Frank’s Point Of View

Jersey Bridge.

I sat the wrong side of the railing thinking. Just thinking.

How the fuck did I get here? I mean, I have been suicidal before, I’ve spent hours planning which way I would end it. I was too much of a coward to go through with these illustrious plans of pills and ropes. It’s embarrassing really.

Mr Way has brought out a side in me that I don’t like. Hiding my demons used to be such an easy task; I would walk into school each day, acting as if I was a carefree person, someone who had an easy, happy life.

Something about Mr Way infuriates me, he brings up these past wounds, these scars ingrained into my very being, these demons I had once drown. The façade I put up was protecting me, protecting me from the judging eyes. Protecting me from the pity, the sorrowful looks, the sympathy. I am Frank Iero, I rule the halls of Bellville High, yet here I am, waiting for the perfect moment to end my meek, shameful life.

I dried my eyes and carefully stood up, not that it mattered.

I took one hand off of the railing. I whipped my head around as I thought I heard my name being called, no one was there. I sighed. Maybe it was wishful thinking that anyone would stop me, not that they even know where the hell I am or what I am about to do.

I took a deep breath in and took my other arm off of the railing; only standing on the 8 inch ledge.
I then took a big breath in and released it as I put one foot forward, off of the ledge. This is it.

About to push of off the ledge, I was pulled back. Shocked, I whipped around, affectively losing my footing, embracing what was to come I didn’t struggle, until I dropped a foot and was stopped as my whole stomach lurched and my arm was almost ripped off.

I looked up confused and upset to meet the frightened eyes of Mr Way who was now pulling me up slowly. Too tired to resist I co-operated with him until we were both of the safe side of the railing.

I began to sob violently, Mr Way pulled me towards him, I fought him first, trying to struggle away from him, he just put up with it, tightening his grip until I gave in and began gripping on to his shirt, crying.


***


It took a long while for me to calm down, but once I had, I stayed silent, still hugging Mr Way, almost sitting in his lap, too exhausted to move.

“Oh, Frank” he sighed. “Why?” he whispered.

I shook my head, not answering.

“Why are you here and why d-do you care?” I croaked my throat raspy.

“I followed you, my intention was to apologise, when I saw you, there was no way in hell I was going to let you kill yourself” he whispered meaningfully. He looked pained.

“There’s more?” I asked, well stated.

“I-um when I was around your age, t-there was a time when I was at a horrifically low point, I too was suicidal, I overdosed, I had to get my stomach pumped, it was nearly too late. Ever since that day, I sought help, and I got help, which is why I am here today” he smiled.

I was shocked.

“I am sorry, you know, for what happened at the apartment” he said sincerely.

I nodded forgivingly.

He put his arm around my shoulders as we continued to sit on the sidewalk.

He put his hand on my chin, guiding my face to his; he looked me dead in the eye.
“Don’t ever try to do this again, you mean too much” he whispered.

Before I could respond, he came closer and pressed his lips to my own. I was frozen out of shock. He pulled away taking note of my expression.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I mean I don’t regret it, but I’m sorry-” I cut him off.
Placing my lips on his we began kissing and I could feel all of my problems melting away.

He pulled back and looked me in the eye.

“We’re so screwed” he grinned.

I smiled back as he began kissing me once again.

Notes

FRERARD FINALLY.

So, kinda shitty beginning, but it got better.

Please comment, Do you have any suggestions? Critisism? Improvements? Opinions?

Question: Bullets or Revenge?

Miss MCR