Dead! - Frerard

“Frank, how did this happen?” My mom said sternly. I looked down at my stiches Gerard had given me. I ran my hand gingerly along them before looking back up.
“I- I don’t know” I said, knowing that it wasn’t true and it would get me in more trouble.

“Frank, you can’t not know how that happened!”

“…..yes I can”

“Frank, tell me. I’ll take you to get proper stitches at A&E.”

“Fine, fine, okay. Just….I don’t wanna talk about it, okay?” I said quietly.
-
I ran my fingers along the fresh stiches on my stomach. Gerard hovered next to me looking down at the new line of thread over my torso. “So, they ripped the other ones out and replaced them huh?” He mumbled. I nodded. “So, you gonna tell me what happened?”
“Uh….I don’t know.” I looked up at him. “I guess you do need to know, but…..”

“Please? I need to knoowww” Gerard replied and made that pouty face. I shook my head. “Please”
“Ugh let’s just say… it involved some guys………dick” I said quietly.

“WHAT?! WHO?!” Gerard reacted just the way I expected him to. He flew down closer to me and lay next to me. “Tell me what they looked like and I’ll fucking tear them to shreds okay baby?” His tone of voice was softer than before. Gerard was almost completely against violence, so I don’t know where that came from. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily.

“I…..Didn’t see his face though. He blind folded me.” I said, wrapping my arms around Gerard’s neck and pulled myself into him. He gasped and put his skinny arms over his stomach. The room felt colder and looked more bluey-grey.
I can merge myself into Gerard by the way. It sometimes gets in the way when Gerard isn’t thinking or only focused in one thing, like when he’s fucking me it sometimes happens. He controls it though.
“He wasn’t even rough with me I don’t know how though. You get rough.” I mumbled. Gerard rolled over onto his back and lifted me out of his body.
“You want me to stop?” He asked innocently. I shook my head and he smiled. “I love you, you know?”

“I do know Gee.”
-
“Be careful at school Frank.” Gerard said, hugging me.
“I’m not seven anymore you know. I’m seventeen.” I replied. “I’ve got a note from mom for gym class so I miss it.” Gerard nodded and followed me down to the front door. He kissed me on the cheek and I turned to go out the door when he said “I love you…”
“Love you too…” I said, waved and walked out.
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It was cold outside. The air felt thick and heavy. It was foggy and I couldn’t see more than four feet in front of me. No one was around, I was out earlier than normal. I took my IPod out my pocket and plugged my head phones in. I scrolled through the song list and eventually chose Misfits.
I walked slowly and scuffed my boots on the damp sidewalk. Over my music, I heard someone next to me. I looked up through my hair to see jocks on either side of me. I turned the music down so I could listen to what they said. “Hey! Emo’s here! How nice!”
“Ugh… fuck off.” I said back to them. I glanced round to see that one of them was the one in the woods. I only briefly saw his face but I knew, I just knew. He smirked at me and I whirled round to face him, stopping in my tracks.
“Got a problem midget?” He snapped at me.
“Oh, no no no no.....just….. Fuck you.” I said softly. He looked at me like I’m insane. And punched me right in the face. Everything went black and I hoped that I was dead. I hoped and prayed to God I was dead and I was a ghost so I could live with Gerard forever. But I felt more pain in my sides and neck. I blinked my sore eyes open to see all -what six? - Jocks kicking me on the grass. I tried to kick back but I was over powered.
The last I remembered was being kicked in the face a few times. That was it, it was over. I was barely alive, my stiches were undone and I was bleeding.

Notes

More drama yay! He'll be ok