The Suicide - Frerard

The day it all went too hell

(i'm sorry i keep skipping to each week, this is prom week) (they're is smut, beware)

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It was now Friday and Frank was nervous.

Prom is tomorrow.

Frank had never been to prom.

He didn't wanna embarrass himself.

Frank had decided to get a try and shave his face.

"Ow ow fuck me!" Frank had cut himself a little with his razor.

Frank began to think of prom with Gerard getting more excited than before.

He went to his bathroom to wash his face. He managed to put a bandage on the cut, it stung his face but ye didn't let it bother him.

"Oh Bob, Prom is tomorrow, what special lady will you be taking" Frank rolled his eyes hearing his mother downstairs.

"Well i'm taking Monica Johnson, she has a huge as-uh personality" Frank snickered hearing his stupid brother almost slip up.

"We are so proud of you son!" Frank's dad chirped.

Frank fell silent, he had never heard his father say those words to him.

Frank's anxiety began to rise.

"They are not making fun of you" Frank began to say feeling out of breath.

Frank began to walk downstairs slowly watching his family hug Bob, acting like he deserved it.

Frank's family looked towards and rolled their eyes.

"So Frank, I heard you're taking a faggot to Prom huh? Two faggots one Prom, god what has the world come to" Frank's father spoke.

"Fuck you fat ass" Frank went to the kitchen and grabbed some Cheezits, he walked back into the living room only to be smacked across the face by his father.

Dropping his plate of Cheezitz

"Don't you ever disrespect me like that you piece of shit!" Frank chuckled while wiping the blood off his lips.

"Do you what it's like everyday to live with people who just doesn't give a shit about you? To wake up everyday and want to kill yourself, no, I don't think i'm the piece of shit here, you assholes are" Frank was grabbed by his dad, pulling Frank's hair out, and getting slammed to the wall.

"Then kill yourself, we could care less, we are better of without you" Frank's dad spit on him, Bob snickered while his mom rubbed her husbands back as they all walked into the kitchen.

Frank felt the tears fall to the ground, where his smashed Cheezits laid to a crumble.

Frank ran upstairs slamming his door.

He went into his bathroom locking the door behind him while grabbing his razor off the countertop of the sink.

He sat on his toilet pulling his sleeve and going insane on his arm, enjoying the feeling it gave him.