That was the worst day of my life.
I loved my gramps more than, well more than Gerard.
I did nothing for my Birthday. I got a bit of money.
That was it. I didn't go out.
Dad had been drinking. Looks like a homeless person, Stubble, dirty clothes, always a beer in his hand.
It's been four days.
I haven't seen Gerard, Ray or Mikey.
I haven't been out. I didn't want to. I could barley get up to go for a piss.
I didn't want Gerard to see me like this. The amount of time we spent together.
The amount of time he spent trying to help me get off this stuff; and I just went back onto it.
I spent my birthday money on coke, heroin, weed e.c.t.
I would pump myself with drugs, nearly everyday.
I didn't know how to live without gramps.
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GERARD'S P.O.V
I haven't seen Frank since the 30th, that was four days ago.
He's starting to worry me.
I knew he loved his gramps, but never knew he loved him this much.
I decided to go visit him.
I knocked on his front door. No answer. I knocked again. No answer.
I slid my hand underneath the door mat until my hand touched the spare key, hidden under there in emergencies.
I put the key into the door and opened it.
I stepped inside. I turned my head into the lounge. Franks dad was passed out onto the sofa.
He'd been drinking. Well at least he's passed out and not drinking anymore.
I put the key onto the counter and walked up stairs.
I opened his bedroom door. I was excited as I haven't seen him. But I hid my emotion as I knew he would still be down.
He was on his bed. He looked like he was asleep.
I moved closer into his room, I shut the door behind me quietly.
I sat next to him.
He didn't move.
I nudged him.
Nothing.
Then I saw it.
The needle in his arm.
I shouted,
"Frank!"
I held him close tears running down my face.
I grabbed my phone. My hands shaking. The beeping of the buttons echoed through my head.
"Hello. Ambulance please. Yes, yes. Frank. Frank Iero. Gerard Way. I-I think he's dead."