[This is the sequel to Tell Me I'm A Bad Man, it's not a necessity to read that first, but you probably should] Frank was under the impression that as soon as he'd graduated and moved to New York with Gerard, everything would be, well, perfect. Though he wasn't completely naïve - he knew that the presence of Gerard's apparently suicidal ex-boyfriend was going to make things difficult, but he didn't know that his intense distrust of the man would start to break down the relationship he'd tried so hard to keep. And then lies upon lies upon lies from everybody start to build, until nobody's sure of the truth anymore. Six months isn't long, but it's enough. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sexual content, may be triggering for some individuals]

After a failed suicide attempt, Frank Iero is placed into an induced coma to prevent any further self harm. While he's asleep, he's visited by what he believes is an angel who sings to him. When Frank finally awakens, it becomes his obsession to find who the voice belongs to. [[Trigger Warning! Suicide-- do not take this warning lightly. Suicide is a main theme. Pretty explicit self-harm, child abuse, underage drinking, reckless behavior, and depression. If you notice anything else that needs tagged, please let me know!]]

Just messages between Frank and Gerard that they never managed to send.

Very depressed and on the edge of committing suicide, Frank is surprised he even manages to meet two people who don't judge him at all. Will he get better? Or will he still suffer from the pain and finally do what he has wanted to do for a very long time? It's only matter of minutes... But, don't waste your time. (Frerard story. If you don't ship Frerard or you think this may be very unsatisfying... Get the fuck out.) (You may read if you don't ship Frerard, but have interest in the stories' plot. But, I don't want to hear any shit. I don't have a life. That is exactly why I write Frerard stories.)

"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."