The Story of Frerard

(Gerard's POV): Suddenly I heard Frank yelling, "Gerard, help!" Puzzled, I ran downstairs into the living room, and saw MIkey snogging Frankie, MY Frankie! Anger rose above me- my own brother, kissing my boyfriend. I pulled Mikey off him, "Get off my Frankie!" I looked at Frank furiously, "Frank what happened, I thought you loved me!" Frank looked at me, "It was Mikey." I saw tears start to build up in his eyes. "He went to kiss, and I tried to stop him, but..." Frank began to cry, "I love you Gee, not Mikey. Please believe me." I tried to believe that I was the one he loved, not my brother, but I was just really upset, "I don't believe you. I think you decided to kiss Mikey, because you loved him and not caring about how I'd feel. And if that's how you do feel, then we're through!" I didn't look at Frank again. I ran upstairs to my bedroom, locked the door behind me, and cried and cried until I finally drowned in my own tears. I hated Frank, and I hated myself for ever loving him. That night, I stayed in my room. Later on, Mikey knocked on my bedroom door, "Gerard, you okay?" "Go away!" I felt so depressed, so I found something sharp in my draw and began slitting my arms. It didn't get rid of the pain though. I ended up wearing a bandage, as I cut myself several times. I decided that my life had to end- that was the only way to stop me from suffering. That night, I wrote a letter to Mikey telling him everything, and left it on my pillow for him to find the next day. I was planning to jump off a cliff- I wanted to commit suicide, and nothing was going to stop me.

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