State Lines // Frank Iero

State Lines // Frank Iero

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"I drove past your mother's house just to see how it felt." Sawyer and Frank had the greatest high school love story that never was- the kind that was explosive, but exciting. When faced with the reality that high school was over and they wanted to take separate directions in life, Sawyer thought that love was just a big lie and did whatever she could do to move on. That is, until Frank came back to visit their home town for the first time, six years later. Both Frank and Sawyer thought that everything around them changed beyond recognition- until they found out that maybe there was just one familiar thing that lingered behind. State Lines© This story is fictional and does not reflect the real people depicted. FUTURE TRIGGER WARNINGS- Language, substance abuse, depression/talk of suicide, violence, domestic conflict/violence, possible child loss/miscarriage discussions
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"For god sakes help him! He's bleeding to death!..." My mother yells at the men surrounding me through tears as the paramedics grab my numb body, covered in blood, from my blood stained bedroom floor, to take me to God knows where. My name is Frank Iero, and I give up. First Mikey. Now Gee. I refuse to live in a world filled with your smudged finger prints, and boxes of memories, knowing you're no longer here. But that's not what this life planned for me, right Gerard? ...right?...

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