I sigh, running my hand through my greasy hair as I lie there, tangled in the ripped and dirtied covers I had no energy to clean.
I couldn't sleep.
Sleep was like heaven for me. It was like death without dying. Without the consequences, although I had nothing to live for.
Too many thoughts raced my mind. I wanted to die. My wrists itched, begging.
Frank ran through my mind, though I would never have the courage to call him, I take out my phone, which had barley any data left on it, I wasn't able to afford it, and look at Frank's number.
Punched in right above the numbers was the contact name "Frankie x".
I hesitated before pressing 'call'.
Pressing the phone up to my ear, it rings a few times, before I hear a small "Hello?"
I gulp, starring at the ceiling of my bedroom,
"Hey Frank, it's Gerard."
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To The End - Frerard
FanfictionImagine what it would be like for young Gerard Way to have a loved one. A savour. Hey, a boy can dream right? //TW// - !graphic imagery/scenes of s*icide / s*lf-harm, slurs, swearing, abuse, violence!
