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A splitting of the mind. «Frerard» (Adaptación Español) by -mychemicalidea
A splitting of the mind. «Frerard» (Adaptación Español)
-mychemicalidea
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Gerard Way ve al mundo de una manera diferente. Sólo, y metido en una institución, Gerard asegura que está siendo perseguido, y que su mente retiene la llave de la existencia. ¿Realmente Gerard posee un poderoso secreto? ¿O simplemente está enfermo como los demás en la institución? IMPORTANTE. Yo NO escribi la novela. Solo la traduzco porque está en ingles. Antes de que pregunten, SI tengo el permiso de Joelle. ANTES DE COMENZAR. Quiero aclararles que Gerard, está en una "institución mental" o un psiquiátrico, como le digan, así que van a ver que él relata de una forma distinta. Mas raro. Pero si, es muy interesante.
Disgusting (Frerard) by sacrebIeu
Disgusting (Frerard)
sacrebIeu
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"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."
November 1st (Frerard) by babyspiders
November 1st (Frerard)
babyspiders
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It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.