The Angel In My Attic

*Gerard’s P.O.V.*
“Oh Frank, were going to get through all of this shit together. Okay?”
“Okay” I smiled at him. I was going to help him, I knew I had to. I wish I remembered him, who he was to me, who I was to him. He was familiar to me, but I just didn’t remember anything about him. He sat next to me and we talked for a long time, about comics and music and anything else that popped into our heads. Eventually Frank had to leave and the minute he had left I felt so empty, like part of me was missing.
He came back everyday to see me, even though he had been released from the hospital the day after I woke up. We spent a lot of time together, but none of my memories had come back. He’d look at me everyday disappointed that I couldn’t remember. I knew it killed him to visit someone who didn’t even remember you. I tried so hard to remember, but nothing came back. I was going to be released in a few day, but I was kind of scared I wouldn’t see Frank again.
“Hey Frank, so I’m going to be released in two days.” I said when we were playing stupid hospital video games. “oh” was all he muttered. Oh? why just oh?
“Whats the matter Frank isn’t that good?” I said, really confused to why he would worry.
“It’s great Gee, really.” I paused the game and looked at him. Finally he looked over at me and our eyes met.
“No Frank, something is bothering you and I want to know what is. Please Frank just tell me,” I pleaded. He studied me then looked away. He exhaled a breath and looked around the room.
“See the thing is Gee, I’m afraid you’ll stop wanting to see me and spend time with me, because you can’t remember me. I’m afraid I’ll lose you, and I know I’m stupid, but I do want to lose you again.” He said never looking in my eyes.
“Frank thats stupid, you never lost me.” He looked up at me crying then his face got red and his brow furrowed.
“Gerard I already lost you, you’ll never remember me, and if you do you’ll remember what you said to me. You said you didn’t like me. So I have lost you before, and you know what? I think I’m done waiting Gerard. I think I’m done waiting for you to remember me, because I don’t want to come back and you remember me and not like me back the way I like you. I can’t handle that so I won’t. I tell you this, I loved you, still love you, but I can’t wait any longer for you to break my heart again. Good bye Gee.” With that the angry crying Frank ran out the door without looking back.
I felt horrible. I felt like shit. Did I like Frank? Why’d I say I didn’t like him? He loved me? Fuck I always messed everything up without even meaning to. Its my gift! Or should I say my curse. Thats one of the causes of why I’d unsuccessfully tried to off myself. So many others, I wish it would all go away. If I had a bottle of liquor I could wash it all away, just like old times. Maybe take a few of those pills again, feel everything go numb. I missed all of that. So what if I was slowly killing myself? It was a beautiful feeling, to feel nothing, but the warmth that slows everything down, and the alcohol that makes everything fuzzy, and funny.
I can’t think like this, I have to get better for Mikey. I’ve put him through so much shit, I have to be strong and not do anything stupid. I need to apologise to Frank too. For whatever I did before, and for not remembering him now. I had to make things right with everyone.
I decided to take a shower. Showers had always helped me think, might be because they helped me sober up, but moving on a shower would also be relaxing. I shuffled into the little bathroom slowly, as I still wasn’t use to using my feet and legs, and well walking. I turned on the water and waited for it to heat up before sliding out of my batman pajamas that my mum had sent for me. I slowly climbed in and stood under the hot water. Slowly I began to wash my hair and the rest of me.
Taking the shower, actually accomplished nothing of what I thought it would. I didn’t know what to do about Frank except to apologise profusely. Slowly i made my way out of the shower, but then I lost my balance and everything went black.

A FEW HOURS LATER
Everything was black. Was I in Franks attic again? Usually it isn’t this dark, or quiet. What the hell.
“Gerard, hey! Gerard wake up, you need to open your eyes. I know you can hear me. Please Gerard open your eyes” I heard someone say. So not in Franks attic. Slowly I opened my eyes, but everything was so bright it hurt. My head hurt too, a lot. I finally opened my eyes to see a hospital room.
“Hey good you're awake! So next time you take a shower someones going to need to monitor you as you fell and very nearly gave yourself a concussion.” Ray said smiling.
“Wheres Frank?” I said immediately.
“I dunno. Stormed out of here yesterday muttering to himself about how you don’t remember him.” Ray said while reading his chart.
“Call him Ray, tell him we need to talk. I really need to see him. Please Ray? Please make sure he comes!”
“Alright alright, chill, I’ll call him and make sure he comes.”
It seemed like centuries before Frank came and when he did arrive I was right there to greet him. The minute he walked in the room I wrapped myself around him and slammed my lips against his. At first he didn’t respond to the kissing, but then he started moving his lips with mine. Finally we pulled apart and I looked to see him crying.
“Aw Frankie baby, don’t cry, please. I want you to know that I love you and I always did.” He looked at me in confusion. “I remember Frankie, I remember it all. I remember telling you I didn’t like you, and it killed me love. Why? Because I loved you so much, but I was only what I thought was a ghost. I’m the one who called 911 when I saw you lying on the ground, barely alive. I just couldn’t lose you. I remember it all, and I’m so sorry that I told I didn’t like you. I love you Frank Iero. And now that I’m alive there is no getting rid of me.” I could barely contain my tears as I said this. Frank couldn’t stop crying through my whole confession, and when I was done I pulled him into my arms and he cried on my chest, arms wrapped around me.
We stayed like this for what seemed like forever. Not saying a word just enjoying each others company, and finally being able to touch each other. Frank stayed the night with me, wrapped up in my arms on the small hospital bed. I was the best nights rest I had ever gotten in my arms and it was all because of Frank.

Notes

Im sorry im sorry im soooo sooo sorry. I'm an awful person, I know. I havent update this in over a month and im reallly really sorry. I hope you enjoy this, theres going to be one more part to this the it over. Thank you for reading, love you all <3