The death of Frank Iero.

Gerard had atleast managed to talk his parents out of sending him out for proffesional help. It was a terrible thing to lie about, but Gerard made a faulse confession that he ha started using drugs. The 'reason' for seeing things. That was the only excuse Gerard could think of to put his parents minds at ease, instead of making them think we was insane, even if this lie made them worried and dissapointed in him instead. He just cane up with this bullshit reason about him being stressed at school from being given to many projects and extra work to do in stupid amounts of time. He told them that he had been desperate for a escape and quickly admitted it was a big mistake. Gerard hated seeing his parents look so dissapointed and upset. He hated more that hour long lying about it to his parent was the only option though. He couldnt very well of told them he was seeing a ghost. He most definetly would of been forced into a psyciatric ward.

Frank was always there. Always soaking in Gerards attention, like he had been deprived of it for eons. Sometimes though Frank would just vanish. Fade away right before Gerards eyes. It always happend when he was exauseted.

"Come on Gerard! Play with me!"

Gerard sighed from his desk where he was trying to study. He cursed himself for waiting till last minuet to do that damn test.

"Come on!"

"For the 20th time, no! What part of i have to study dont you understand? And we already fucking tried!" Gerard yelled grabbing onto the pad. "You cant press the buttons, you cant even hold the controller!"

"But im getting better at it, look!" Frank smiled holding up the controller for proof. He was soonley dissapointed when the controller slipped through his hands and fell to the floor. "Oh" he mumbled.

Notes

Sorry its short. Ill sort spellings later! GERARD STOP BEING MEAN TO FRANKIE!