Addicted to drugs and alcohol, Gerard is finding it hard to survive. After one attempt at taking his own life, Frank decides it's time to step in. [first fic. nostalgia everywhere]

"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."

Frank Iero has a serious case of depression but luckily he has the hand of Gerard Way. But can Gerard help Frank out of his pain? Or just increase it and let his own problems consume him...

Frank Iero, 17 years old, gets injuries randomly, out of the blue. He doesn't do them to himself and no one does them to him, that he knows of. He doesn't know why it happens, how it happens, and who or what is doing it to him. After a bad accident he's determined to find out what is happening, but is quite surprised by the source of his wounds.

"Gerard, what's going on? Gerard, please. Gerard, I need you. Gerard, stop this. I can't do this without you. What's happening? Please. Just listen to me." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: may be triggering for some individuals]