What wouldn't I do for you?
Break Even
Frank [P.O.V.]
He looked so frail. I won't touch him, I can't bare it. What if he broke from my fingers rubbing against his smooth skin? I wish I could see those eyes of his. They gleam not like Gerard's but like that of a softly polished metal. I can't get the images out of my head. Walking into his room just to ask if he wanted a sandwich or something. Nothing major, nothing I don't do often. This was different though. His eyes still open but distant. His body was limp in my arms. His shirt rolled up but that didn't stop the blood from reach the sleeves. Pooling on the carpet, around his body, around him... not in him where it should have been. The weapon of choice lay on the ground in a puddle of thick red liquid. I can't even deny that I was about to piss myself. Hell I'm pretty sure I did. I looked at his lifeless form hoping for him to laugh at me for being so ridiculous, it was only fake blood from Halloween, but he didn't because it wasn't. It was his. His that had leaked out from his body threw his slit wrist. I just imagine how alone he must feel to want to take his own life, how terrifying life could be to him. His innocence taken to early or he was broken by some external force that can't be tamed by him or maybe anyone. How did he deal with this darkness that was slowly consuming him? Was it some inner strength or maybe just good coping, until now of course. What if he wasn't ever the same, not the Mikey we had know and loved, could we love his so? Can love really conquer anything? Gerard has tears in his eyes. I can't make him smile. What if he never smiles ever again? I couldn't live with myself, but I would never blame Mikey. Never a day in my life would I blame the fragile future brother in law for his brothers inability to experience happiness. I would blame their emotionally and physically abusive parents though. They wrecked the two. Gerard handled it well and coped surprisingly great for what he experienced while Mikey crumbled to bits. I love them so much it would kill me to meet the people who made them this way. Soon I will...
He looked so frail. I won't touch him, I can't bare it. What if he broke from my fingers rubbing against his smooth skin? I wish I could see those eyes of his. They gleam not like Gerard's but like that of a softly polished metal. I can't get the images out of my head. Walking into his room just to ask if he wanted a sandwich or something. Nothing major, nothing I don't do often. This was different though. His eyes still open but distant. His body was limp in my arms. His shirt rolled up but that didn't stop the blood from reach the sleeves. Pooling on the carpet, around his body, around him... not in him where it should have been. The weapon of choice lay on the ground in a puddle of thick red liquid. I can't even deny that I was about to piss myself. Hell I'm pretty sure I did. I looked at his lifeless form hoping for him to laugh at me for being so ridiculous, it was only fake blood from Halloween, but he didn't because it wasn't. It was his. His that had leaked out from his body threw his slit wrist. I just imagine how alone he must feel to want to take his own life, how terrifying life could be to him. His innocence taken to early or he was broken by some external force that can't be tamed by him or maybe anyone. How did he deal with this darkness that was slowly consuming him? Was it some inner strength or maybe just good coping, until now of course. What if he wasn't ever the same, not the Mikey we had know and loved, could we love his so? Can love really conquer anything? Gerard has tears in his eyes. I can't make him smile. What if he never smiles ever again? I couldn't live with myself, but I would never blame Mikey. Never a day in my life would I blame the fragile future brother in law for his brothers inability to experience happiness. I would blame their emotionally and physically abusive parents though. They wrecked the two. Gerard handled it well and coped surprisingly great for what he experienced while Mikey crumbled to bits. I love them so much it would kill me to meet the people who made them this way. Soon I will...
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I actually have another story in the process. it isn't ferard but has some in it. it's called "life isn't fair" it's on here so if you wanna check it out.
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