Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

[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]

insônia in.sô.nia sf (lat insomnia) 1 Falta de sono. 2 Dificuldade de dormir; vigília; anipnia. A ironia da vida, alguns vivem sem ela e outros a tem porém estão mortos. Era uma tragicomedia viver, uma ópera que ninguém gosta e todos assistem. Um viúvo de apenas 24 anos havia enfrentado a perda, entrando no estado de alcoolismo sem nunca ter a aceitação. Ele tinha muitas perguntas, perguntaria se Deus existe, perguntaria ao próprio Deus o porquê do câncer ou da morte. Porém, sua principal pergunta era silenciosa e geral: você acredita em fantasmas?