echoed through my head.

"Hello. Ambulance please. Yes, yes. Frank. Frank Iero. Gerard Way. I-I think he's dead."