*Gerard*


A week later.


I haven’t seen Frank since he left. To be honest I don’t blame him for not coming back, why should he? He had no reason to come back. I never expected him to come back. But it still hurts. Unless I watch Frank again, it is likely that I will never see him again.

I have just been sitting here in Frank’s room. I have only moved to use the bathroom, but since I haven’t been eating or drinking, it is a rare occurrence. I haven’t slept either, I wonder if I’ll die of exhaustion, that might work. I’m sure my body will give up eventually.

That would make everything easier, that way I won’t have to face the world without Frank. I decided to check the news. I turned on the tv and sat on the bed.

The same news reporter stood there, spouting shit about weather for a good fifteen minutes, as I was about to give up, a picture of Frank spread across the screen.

“Frank Iero, has been found! He returned to his house last week. Refusing to speak of what happened. Either he is protecting his captor, or he is so traumatised he can’t speak of what happened.

While Frank’s mother is overjoyed to have her son back, she recently said ‘I wish I can say I really had my son back, but I don’t, Frank is not the same, he won’t speak or eat, he just cries in his room’ well our hearts all go out to Mrs Iero and her son.”

Frank isn’t happy? That thought brought more tears to eyes. I just want him to be happy and because of me he is sad.

“In other news police have arrested George Gates with drug charges. Cocaine and Heroin were found on him when police brought him into custody, he ha-“

I turned the tv off, not giving a shit about some random drug dealer. Instead making the decision to end my life. I have caused so much pain, with me gone everyone will be happy again.

I filled up the bath tub and lowered myself in; I put my head under, only to come up again spluttering and coughing. Come on Gerard you can do this!

I put my head under once again, seeing the bathroom door swing open, I tried to see what was going on, but I found myself drifting into unconsciousness.

What felt like hours later, I woke up to something forcing air down my throat?

Huh?

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