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The Fallen and The Found.

Oh my Gerard Way.


"Mom, I've found a band!"
"Thats great Raymond! What are they called?"
"Mikey was thinking "my chemical romance"
"Mikey, the delightful one who came over earlier? with the glasses just at the tip" she indicated with her hand "of his nose?"
"Yes, thats the one."



"It doesn't count", Frank told himself, "he was drunk!" He lay on his bed remembering the day before, he had left right after the kiss in a flurry, Gerard had called after him but Frank hadn't come back, instead he fled from the scene of the accident. Looking back he remembered how badly a state he'd left him in, he was worried now, he was obviously depressed and he'd just decided to leave him confused and drunk. "Im such an idiot" he said breaking the pressured silence surrounding and enveloping his cluttered bedroom. Suddenly the drawing of himself in Gerard's clustered kitchen filled his mind. "Im coming." He telepathed Gerard, although he wasn't quite sure he got the message...


"So hows your brother coping?" Asked an inquisitive Amanda, a hopeful look on her face.
"Im not sure, i haven't seen him in a while, i think he's fine!"


"Oh my god." Frank bent over to check his pulse, his own heart was racing at this scene he just stepped into "its me, Frankie?" He lifted up his eyelids and stared deeply into his piercing green eyes, Frank heart jumped, "Now is not the time" he told him self. "Fraaarrnnneeehh" Gerard murmured.
The scene Frank Iero had walked into was Gerard, slumped on his bathroom floor, scattered with pills he'd never seen before.
Gerard was in his skeleton pyjamas, which alarmed Frank more than anything, Gerard gone forever, a skeleton, he had a pool of blood around his mouth and on the floor next to him, Frank felt like screaming, but he didn't, he quickly got up from the floor, and went in search of his phone, when he eventually found the cradle he punched in the right numbers for the hospital service.
"My friend" frank winced at that general description, when Gerard was so much more to him than that."I think he's overdosed or something, I'm scared, like shitting bricks, i want to help him! I need to help him!

Comments

@mikeysminexx
tryyiinng xD
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11/14/13
come on gee gee! update now! xoxoxoxoxo
mikeysminexx mikeysminexx
11/12/13
@firebirdofthenight
Haha nope, not at all ;) thanks for liking it!!!:D
inactive123 inactive123
5/14/13
I LIKE THIS A LOT
...is it strange that my first thought when Frank started throwing up was "M-PREG!!!"?
Enjoy it <3
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3/23/13