After Gerard died on November 15, 2008; 11:10 P.M, Frank stayed in Jersey for a couple of months to be there for Mikey, but after a while every little thing reminded him of Gerard, every student he saw, even his guitar. Frank wondered the first 3 years, how he would go on like nothing happened? By that time he moved out of Belleville and into the New York country side far away from Modern Art. He lived alone before meeting his old high school girlfriend, Jamie. Jamie moved in with Frank after they dated for a few months. Frank considered marrige, but knew deep down that he didn't love her, like he'd loved Gerard. It just wasn't the same.

*July 12, 2012* Frank is 30. The first year of Gerards death, Frank had turned immediatly to booze. At first he'd deemed himself useless, but by the 2nd year he'd deemed self a piece of shit usless and torn. He moved and started new or tried to. By 2013, he's just as bad but slightly better, like a centimeter. **

I sat on my couch, writhing in my own self loathing. When Jamie left his morning I called over John, my new "bestfriend", he'd been my drug deeler 2 years earlier. But I quit for my own sanity. I called him over so he could change the locks on the doors of my house. I grew tired of Jamie. She was so...boring.

I watched the front door nob move but not open. She growled and tried different keys. I had gotten John to help pack up her shit all around the house and into the bedroom upstairs. I stood from my place on the couch and hop skipped up the stairs, listening to Mathew wail. Oh, I was blaring Avenged Sevenfold through out the house. She was a hard core Catholic, and she hated when I listened to bands like them. Now, I didn't give a shit, and yelled the lyrics loudly, my voice rang through out the house. I ripped the pictures of us off the walls leading up along the stair case. I laughed as I did this.

I reached up stairs, and walked casually into my room. I opened the window that loomed over the front yard. One thing about this room was... that we'd never had sex. Not once, every. She had never been very sex appealing, so faking my sexuality just really isn't my forte. I picked up a box of stuff and pushed it out the window. She screamed as the box hurtled down towards her.

"You crazy, bastard!" She yelled up at me. I laughed, and pushed box after box out.

"Bye bitch! Suck my gay ass dick! Never loved you, by the way. Have a nice life in Hell!" I yelled out the open window laughing evily as I shut it. I could hear her screaming at me, sayig I was a fag and was gonna burn in hell. I laughed at her, did she really think I have a shit? I lay down on my bed and took a nice long nap.