And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Sorry for the shitty ending, it confused the hell out of me, but I wrote it with good intentions. I had two endings to choose from, and one tore my heart to pieces and the other one was this.

Let me explain what happened.

Gerard had found someone on the floor, the guy with the hoodie on. Gerard assumed it was Darrell, his voice was raspy from crying or something. He felt bad that the guy just lost his brother, and offered him a ride home and a ride to the funeral. The police said Iero died. On the way to the funeral, guess which Iero was alive. Frank. Basically, Frank shot his dad and brother for being assholes. they live happily ever after. The end. (shitty, I know).

Let me explain what I was planning on writing, but it hurt my heart to do so.

Frank was overwhelmed, and realized he was only unhappy because of his dad and brother. They were giving him hell. So, he locked himself in a room. He decided the only way Gee and him could be happy, was if the two motherfuckers died. His brother was going to come in, and Frank shot him with two strikes of the bullet, to make sure he died. As he waited for his father to come in (he hates his father more than anything in the universe, so he was already ready to shoot the only person he assumed was going to open the door, his dad.) Instead, Gerard opened the door, and got shot. Gerard had to quit his teaching job, and forgot every memory of Frank from the bullet.

Fucking depressing, so I settled with the shitty idea. Well...if you kind of enjoyed my story maybe you'll read my new one, "Be The Flame In The House Of Cards"? Way less shitty and depressing, I'll tell you that.

Hope you enjoyed the entire story?

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