Cemetery Drive

Gerard stood staring at the spot his student had been. He couldn't bring himself to move at all. He couldn't move his eyes from the spot where Frank had threatened suicide. He couldn't run after the student, nor could he turn around and run back into the school to get help. Was Frank being serious? Why would he say that if he wasn't being serious? Gerard blinked and mentally slapped himself before he finally snapped out of his daze.
"Right, okay.." Gerard started to panic and realised he was pacing. He stopped himself and stared at the school building. He noticed the painted green front doors of the school were fading, slowly turning into a horrible pale green colour. He shifted his eyes to the dull school gates. He knew he had to get back to his class but he couldn't exactly let Frank kill himself... Gerard stood staring at the gates while he argued with himself.
"Ugh c'mon Gerard," he groaned to himself. He finally convinced himself that he had to go after Frank before he did anything dangerous.

Frank finally stopped running when he found himself at his front door. He knew his mum wouldn't be home so let himself in. He closed the door but didn't bother to lock it, he had bigger thoughts on his mind. He slowly wandered into the kitchen and stared at the knife drawer for a few moments. He felt sick at the thought but told himself he had to do it. He stepped towards the drawer and nearly stumbled due to the fact he was now feeling faint. He couldn't believe he was actually going to try this. Again. He gulped and closed his eyes, trying to keep his breathing steady.
"Fuck sake Frank, just do it," he mumbled to himself as he pulled the drawer open. He looked down at the many knives that were lying in front of him. So many options.
"Just do this one thing right.." he whispered as he slid a carving knife out of the drawer. He held it in front of him and admired the way it reflected the light. He placed the knife onto the counter and slipped his blazer off. He carefully picked the knife up again and stared at his wrist before pressed the knife to his skin. He pressed harder until he felt the blade piercing his skin.

Gerard searched through his thoughts for an idea of where Frank would have gone. He decided checking his home would be the best place to go first. He ran as fast as he could, hoping to himself that the student would be there. He stopped in front of Frank's house and stared up at it then at the door. He walked towards it and gently knocked on the wood. No one answered.
"Frank?!" he hit his palm against the door and shouted for Frank to answer. But still no one was there. Gerard's heart was thumping against his chest and he could feel himself shaking. He started to get frantic and moved his hand down to the door knob, he pulled it and pushed himself against the door. The door flew open, causing Gerard to stumble inside the house. He swung it shut and ran into the living room.
"Frank?!" he called, hoping someone would answer.
"Frank!" he shouted again and waited for an answer. He heard someone mumble a quiet 'fuck' from the kitchen. As he stepped in he saw Frank's head snap up to look at him. The student's eyes were huge and watery, his hand shaking as he held the knife against his skin.
"F-Frank" Gerard stepped towards him, trying to calm the student down.
"No! Get away from me, leave, go!" Frank shouted and started to cut down his wrist slightly. Gerard felt dizzy at the sight and threw himself towards the student. Frank landed on his back and struggled as his teacher wrestled the knife out of his grip.
"Just let me die, please?!" he screamed at Gerard, but the teacher carried on.
"Just let go, Frank!" Gerard pulled the knife away from Frank and threw it across the room, far away so Frank couldn't reach it. The student fell limp and stared at the ceiling. His breathing low. Gerard's knees were either side of Frank's body. The teacher stared down at his student.
"Frankie?" his voice was barely a whisper. Frank couldn't bare to look at Gerard. He couldn't bring himself to even say anything.
"W-Why?" Gerard felt tears prick his eyes. He hated the thought of Frank wanting to leave the world. Wanting to leave him. Gerard carried on staring at Frank until he answered.
"Why couldn't you have just let me do it? I want to die, just let me do it, please.." Frank was still staring at the ceiling as he spoke. Tears welling in his eyes and slipping down he face and onto the floor.
"Why, Frank?" Gerard pleaded for an answer. Frank shook his head slightly.
"I just wanted to be with my dad again.." he mumbled to himself. Gerard didn't quite hear what he said, which Frank was thankful for.
"Lets get you cleaned up.." Gerard moved off Frank to let him sit up.
"Where's your first aid kit?" Frank pointed at a cupboard and Gerard immediately pulled it open and rummaged around, looking for supplies to clean Frank's wrist. When he finally found what he needed he knelt next to Frank and gently took his arm in his hand. He started to clean the cut, Frank winced and tried to pull his arm away but Gerard's grip was too tight. Frank stared at Gerard as he bandaged the student's wrist.
"Thankfully it's not bad," Gerard mumbled. He looked at his student and their eyes met.
"I'm s-sorry" Frank choked out. Gerard pulled Frank into a tight hug and let his student grab onto his shirt and cry.
"Shh, Frank... it's okay" Gerard gently stroked Frank's hair.
"Frankie, it's alright, i'm here, it's going to be okay" he whispered to Frank, trying desperately to calm his student down. Frank's crying finally fell to just quiet sniffs.
"It's okay," Gerard murmured as Frank pulled away slightly. He looked up at his teacher and wiped his eyes.
"G-Gerard?" Frank stuttered, his voice was shaky and weak.
"Hmm?" Gerard stared down at Frank. Seeing him look so innocent and vulnerable broke his heart. He hated seeing Frank look so sad and broken.
"Are you busy tomorrow?" the student asked and looked into Gerard's eyes, suddenly realising how beautiful his teacher's eyes were.
"Not particularly," he wondered why Frank asked him the question.
"C-Can you come see my d-dad with me?" Frank's voice was barely a whisper but Gerard still heard him perfectly.
"Will he mind me being there, I mean, I don't want to in-" Frank interrupted Gerard quickly.
"No, no, he won't mind at all..." Frank gulped, trying to stop himself from crying again. Gerard nodded gently.
"Okay," he smiled weakly at Frank, who returned the smile. Gerard's arm snaked round Frank's waist and pulled the student closer to him. He pressed a kiss on the top of Frank's head and held him close.

Notes

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