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The Only Hope

Gerard's POV

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But does anyone notice,
But does anyone care,
  I sat on my bed, singing. I missed Frank. Frank Iero, my beautiful boyfriend. The one person in earth who I had chemistry with. A chemical romance. Our chemical romance. But he was gone. Dead. I would never see him again; never wake up to him kissing my nose; never have him to hold when I was crying, on the edge of ending it all. Never again.

  He'd been killed - probably. He'd gone missing one day, to never return. And I'd been getting texts from people - photos of Frank, first him alive, then unconscious, then dying, then on the verge of death, but still just about alive. Then they stopped.

But that didn't matter. Frank was gone, my parents hated me, my brother considered me a lost cause.
I decided to end it all.

I scrawled out a quick note, to say goodbye, then grabbed two things: a bottle of pills, and a razor. I was halfway through the pills when my phone rang. I left it. I had 10 left when it rang again. I still left it. I'd split both wrists when I heard a muffled voice say "Gerard?"

  Frank's voice.

I put that down to my drug and blood-loss induced haze. Then I blacked out.

Three weeks later, I woke up in hospital. Everything came rushing back to me. Worst of all, I was still alive.

The door to my room opened, and in walked three people; two doctors, and a short, black haired, tattooed man. Was it? No. It couldn't be.

"Geebear?"

Only one person had ever called me that. Frank.

"Gee! It's me! Frank!... You remember me, don't you? Please say you remember me. SAY SOMETHING!"

"Frankie?"

I felt a pair of arms slither round my neck "Gee! You remember me!"

"I thought you were dead..." I mumbled.

"I nearly was, but, unfortunately for you, I'm not!" he paused. "Was that why you... Y'know..." He trailed off.

"Yes, it was. You are the only hope for me, Frankie. The only hope."