Dead! - Frerard

Frank stirred. He blinked and looked up at me and mumbled “Gerard?”

“Yeah?” I said back. Frank sat up slowly, arm over his stomach.

“I- you didn’t- I…..I don’t know what happened….don’t know.”

“It’s- it’s okay… I’m here…I love you Frank.”

“I- I-…..love you…?” He said quietly. He looked down at his stomach, lifting his shirt up to show the open cut.
“Moooooooom! Mom! Moooom!” Frank jumped up and ran out and down the stairs. I was left floating in the middle of the room.
I followed him downstairs and into the lounge, where I found him kneeling on the floor crying, his mom in front of him.
“Frankie, we’ll go get more stitches yeah?” She said softly.

“He- he didn’t save……wasn’t there and- and- I-…..” Frank answered. He was talking about me. I felt like someone had stabbed me right in the gut and repeatedly kept shoving the knife into me. It hurt to know that he wanted me and expected me to save him. I would’ve done, if I’d known about it. But when he didn’t text me to say he got to school okay, I went to find him. That’s why he was in his room when he woke up.

“It’s okay, Frankie, let’s go get stitches okay?” His mom said again. Frank nodded and stumbled to his feet. His mom walked through me and Frank mumbled “I hate you Gerard….” quietly so only I could hear it. That was a bit far I thought. He hated me for something that I couldn’t help? What? I just stood in surprise and watched them leave and I listened to the car pull out the drive and down the road.

I walked back upstairs into Frank’s room and sat on the ceiling next to the light. If he really did hate me then I’d have to leave and go back to Dead Place which was on the other side of New Jersey. It’s where half the people I know live, like Ray and Bob and my brother, Mikey. If I hadn’t died, Mikey would be alive right now. He would have a job, and a family. Because I was the only person Mikey ever trusted ever, and the only one who he would tell everything to. It’s not that I didn’t want to go back; I just didn’t want to leave Frank even though he “hated” me.
I shook my head and glided down to the bed and curled up. I buried my face into my knees and closed my eyes. The thought ‘this is entirely your fault, Gerard you twat’ kept going through my mind. It was driving me insane, completely mad. “Fuck it!” I said to the emptiness, not that I cared if anyone could hear me. I tried to sleep, I eventually did. Even if I cried myself to sleep, it was better than nothing.
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I felt Frank coil himself around me in my sleep. He had woke me up, I’ll admit that. He breathed onto my neck and whispered, “I’m sorry, Gerard.”

“I’m sorry too, Frank.” I said back. I must have startled him because he jumped and gasped. I rolled over to face him. Frank, he looked so worn out, smiled at me and put his lips to mine slowly. I squeaked and kissed back. He still loved me then. It was just the rush of everything back in the living room four hours ago. He hadn’t thought about what he was saying, and he came out with the words “I hate you, Gerard”. He didn’t mean it though. I stopped over thinking and started to enjoy Frank pressed against me.

Notes

cute fluff and angst ^_^