Only Hope For Me

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I saved a dudes life. And gave out my number on a website but thats just whatever. I do that all the time.

"Frank? Your therapy starts in an hour." My mom called up the stairs. Oh right, therapy. I grabbed my phone which had an unknown number on it. I frowned and checked the message.

'Hi frnki, thank you for saving me, I would have regretted it.'

OH! Gway. I smiled and replied back.

'Anytime! You should probably look into therapy sessions.'

I wasn't able to see his reply because my mom took my phone out of my hands. "Frank, please, stop texting your friends and look into finding new ones." I sighed.

"Mom, I was texting this bro who wanted to kill himself tonight, he was on GetHelp.com and I really wanted him to go to therapy." I said.

She smiled and hugged me. "You are such a good person Frankie." She whispered.

I smiled and hugged back before getting in the car. I lived in Belleville, New Jersey and currently went to the expensive Catholic school up the road from my house. I didn't want to go there since I didn't really fit in with anyone there except the people who snuck out of school everyday, which I didn't do. I wanted to switch to Belleville High, the only public school there. Maybe people would accept me.

"Mom? Can I switch schools?" I asked.

She smiled. "I was about to tell you that your father got demoted today, and we had to send you to BHS in a week, I thought you were going to be mad but..." She laughed.

"YES! ILL ACTUALLY MAKE FRIENDS!" I hollered. She laughed again before pulling into the therapy parking lot.

"I'll see you in an hour." She smiled and drove off. I smirked and walked in, Patrick smiling at me.

"Hey Frnki!" He laughed. Patrick Stump was a character. A character indeed. He was cutting himself a while back about his weight problem before losing all of it do to anxiety bulimia. He was sent to therapy and is one of their success stories.

"Hi Patty!" I laughed. He fistbumped me before walking into therapy. A new kid was there.

"Hello everyone! Please take your seats. We have a newcomer today. Would you like to introduce yourself?" Mr. Hallabro asked.

"Uhm...My names Gerard Way, and I was going to kill myself tonight before someone stopped me and told me people loved me and stuff." He stuttered.

I froze in my seat. This couldn't be 'gway', could it?

I mean, this dude was handsome.

He had unruly black hair that framed his face. He had on a smashing pumpkins t-shirt with a black hoodie on over it and black skinny jeans. This man was perfection.

"How old are you and what school do you go to?" Patrick asked. I realized it was question time. Its how we break the ice in therapy.

"I'm 17 and I go to Belleville High School." He said, quietly.

"Frank? Do you have a question?" I jumped and looked to Mr.Hallabro.

"Uh, yeah, what bands do you like?" I smiled at him.

"Smashing Pumpkins, Queen, the Misfits, ect." He laughed.

He had an adorable laugh.

We went on through therapy and I kept sneaking glances at Gerard.

He was fucking adorable.

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