Try Not to Kill Yourself
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  • Reads 761
  • Votes 44
  • Parts 16
  • Time 1h 15m
Ongoing, First published Jan 28, 2018
Frank is a suicidal teen who has to be watched 24/7. His mother decides to take a break for a day, and he is watched by the neighbor's son, Gerard Way.
A/N: I started this story in 2018, when I was 12 years old. Now I'm revisiting it in 2021, the ripe age of 15. My writing is still really bad, but I'll try and revise this. I know my account's dead, but the feeling of finality I'll get from finally fucking finishing this is too much.
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Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)