Headfirst For Halos

Headfirst For Halos

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"The red ones make me fly, and the blue ones help me fall." It all started with a bottle of pills; a bottle of pills to help forget all of the hurt and pain. Was it too much to ask? He just wanted to fly; fly far away from this eternal black pit of depression. He wanted to fly away from the people who cared about him; the people who would grieve his loss if he died by his own hand. But more than anything, he wanted to fly away from Frank Iero. !!! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED !!! I do not own any of the members of My Chemical Romance. All I own is the storyline. Caution: Drug usage, abuse, violence, suicidal thoughts, self mutilation, and rape.
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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)

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