So Long And Goodnight
Do or Die
-Frank's POV-
I had just left my house, determined to go to Gerard's house and tell him just how I felt about him. I had always liked him, but I didn't know how he felt about me. After all, he had probably thought I was straight. I made everyone believe that I was. I even had a girlfriend. But that was all a cover. I didn't know how people would react to my being gay, so I always pretended to be straight.
Trust me, I hated it. My girlfriend, Jamia, was obsessed with me. She was in love with me, but I wanted nothing to do with her. I knew it was wrong to play with her emotions, and that's why I was going to Gerard's. I was going to break up with Jamia, but first, I needed to know what Gerard thought of me. I needed to have a reason to break up with Jamia, and Gerard would be that reason.
Soon, I arrived at his house, where he lived with his brother. He had used to live with his parents, until they threatened to put him in rehab for his addictions. That's when he left to live with his brother.
Yes, I know about his addictions. I've tried to help him, but he never let me. Either that, or he was always drunk or high when I talked to him. I wish I could help him. That's the one thing I want most in the world. I want Gerard to be okay, whether he's with me or not. I NEED him to be okay.
I got out of my car and walked up to the door. Since I practically lived here, I just walked in. And then I instantly heard the music, "Gerard, don't you think that's too loud?" I called out, walking to his room. I was completely unprepared for what I saw when I walked in the door. Gerard, on the floor, both of his wrists bleeding...
"Gerard!" I yelled, running over to him, "What the hell did you do?" I asked, close to tears, even though I knew he couldn't answer me, "What did you do....?"
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and instantly called 911. I hastily explained what had happened, and then did as they had told me to do. I put down the phone and then grabbed the closest cloth object to me, which happened to be one of Gerard's shirts. I shrugged, ripping it and then wrapping both of his wrists with it, "Gerard, you idiot. You beautiful, beautiful idiot." I said, no longer able to keep my tears in. I started crying, hugging his un-moving body, "You'd better not die. Please don't die...." I pleaded as I heard people enter the room. I was pushed away from Gerard. I kept crying, not paying attention to any of my surroundings.
Before I knew it, I was sitting in an ambulance next to Gerard, who was unconscious. I couldn't do anything else but stare at his face. His beautiful, pale face. His beautiful jade hair, his pixie nose, and his perfect lips. I wished that I could see his perfect brown eyes, but sadly, they were closed. I also wanted, so badly, to kiss him, but I couldn't. Or, I could, but I don't know how Gerard would feel about me doing that, especially while he's not conscious. If only he was..........
I had just left my house, determined to go to Gerard's house and tell him just how I felt about him. I had always liked him, but I didn't know how he felt about me. After all, he had probably thought I was straight. I made everyone believe that I was. I even had a girlfriend. But that was all a cover. I didn't know how people would react to my being gay, so I always pretended to be straight.
Trust me, I hated it. My girlfriend, Jamia, was obsessed with me. She was in love with me, but I wanted nothing to do with her. I knew it was wrong to play with her emotions, and that's why I was going to Gerard's. I was going to break up with Jamia, but first, I needed to know what Gerard thought of me. I needed to have a reason to break up with Jamia, and Gerard would be that reason.
Soon, I arrived at his house, where he lived with his brother. He had used to live with his parents, until they threatened to put him in rehab for his addictions. That's when he left to live with his brother.
Yes, I know about his addictions. I've tried to help him, but he never let me. Either that, or he was always drunk or high when I talked to him. I wish I could help him. That's the one thing I want most in the world. I want Gerard to be okay, whether he's with me or not. I NEED him to be okay.
I got out of my car and walked up to the door. Since I practically lived here, I just walked in. And then I instantly heard the music, "Gerard, don't you think that's too loud?" I called out, walking to his room. I was completely unprepared for what I saw when I walked in the door. Gerard, on the floor, both of his wrists bleeding...
"Gerard!" I yelled, running over to him, "What the hell did you do?" I asked, close to tears, even though I knew he couldn't answer me, "What did you do....?"
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and instantly called 911. I hastily explained what had happened, and then did as they had told me to do. I put down the phone and then grabbed the closest cloth object to me, which happened to be one of Gerard's shirts. I shrugged, ripping it and then wrapping both of his wrists with it, "Gerard, you idiot. You beautiful, beautiful idiot." I said, no longer able to keep my tears in. I started crying, hugging his un-moving body, "You'd better not die. Please don't die...." I pleaded as I heard people enter the room. I was pushed away from Gerard. I kept crying, not paying attention to any of my surroundings.
Before I knew it, I was sitting in an ambulance next to Gerard, who was unconscious. I couldn't do anything else but stare at his face. His beautiful, pale face. His beautiful jade hair, his pixie nose, and his perfect lips. I wished that I could see his perfect brown eyes, but sadly, they were closed. I also wanted, so badly, to kiss him, but I couldn't. Or, I could, but I don't know how Gerard would feel about me doing that, especially while he's not conscious. If only he was..........
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7/24/14