Don't ask me how I knew his name. I was more than well aware that he had never said it himself. Maybe I can get off on the excuse that I've heard a lot about the Way brothers... I thought quietly to myself.

Gerard nodded slowly and kept his eyes on me instead of on the razor. That was weird for me. It was like he wasn't afraid of it or afraid of me. I was thankful for that though. I cleared my throat and said a little louder, "I'm not ready to give it up yet."

"That's okay, Frankie," he whispered, calling me by the nickname that hadn't been used since I was six. There was something comforting in it. It took me back to a time in my life when life didn't revolve around death. It took me to a time when I had it all and when I didn't have a care in the world. I slipped the razor back into my pocket. Gerard smiled.

"Why do you care?" I asked suddenly. "I'm only hurting myself."

"One, your life is important," Gerard said simply. Good luck getting me to believe that one, big shot. "Two, it affects other people, but that's something to talk about later."

"Other people like who?" I spat with irritation.

"Well," Mikey finally spoke, "for one, that girl who just stopped you." I rose an eyebrow in question. "Her palm is bleeding."

"What?"

Gerard took over now, cutting Mikey a glance that told him to shut up before he screwed up big time, "The razor cut her palm."

I felt my face flush of color as I looked for her then got up and ran to her. This was all my fault. There's no telling what all was in my blood on the razor. For all we know, she could have ended up getting rust poisoning or something! I knelt beside her when I found her. She had her hand wrapped into an old jacket.

"Are you okay?" I asked urgently. "Let me see. I'm so sorry! This wasn't supposed to happen!"

"Frank," she said softly, warmly, not even a touch of panic in her voice, "calm down, okay? I'm fine."

"No," I said sternly. "Let me see your hand." She untwisted her hand from the jacket that was a rather pretty shade of red. I shook myself and looked at her hand. I wish I could go this deep on myself... I thought quietly then cleared my throat. "This is not fine."

"It will be," she said simply. "Stop looking at it. You're gonna trigger yourself."

"Babe, my life is a trigger," I said simply as I pulled a pair of gloves out of my pocket. "Clean up then put these on. It might sting a little, but the cloth will catch any stray blood." I looked into her eyes when I sensed she was about to defy me again. "Please."

Notes

Sorry for the long wait! A friend requested a different fanfic for her birthday, but this is back now. Yay. Thank y'all by the way for the subscriptions and votes and comments! I'm so happy y'all are liking this! If there's anything specific you wanna see happen, drop a comment, and if I can make it work, I will.