I looked at Frank across the classroom, his back hunched as he worked. A soft smile graced my lips as I thought of what we shared, the small chance to accept our feelings for each other. My heart hadn't slowed down since he kissed me and all I could taste was him.

It wasn't the right time though, not yet. He still needed protecting and I couldn't do that if my feelings for him were clouding any rationality that I still had. It is never a good thing to lose yourself that far in someone, but I can't help it. Every time I close my eyes, he is all I see. It started when the dreams did, but now I can actually hold him in my arms and tell him how much he means to me.

"Gerard!" The teacher called, a look of annoyance on their face, the whole class looking at me. "Now I have your attention, what is the answer to the question?" I could feel my cheeks go red.
"Can you, uh.. repeat the question?" I asked, my eyes on the desk in front of me.
"Yes, I can. Please explain to the class how Frankenstein is considered a gothic novel." The teacher asked, a smirk crossing her face.
"Well, there are many points that you can look at in this. Examples are Elizabeth as the damsel in distress, the tension caused by the unknown, the wilderness being the main setting and how there is a ton of foreshadowing with the things that are said by Frankenstein so how he knows the monster is going to be bad. Also, pathetic fallacy shows the mood. Like rain and stuff." I explained, sticking my tongue out at Frank when his jaw dropped.
"Thank you Mr Way. Next time I call on you I expect you to be paying attention, not drooling over whatever takes your fancy." I nodded at what the teacher said and closed my mouth, my tongue darting out to lick my dry lips as I focused on the lecture.

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I watched Mikey as he paced my room, his lower lip swollen and bleeding. His hands were clenched in fists by his side, his breathing ragged as he tried to contain his fury. "I swear to god Gerard, I am fed up of being beaten just because they have no fucking life!"
"Mikey, calm down, I told you I'd sort it, I just need time to work out how to do it without getting in a fist fight again." I explained, my pencil clutched between my fingers as I gazed at the math problem.
"You'll sort it? Getting that close to Ben will only get you hurt!" Mikey yelled, coming to a stop in front of me. "You've been different since you got home. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." I muttered as I scribbled down some workings.
"Well why have you been acting so different?" He pushed.
"No reason, I guess I just found a reason to keep fighting." I replied.
"Dude, you've been subconsciously stroking your lips and staring into space. Something happened."

I looked up at Mikey, surprised that he was being so attentive for once. "Who said anything happened?"
"Your body language and the way you just keep staring off into space. Now, tell me what happened." Mikey pushed.
"Look, Mikey, nothing happened, nothing at all." I replied and climbed to my feet. "Now, excuse me, but I have to go and speak to dad."

I stood in the kitchen, observing the empty bottle of Jack sat next to my dad on the floor. "Dad." I muttered as I crouched next to him. "Enough with the alcohol. I didn't tell anyone, so you can stop drinking now."
"No." He growled, his hand reaching out for the empty bottle.
"Come on dad, I did what you said, I didn't tell anyone, now stop the alcohol."

"No." He snapped.
"Why not dad?" I asked as I slid to the floor next to him. "Tell me why."
"Because I need it. It keeps me happy and alive. If I didn't drink I would be dead because there is no point me being here.
"Dad." I muttered, an edge of sadness sneaking into my voice. "There is a reason for you to be here. We love you dad. I need you and so does Mikey."
"But Gee, it would be better of if I was dead. We all know it now stop pretending that you need me because we know you don't. You'll do just as well without me."
"Dad..." I began.

"...No we won't. Just, please dad? Stop drinking? You're drinking yourself into a pit and it scares me that one day I'm going to wake up and you're not going to be here. You have to be here dad. I need you." I pleaded as I sat next to him, my hands on the bottle.
"I don't see why. I hurt you son and it tears me up inside. I just....I want to stop but the only way to stop is to stop being here." He paused, his tongue reaching out to lick his lips. "I have to leave somehow Gerard."
"No." I almost yelled. "Dad, you can't go. Please? I promise I can help you get better. I don't care if you hit me I just can't lose you." I muttered, my voice sinking below a whisper. "Please?" I begged as I looked at him, choking up as he hesitated.

