We're Broken.

Walking home, Green Day blasting through my headphones, normal day right? FUCKING WRONG. I was walking down the road but I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling I had that something was happening, something terrible. I looked to the left at the house 5 doors down from mine that really just looked like it was falling apart, but that's not important. What's important is the small boy that was hanging from a ceiling fan in the kitchen. Without giving any shits about oncoming cars, I sprinted to the door to find it locked, so I punched my fist through the window, not even caring about the fact that there was shattered glass in my hand. I grabbed a chair, stood on it to take the noose from around his neck, threw him over my shoulder and ran to the ER, picking up his note on the way out. Once we got to the hospital, there wasn't much I could do except scream at everybody in the hospital until they allowed me to stay with him. He was unconscious, if I hadn't found him when I did, he would've been dead.

The suicide note: To the poor bastard that finds me dead:
Tell Oli and Lee to go fuck themselves and that I'll see them in hell. Also, tell my mother (although I'm sure she won't care); that she wasn't mother to me in any way, shape or form. Tell Pete that I loved him.
Congratulations everybody, you got what you wanted.
Frank Anthony Iero is no longer suffering from being a person.

Wow. Whoever pushed him to this really does need to burn in hell, because he didn't deserve this, no one does. I hope he makes it because if he lives I want to be the one to be there for him, to make sure nothing ever happens to him again. The only things I know about him are that his name is Frank and he's gay, because the note said to tell Pete that he loved him.

As I had a fight with myself in my head about how stupid I was being for caring more about his sexuality than him in those few minutes,I heard something coming from the direction of Frank's bed. OH. He's awake. He was staring at me with huge wet eyes and I just wanted to hold him and tell him to cry so he could get it all out. But I didn't. "W-who are y-you?", he asked all shy-like. "My name's Gerard. I saw you hanging from your ceiling fan so I brought you here." I said. "Who the fuck told you to do that hm? Obviously I wanted to die so why couldn't you let me? I didn't want anyone to find me okay. This is none of your business. Leave. Right now. Get the fuck out." woah, not even a stutter. What happened to cute, shy Frank? I know he's bullshitting me.

"Save your shit for someone who's dumb enough to believe it. Your intention was to die but you wanted someone to find you. Why the fuck else would you leave your windows open? You hoped someone would see you and rescue you because as much as you hate it, you're not done with this life. So, Frank; what's your story?" I could tell I was really starting to piss him off.

"I said LEAVE asshole. And I don't have a story. Except this one: Pete Wentz is the great love of my life." Liar. This guy is a fucking liar.

"STOP IT MAN. YOU'RE LYING AND IT'S ANNOYING. PETE WENTZ IS NOT, NOR WILL HE EVER BE THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE. WANNA KNOW HOW I KNOW THAT, MOTHERFUCKER? BECAUSE HE WASN'T ENOUGH FOR YOU TO STAY. NOTHING WAS ENOUGH FOR YOU SO DO ME A FAVOR AND CUT THE CRAP AND JUST TALK STRAIGHT WITH ME I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU GOD DAMN." I was just so angry. He had no one and even when I tried, he still wouldn't let me in. I'm pretty sure my knuckles went white from how hard I was clenching my fist. I looked over at Frank to see him sobbing into his hands. I leaned over and peeled his hands away from his face and laced my fingers with his. I guess that's all he needed because after that he told me 3 words I hoped I would never have to hear again in my life.

"Pete rapes me."

Notes

Hey, it's Neina again :) I wanted to start a new story since the other was kind of going nowhere but I'll either continue that one or restart it, but I'll only do that if you guys tell me to so please comment on this one and the other one :)