It had been a long time that Frank had felt like this. He wasn't sure how long it had been, but it had been a long time. As he walked through the front doors of his high school, he had his hood over his head and his head hung low. Last night his dad had gotten drunk and angry at him for not doing anything productive with his life. Frank was eighteen and off to college in about four months, but he still didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. And of course, if he said that he wanted to be in a band, his parents would flip. He slowly made his way over to his locker where his friend was standing. Sebastian. Sebastian was a tall and good looking person who had been Frank's best friend for the past fourteen years of his life.
"Hey," He said as Frank approached the minty green colored locker. "We should talk about something."
"And that something is?" Frank asked, gesturing for Sebastian to step out of his way so that he could get to his locker.
"I don't think we should be friends anymore." Was all Sebastian said. Frank felt like he'd just gotten stabbed or something.
His best friend had left him after 14 years for reasons unknown. Going to highschool without a best friend was difficult for most people. Especially when you're gay, people can pick on you a lot for that. Sebastian got Frank, being part of the LGBT community and all. Sebastian was genderfluid and liked guys, and Frank liked guys. The two of them did everything together.
For Frank, the school day seemed to drag on and on. He just wanted to go home and when it was finally time to do so, he grabbed his backpack and ran out of the school.

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A night ago, Frank had tired to leave, tried to get rid of everything all at once but he couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to it. Frank's dad had figured out the guitarists antics and decided to send him to therapy for "troubled teens" which in Frank's eyes, is just a polite way of saying "You're screwed up, we're going to councelling." Frank was the oldest out of four kids and he figured that his dad wanted him to set a good example for the other kids. Frank cared so much about his younger siblings so that was the main reason that he went. Frank's parents really didn't care about him, they just wanted him to set a good example for his siblings as they never did. Frank walked into the room where there were about nine chairs set out, other teens sitting in the chairs. Frank groaned and sat down next to a boy about his age whom had long black hair and sickly pale skin. Frank had never seen him before. He hadn't ever seen any of the people here. Later in the councelling session, he learned that the boy beside him was called Gerard. Gerard Way was the boy with the pale skin and dark hair and eyeliner and band tees. The teens mainly just talked about their problems during this session and Frank tried to be as antisocial as he possibly could while the councellor just listened and nodded her head. Frank realized that's really all she would do. She would nod her head to what the kids were saying, and sometimes occasionally take a sip of tea out of the mug that was beside her. After the group councelling was finished, the kids all stood up. Frank stood up, grabbing his backpack. He wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible so he stared down at the ground, practically running out of the small room but that really wasn't a good idea. He bumped into someone, falling to the ground.
"S-Sorry," Frank apologized, glancing up at the other.
Of course, with Frank's luck he'd ran into Gerard. The other was just staring down at him, looking sorry.
"I-" Frank stuttered before Gerard held out a hand for him. Frank of course took it, standing up and in front of Gerard with a smile. Gerard just apologized to Frank for knocking him over and Frank immediately accepted the apology.
"I'll see you next week," Gerard said and smiled, waving Frank a goodbye.
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Five years later, Frank's twenty three. No one thought he'd make it. The guitarist yawned as he crawled out of bed, his feet landing on the floor with a small thud. Frank smiled wide at the faint smell of coffee and started walking downstairs to the kitchen where he saw Gerard flipping pancakes in the pan. Frank walked over to him, smiling as he snaked his arms around the elder's waist.
"Morning," Frank mumbled, looking up at Gerard.
"Goodmorning," Gerard replied with a wide smile.
Frank never thought he'd make it this far in life, he never thought he'd ever wake up to this and nobody ever thought that about Frank either, except for Gerard. Frank never thought he'd make it this far but for now, everything was perfect.

Notes

I decided to write this because I know a lot of people get depressed. I want you all to know that things will get better, I have total faith! xo

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