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"I promise I won't leave you." I muttered into his hair, pressing my lips against his head.
"Really?" He asked, his green eyes staring at me out of the gloom.
"Yeah Frankie. I'll always be here for you." I smiled and wrapped my arms tighter around his shaking body.

"I'm scared Gee." He whispered, his voice portraying the pain he was trying to hide. "I don't want to die." He sobbed.
"You won't Frankie, I promise. They're on their way, they'll help you. I promise." I said, trying to believe the words I was saying.
"I...I love you Gerard." Frankie muttered as his body resumed its violent shaking.
"I love you too." I whispered, my heart sinking as I realized that this would be the first and only time I heard these words, or said them back.

"I'm so cold." Frank muttered, he teeth clattering, his body shuddering in my arms. "I'm....I'm going to die aren't I?" He asked, his eyes filled with tears as he looked at me. I opened my mouth and sat there like a fish before closing it, not wanting to speak the words on my mind. "Please Gerard, be honest." He whispered.
"Yes." I sighed as I held in the sobs threatening to break free. "Yes Frankie, you are and I really wish it could be different, that it was me laying there instead of you, that I had gone through all of the shit you had gone through because it means that you wouldn't be dying Frankie, it means that you would still be alive and happy and have the chance to love someone else instead of wasting the time you were fine loving some major fuck up like me because I got you here and I really wish I could take it back Frankie, I really do."
"I don't care that I spent my living time loving you because, guess what Gerard, it was the best time of my life." Frank protested, his face contorting as a cough forced its way from his throat, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

I held Frankie close as his breathing became deeper, his heart rate slower. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you." I muttered as he looked up at me with vacant eyes, his final breath leaving him in a gasp of pain. I held his body close, my eyes scanning the room until I found what I was looking for, the blade that did this to him. My hand snaked across the floor until I had hold of it, my fingers shaking as I held it above my throat, my breathing ragged as I said my final goodbyes, sent a prayer to whomever was up there. In one move, I brought the blade to my throat, digging it into the soft flesh as my life bled from me.

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I held my breath as I sat up, completely scared that I would scream and wake everyone up, my heart thumping against my ribcage. My stomach lurched as I climbed to my feet, staggering to the window and pulling it open. The cool breeze flowing through chilled my sweaty skin, the moonlight reflecting off something cradled beneath the tree.

My feet were freezing as I padded, barefoot, across the grass, my heart hitting my stomach as I saw Frank's frail form curled under the tree. "Frank?" I asked as I stepped close, taking in the tear stained cheeks, the red rimmed eyes and the scratched skin. "What happened?"
"I...I thought you were dead." He sobbed as he climbed to his feet and threw himself at me. "I was so scared."
"Whoa Frankie, I'm not dead, I'm fine. See?" I said as I held him close. "Perfectly alive."
"But Gerard, they were hurting you, they said they would make you pay. Gerard...What's happening?" He asked.
"I don't know." I muttered as I held his shivering body against mine. "Let's get you inside."

I kicked Mikey's door open and flicked his light on, waiting for him to wake up before I told him to get his ass to my room. Frank was cradled against my chest, his breathing ragged. I kicked my bedding out the way and lay him on my matress, tugging off his dew damp clothes and pulling some sweats out of my drawers. "Can you get these on?" I asked. He nodded, his teeth chattering non stop.
"What d'ya want Gee?" Mikey yawned as he leant against my doorframe, his eyes widening when he saw Frank. "What the hell?" He asked, his voice raising and octave.
"I don't know Mikey. I really don't know." I replied as I sat on my bed and tugged Frank into my arms. "He said he thought I was dead but the weirdest thing? I just dreamt that he was, like literally just before I saw him outside..." I whispered.
"You're being played." Mikey muttered. "Someone or something is fucking with you. It's ripping your minds to shreds."
"I know what it is..." Frank whispered, his green eyes turned towards the floor.
"What is it Frank?" Mikey asked, kneeling in front of him.

"It's the same as it's always been, and always will be..."

Notes

heya guys :3

Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was kinda busy so here is another chapter for you instead :3 plus you can have some artwork to go with it :3


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