We Don't Fight Fair

Frank's p.o.v.

Things were really beginning to heat up. It was going way, WAAYYY too fast for me. Gerard was seriously going beyond boundaries. I shoved him off me. He looked apologetic, and rambled on abouy how sorry he was

I had a definite problem with my anger. That much was clear. But the magnitude of it... i had no idea I could be so mean. "No. That's my fault." I snapped. I think I was angry because of when he beat me. Or how continuously took things too far with me. But mostly, I thought the whole suicide attempt thing was all for attention. Gerard had tonsbof self-confidence. He as cocky as hell. He was attractive, but at the moment, I figured that was about it. His face fell and I almost kicked myself. I said it out loud.

"I'm- I don't-....what?" He asked. "I thought you liked me." He whimpered. "I do like you. You're a very nice plaything." I spat. "But like other playthings, replacable." His breathing shallowed and he left. I grimanced. I had no idea, but it hit me. Gerard was just an attention seeker.

I fell asleep on the bed, and awoke to ferocious pounding on the door. I opened the door groggily to see Mikey, a crying mess collapse on my floor. "Mikey? What the hell? Where have you been?" I panicked. "T-t-t-he h-hospital." He choked out. "Gerard. H-e's. Dead." Mikey whispered. "Dead? How?" I began the unbelievablely strong surge of guilt invade my system.

Of course.

Gerard is dead.

And it's all

my

fault.

Notes

Hey. So I'm sorry for not updating in three days. This chapter reflected my mood. I'm sorry I'm just really struggling right niw and its all just too much. But um, anyway thanks for reading, subscribe and leave a comment.

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