All We Are Is Bullets// g.w. a.u. (✔)
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  • Reads 380
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 2m
Complete, First published Jul 29, 2016
:::completed✔: 10.27.16 - 8.23.17:::

:::BOOK ONE:::

"Do you trust me?"

She turned and looked at me again, confusion plastered her face. "Why?"

"Just answer. Yes or no?"

"Well, yeah."

I smiled, moving my black bangs away from my eyes. "Good."

"Why'd you ask?"

"Because I'm gonna help you. I know you're scared. I know you feel alone. In the three days I've known you, I could tell you needed someone. Well, I'm that someone. I'll take away everything that makes you depressed, everything that makes you feel scared, everything that makes you feel alone, I'll take it all away. All you have to do is one thing."

"What's that?" She asked, sitting up and wiping away her tears. I stood up and looked at her.

"Take my hand. Take my hand and you'll never be afraid again."
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22 parts Complete Mature

I felt like I was in a bad dream and couldn't wake up, everything was spinning. My chest hurt from how hard my heart was thumping. This necklace, how in the world did it get here? I didn't take it back here with me, I left it on Frank's grave in Jersey. I discreetly pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, but I didn't wake up. This was real life. "Oh! That's mine, the string must've broken loose." I heard a voice. I saw feet at first. Yellow converse shoes. Then I saw pants. Black jeans. Then I saw a jacket. A green camo military jacket, not real obviously. Then I saw tattooed hands holding a coffee cup. They were red, most likely freshly washed. Then I met eyes with the person before me. I dropped the necklace and gasped loudly, holding back a shocked scream. The person's face fell, eyes going wide. They took a step back and then a cautious one forward. "Gerard?" They whispered. "Frank..." TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicidal actions, mentions of alcoholism and drug abuse, mentions of sexual assault (rape), mentions of cheating, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH