The innocence of our being

Frank's POV
"Frank, when did it all start?" I looked my therapist right in the eyes, not faltering once. "When did what start?" I asked him. He looked annoyed. "Your depression, Frank." I stood up so fast my chair fell over. "I'm not depressed! I'm fucking mourning! Why cant anyone see that?" I yelled. He looked uncomfortable. "Frank, I am sorry for your loss, I really am, but you need to talk about it. You cant keep it all bottled up inside of you. It's not healthy." I wanted to flat out deck him in the face, but I knew he was right. I lifted my chair back up and sat in it. He was so right. I needed to talk about it. It's been three months and I hadn't said a peep about any of it. I didn't want to. I still don't want to. It's hard to live without him. He was the reason my hear beat every day.He kept me alive. Now that I thought about it, death sounded really inviting since he wasn't here. I decided that I was going to end it all. Tonight. After this therapy session. I wanted to talk about it now. I wanted to talk about him. I wanted someone to know his story. Someone other than me. He deserved it. He was amazing. "Frank?" I looked at him and cleared my throat. I began where it started. Where I fist met Gerard. "It started at school. It was my junior year and his senior."
***Flashback***
I sat up in my bed and turned my alarm clock off. I rolled out of my bed and padded to my bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped and hopped in.
When I was done, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back to my room. I opened my mahogany dresser and took out a black and white flannel, a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pair of socks. I put them all on quickly and went back to my bathroom. I blow dried my hair and put on some eye liner. I walked back to my room and slipped my vans on. I laced them up and headed downstairs. I pecked my mom on the cheek and grabbed my black misfits messenger bag. I slung it over my shoulder and grabbed my keys and phone and hopped in my Grey Volkswagen bug. I began the ten minute drive to school. When I arrived, I hopped out and walked up to the front door. I held it open for some girls and then went in. I walked down to my locker responding to all the 'hey's and 'what's up's i got. I'm not really popular, but im liked by all and have no enemies.I smiled when I reached my locker. I did the combo and put some books in it. I smelled roses. I turned around to see Jaymie walking toward me. She was wearing misfits leggings and a misfits wool sweater with her all black converse and of course.. a rose in her hair. She always had one. She smiled when she got to me. "Hey jaims" I greeted her. "Frankie, I got a call from Magnolia records today! They're letting me on as an apprentice." I smiled at her. "That's amazing!" She giggled and put her stuff in her locker, that was next to mine. "How was your morning, hun?" She asked me. "gr-" The bell interrupted me. I shrugged and hugged her bye. "see you at lunch" I yelled down the halls. She gave me a thumbs up and kept going. I walked to my first period art class.
I basically just doodled the whole time in my notebook. When the bell rang, I put my notebook back in my bag and walked out of the room. I was greeted by Kellin. He had a huge crush on jaymie. It was kind of annoying because he never shuts up about her. "Hey Kell." He nodds in reply. "Hey, Frank, why does Jaymie always wear that rose in her hair?" He asked me. I shrugged. "Maybe she uses it to cover bad body odor." I giggled and walked into my second period French class, leaving him standing shocked in the hallway.
I was in a Senior french class, so I didn't have any friends in this class. I just fiddled with my lip ring until the bell rang After it rang, the teacher came to the front of the class. "Good morning, class. We have a new student with us today. Hun, why don't you come up and introduce yourself?" Everyone turned to look at the student but me. I was focused on drawing a little turtle on my hand. "Um.. Hi? I'm Gerard Way" I looked up at the boy. My breath caught in my throat. Every thing about him was mesmerizing. He had black hair that came just below his ears. He had a Pixie nose, and he talked out of the corner of his mouth. I was in a trance. I looked at his clothing choice. He was wearing an Iron maiden tee and clack skinny jeans with combat boots. I made eye contact with him for a moment and he smiled at me. I gladly returned the smile. He returned to his seat. For the rest of the class I kept glancing over at him. He was drawing something. He was so focused on it. There was one point where I couldn't stop looking at him. "Mr. Iero. Do you have a problem with Mr. Way?" The teacher snapped. I felt my face turn red. "No, why?" she laughed a bit. "Well you have been staring at him for more than half of the whole class period." I could see Gerard in the corner of my eye. He was giggling at me. I slumped down in my chair and put my head in my hands.
***end of flashback for now***
"So, Frank, you two met in French class." I nodded my head. "Yes." I whispered. I felt tears stream down my face. "He wasn't sick then?" I shrugged. "No, I don;t think he was."

Notes

okay so do you guys like it? I wrote it like 5 times because it kept deleting :(