Hell or High Water

Frank stumbled into his shared room and over to Gerard. “G-Gerard, wake up.” Frank whimpered and sat down next to him. Frank gently pulled the blanket away. “I need to tell you something important…” Gerard looked up at him with worried eyes.
“W-what?” Gerard asked, sitting up.
“It’s about Mikey.” Frank replied, shakily. Gerard perked up and grabbed Frank’s shoulders.
“W-what a-a-about h-him?” Gerard peered into Frank's eyes. Frank broke the gaze and looked down at his hands.
"Mikey's dead." Frank mumbled.
"Y-you're j-j-joking. I j-just s-saw h-h-him." Gerard laughed. Frank looked up at him and frowned.
"No Gerard. He has been dead for little over seven years." Frank said hoping Gerard wouldn't freak out. Gerard shook his head.
"F-Frank. S-s-stop j-joking l-like t-t-that."
"Gerard..." Frank sighed. Gerard looked him in the eyes, searching for any indication that he was lying.
"You're lying." Gerard said without the stutter. Frank shook his head. Gerard's fist connected with Frank's jaw sending the younger off the bed. Gerard straddled Frank's waist and gripped his shirt.
"I'm not." Frank grunted. Gerard pulled Frank's torso up only to throw it back to the ground again. Frank groaned but did not stop Gerard.
"Stop fucking lying!" Gerard yelled punching Frank again.
"Gerard-"
"Shut up!" Gerard screamed in Frank's face. Gerard kept sending punches to various parts of Frank's torso and face. Tears fell from Gerard's eyes and landed on Frank's cheeks. Frank shakily reached up and brushed Gerard's tears away. Gerard grabbed his hand and pinned it above Frank's head.
"How?" Gerard growled.
"S-suicide." Frank wheezed, his nose bleeding and ribs bruised.
"Fuck!" Gerard cried, his grip loosening. Frank pushed Gerard off and pinned him to the floor. Gerard fought against him.
"Gerard. Listen to me." Frank stammered. "I'm sorry. I really am but he died little over seven years ago, he hung himself. But it wasn't your fault." Frank quaked. Gerard stopped struggling and just stared ahead. Frank pulled Gerard onto his lap and hugged him. Gerard broke down, loud sobs filling the air. Frank hugged him tighter and started quietly singing.
"Disarm you with a smile, And cut you like you want me to Cut that little child Inside of me and such a part of you Ooh, the years burn. I used to be a little boy, So old in my shoes, And what I choose is my choice. What's a boy supposed to do? The killer in me is the killer in you. My love. I send this smile over to you. Disarm you with a smile, And leave you like they left me here, To wither in denial, The bitterness of one who's left alone Ooh, the years burn Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn I used to be a little boy, So old in my shoes, And what I choose is my voice. What's a boy supposed to do? The killer in me is the killer in you. My love. I send this smile over to you, The killer in me is the killer in you Send this smile over to you The killer in me is the killer in you, Send this smile over to you, The killer in me is the killer in you, Send this smile over to you." Frank sang rocking Gerard back and forth. Alex was about to walk in but stopped when he saw the two. Frank looked up at him and shook his head. Alex nodded and walked away. Frank gently picked Gerard up and laid him in his bed. As Frank went to walk away Gerard grabbed his arm.
"Stay. Please..." Gerard mumbled. Frank nodded and climbed in next to him. Gerard rested his head on Frank's torso and listened to Frank's heartbeat.
"Goodnight Gerard." Frank mumbled, pulling the blanket on them.
"Thank you." Was the last thing Frank heard before falling asleep. Gerard however did not fall asleep, instead he waited for hours. He slowly pulled the bottom drawer open and grabbed a blank piece of paper, writing all that needed to be said. Gerard carefully wormed his way out of Frank’s grab and got out of the bed. Gerard grabbed the small box out from under his bed and opened it. Inside sat rope, razor blades that he had been collecting over the years and a bottle of pills. Gerard looked up at Frank and sighed softly. Frank looked so peaceful, unaware of the horror that was to see in the morning. Gerard popped open the bottle of mysterious pills and took two at a time until the bottle was empty. He leaned back and pressed the razors into his skin, hissing as the cool steel burned. A steady stream of blood ran from his wrists and onto the floor. Gerard however did not panic, a feeling of happiness washed over him, knowing that he was able to join his brother in the afterlife caused this. As his vision darkened Gerard saw an angel, it’s pure black wings wrapped around him giving him comfort in his last moments. It was Death, coming to deliver him into the afterlife. There was a gasp and the feeling of someone grabbing Gerard’s arms.
“GERARD!”

Notes

Soooo...that happened...