Have you ever really been trapped?
We may say that we're trapped in school, home, or work, but there is usually a way out. It's the first thing that they teach you. 'You can always find a way out. Whether by running, hiding, escaping....'
But no.
In the camps of St. Helena during the war, there was no way out.
Only fear, only suffering. Pain and heartache was all that people knew. Love and happiness was not available to anyone, and if it was...it was in short supply.
Love didn't last for long. When the troops invaded, they made sure of that. Lovers were gutted to death, killed and torn away from each other for the world to see.
Falling in love was shameful. You dare feel feelings for someone else? Despicable.
We take living for granted. We act as if it's a never ending cycle that we go through, when in reality, there's only one chance, one opportunity. And YOU have to decide to take the leap of faith or not.
Then I know how fine it is to live.....
(Hi! So this is most likely going to be a short story, kind of told through poem-like drafts. It won't be too long of a read.
Trigger warnings: abuse, 100%. Along with mentions of rape, most likely.
I hope you enjoy.)
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Birdsong (Frerard) {UNFINISHED}
FanfictionWho knows the world? You don't, I don't, and neither does Frank Iero. He stays in his nest, never leaves, and doesn't know all the things that he should. And he plans to keep it that way. But Gerard Way exists. And because of that, Frank's nest is b...
