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Frank’s P.O.V

A/N( By the way I changed it to Frank and Gerard’s point of view instead of third person because it was getting annoying for me.)

I woke up to the sound of my stomach growling loudly, begging for food. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but my whole body disagreed and everything was aching so I sat up and opened my eyes. I was currently sleeping in an apartment I broke into that was for sale. I know it makes me sound like a bad person but every bench was taken I didn’t know what else to do I guess I should’ve planned this out better. I stretched out my arms and yawned while getting up and checking the time on the stove. It was currently 6:31 am and all I wanted to do was sleep but I had to get up and figure out something for food. I slipped on my shoes and gathered my things in my backpack before trotting out the door into the hallway of the large apartment building. I was still mesmerized by how big all the buildings were but I’ve grown to realize this city isn’t what I thought it was. The people are judgmental and ignorant and completely oblivious to the world around them as if they are the only thing that matters. I cringed at the memories of last night, people shoving me and giving me dirty looks, overall treating me as if I were utter scum. I guess I can’t blame them though, that’s exactly what I am, complete scum and filth. I felt tears start to spill over. No no no no no this is not happening again, I’m not going to fucking let myself cry again stop! I wiped my tears and quickly walked down the many flights of stairs to get outside.
By the time I made it to the harsh outside world my eyes were mostly dry and I managed to calm myself down enough to not look like the broken mess I am. I made it to the bottom of the stairs and walked out the door from the lobby. I started my walk down the street to a gas station I saw yesterday when on my way I stop and stare at my reflection int he window of a coffee shop and just then everything hits me. I look like shit, i feel like shit, I am shit, Everything is shit right? I feel shattered, I feel weak nothing feels right. I don’t want to be alive. Why am I alive? I mean honestly, nobody wants me and I am just a filthy little shit so what’s the point right? Everything turns blurry and i realize i'm crying. I run away as fast as i can knowing that i have to get away from everything.

*Time Lapse*


So here I am. At the top of a tall building, gazing out into the city. I wasn’t crying anymore it was weird, I felt like I needed to do this like it was the right thing to do. I lit a cigarette and just walked along the edge seeing life as I have never seen it before. Wanting death more than anything right now, but yet I haven’t jumped and I can’t quite figure out why. There’s something holding me back, I have my life in my hands and it’s terrifying but it doesn’t seem to faze me. I backed away from the edge, sitting down and enjoying my cigarette as I press it to my chapped and faded lips, taking a drag and blowing it out. Repeating this was just so incredibly calming and I had no idea why.
I sighed dramatically, listening to the noisy sounds of the city. Oh how I wish I could just stay in this moment forever. Everything was peaceful up here and it was beautiful. Watching the mist dance all along the streets, feeling the cold, crisp air, staring at the cars and buildings, everything felt fine up here as if death could be the most peaceful thing right now. I took one last drag of the sweet stick of death and put it out. I walked over to the edge again looking down at the people walking on the sidewalks and parked cars. Everything seemed like it was in a black and white. I took a deep breath and stepped off the edge.

Notes

Hi so sorry that this story isn't turning out that great but i don't really know how to write but i have all these ideas and yeah. Sorry. Umm please comment and stuff and give me criticism or tips that would be great thank you for reading bye. Oh and feel free to ask questions about the story if anyone cares.