The old Gerard was long gone. But the worst part was I still loved him, despite the scars.

teacher gerard / student frank frerard fic

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.

Frank and Gerard have been through a lot. It's not until they meet when everything goes downhill. Nothing seems to be going right. At least they're just as messed up as each other. A Frerard and a bit of Rikey fanfic.

Description: Frank goes to babysit Mikey one night. What he doesnt realise is that Mikey has a brother too. A hot older one at that... Frerard

"I hate butterflies." Frank said, much to Gerard's shock, "I hate them for being pretty. I hate them for being easy to catch. And having pins stuck through their bodies and being turned into specimens is what I hate most." Frank said simply, almost loving how intelligent he sounded way more than he should have, but he didn't mind. Gerard seemed to love it too, putting the butterfly back down and pointing all of his attention back to Frank. "You're a very interesting person, Frank." He said, crossing his arms over his chest again. "But surely," He continued, straightening up a little, "None of these things are the butterfly's fault."

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!]]