And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Frank's POV

My stomach aches like a thousand suns...who am I kidding, it hurts a hell more than that. I needed to tell somebody, I needed to do something. But, I never did tell anybody. I'm sixteen and the first time this happened was when I was seven. I can't believe it's been nine years. I mean, it feels like an eternity. I hoist myself up, barely crawling myself up the staircase to my room.

And to think, I was planning on killing myself today. I had it all set up; I would overdose from sleeping pills and die trying to sleep a peaceful night. No one would see it as suicide, I don't think. Maybe they'd see it as me needing to sleep a lot for a test, so I thought more pills would help me sleep immediately. That was the plan.

Someone amazing was in the middle of my plan. Most of the time, I don't give shit to teachers but Gerard Way is the only person who's been nice to me. He laughed with me, and he gave me coffee and he smiled to me and he...he's amazing. The container of pills lay between my fingertips, my savior.

What if death isn't my end? Why can't I end with someone who really cares?

Pills don't care about me. Pills don't give two shits about me. Gerard, doesn't he care about me? I tell myself he does. He does.

I set down the pills and think about that razor thing depressed kids with shitty lives do. Wait, I don't want Gerard to hate me for that. I love him.

Wait what. Did. That. Just. Come. Out. Of. My. Mouth?

I didn't say it, but I sure as hell was thinking it. I placed the pills down unto my shelf and drifted off into a deep sleep. I have to see Gerard tomorrow.

Notes

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