Warning!!
this chapter is extremely graphic, if your sensitive too suicidal topics DO NOT READ!!
(if you wanna be really sad, listen to the song while reading the hole chapter, you might cry)
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So all that shit just happened, okay, Frank walked from the funeral, it took him about an hour to get home.
Frank couldn't believe it, it was all over. Gerard was gone.
He was now six feet under the dirt.
It soon hit Frank hard how he would never see Gerard ever again, or even feel his fingertips, or taste his sweet slimy lips again. Or just hear him say I love you.
It broke him.
He felt nothing, no feeling, no emotion, nothing ran through his mind
It seemed as the though he used the feeling of sadness to much and it just broke, and he lost himself.
He came home with nothing to do, no happiness, no sadness, just emptiness.
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A few hours later he was crying still, his head was in pain but it didn't faze him at all.
He didn't even notice the tears that streaked down his face. He couldn't breath, for a few hours, he felt, nothing.
The emptiness in his face said it all.
It was really late in the morning and he hasn't slept.
Why would he, he's about to die anyways right.
In Frank's head, it would always be his fault Gerard died.
Frank got up from his bed slowly, like a zombie, walking too his bathroom, closer to his death. He walked into his bathroom and locked it, he headed for the shower and turned the nub, turning on the water.
He went back into his room and grabbed his razor blade.
He couldn't take it anymore, the guilt, the emptiness, he couldn't function anymore.
He left the water too run, not caring about the water bill.
The water falling too the floor.
Frank left his cute ninja turtle pajamas on.
He stepped into the water, the tears running down his face.
Frank put the razor next too his vain, looking down slowly, the only thing that ran through his mind was Gerard, Frank embarked slitting his wrist with one quick strike, almost yelling at the pain, he was back into reality.
The only emotion he felt was pain, something he was almost used too.
The blood didn't stop gushing out of him, like a red water fall.
He took the blade too his other wrist slitting it not as hard because of the damage of his other wrist.
He dropped the razor breathing heavily, his vision getting blurry.
His eyes closed, his smile creeping in, knowing the pain will be over forever.
He would be with Gerard, that's all that mattered too him at all.
Right there his life slipped away.
Frank breathing his last breath.
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Frank's brother woke up heading too the bathroom, seeing the huge thing of water on the floor, sliding from the line under the Frank's bedroom door.
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The Suicide - Frerard
Roman d'amourFrank Iero was a boy who was alone, sure he had a family, but they never cared about him. All they cared about was his brother, Frank felt alone in the world, no one was there for him, until Gerard Way entered his life and changed everything, little...
