The Screaming Hope

Frank's POV

Sudden tingling make its way through every millimeter of every single of my leg vessels. The sensation is odd, incongruous. But bearable. Bearable, but only until a giant explosion feeling on both of my hamstrings occurs.
I need to sit. Or, even better, to rest on a bed.
I've never stopped. Me, Frank Iero.
Back to his old days activities.
Although, I'm not the same. How could I remain it?
Even if I'm still watching Gerard, after all this time, I promise you I'm not the stalker, killer, you got acquainted with. The list of nouns which describes me would be too long, but I'm sure you've already found specifications about me a long time ago.
Yes, me.
Yes, I'm talking in present.
Yes, I'm currently alive.
And... Yes, I'm watching Gerard. Again.

I will met him. Again.

Even the most hare-brained, the most insensate scenarios would never come close to the lines that tell the events of the past two years.
I'm a new man. Freshly risen from my ashes.

Notes

I'm going to change this fiction dramatically. You will see anyway, and I'm hoping my idea will please you guys!
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