I Wanna Be Yours

Frank’s Point Of View
The night after the Tim Burton marathon, I got a call. This call was from someone who I may have love at some point of time, someone who thinks I still do, someone who has the power to ruin everything I have with Gerard. My girlfriend. I don’t know why I never called it off with her. I just don’t think I have it in me to do so.
I stared at my phone nervously, not knowing what to do. She has so much power, if she were to find out my feelings for Gerard, she could potentially ruin everything. Just the thought of what she could do made me feel sick to my stomach. I threw my phone across the room and began to cry. Why did I have to be like this? Why did I have to go have feelings for Gerard? Why did I always have to get so over attached to people to the point where I couldn’t tell somebody I don’t love them like I did yesterday?
I felt the panic rising up in my body and I felt myself losing control. I couldn’t do this again; I had to control what is happening. I can’t live like this anymore.
I stood up and blindly made my way to the bathroom. I felt for the mirror cabinet, and quickly got a hold of the handles. I whipped the small doors open and felt for a bottle of pills. I didn’t care what, but In the heat of the moment, I believed anything would stop this. Oh how wrong I was.
Everything around me was changed rapidly. Morphing into animals I could no longer identify. I forgot who I was I forgot why I did this. All I knew was that I had a feeling I needed to erase, and I believe this did the job.
I chuckled at myself for no reason in particular as I began to slip away. Dark spots interfered with my vision until everything was pitch black and my body slammed to the ground. This is exactly what I wanted right?

Gerard’s Point Of View
Mikey and I had gone out for the day. We bought tons of comic books, and posters. I got tons of art supplies and bought Mikey a unicorn figurine just for gags. Just before Mikey and I left the mall an idea hit me. “Hey Mikey, do you think we could have a batman marathon with Frank tonight?” Mikey rolled his eyes. “why not just you and I, like old days? Why does that punk with a lack of love for Tim Burton have to come? “ Mikey pouted. “shut up Mikes. You like him, I know you do.” “fine..” I beamed at him and attacked him with a bear hug.
“Anyways… I’m gonna call Frankie!” I searched for his contact and selected it. The phone rang once before going to voicemail. “huh… guess he turned off his phone.”
“text him.” Mikey suggested. I nodded and went to our conversations
TO: Frankie <3
Hey Frankie! Mikey and I were going to have a batman marathon. Just wondering if you wanted to come?

It was about six hours since I had sent that text, and still no reply. I’m not one to get over-attached (easily anyways), but I was beginning to get worried about him. I do believe we were close enough that he would tell him his reasoning to not answering me for six hours. And also there’s the fact that this is totally unlike Frank. I haven’t done anything to him so there’s no reason for him to be ignoring me…
“Mikey, I’m going to check up on Frank. I want to make sure he’s okay.”
“don’t get too over-attached, Gee.” I nodded and began to walk towards the car “wait!” I said, spinning around “can you walk home?” Mikey laughed and nodded and I ran to the parking lot.
*TIME LAPSE*
As I drove, I began to feel my stomach clench up and I just wasn’t feeling right. I push my foot on the gas pedal a little more.
Soon I arrived at Frank’s condo. I quickly got out of the car and ran to the front desk. “hi, my friend, Frank Anthony Iero is staying in this condo and I was wondering if I could get his room number and a key?” I said. As I saw her eyebrow raise, I slid fifty dollars onto the counter and she smiled “right away, sir.”
Once I got the key and number, I made my way to his floor and opened the door. “Frank? Hi, sorry that this seems creepy I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I was getting a gut feeling and you weren’t replying to your-“ I stopped as I walked into the bathroom and saw my beloved Frank lying on the bathroom floor, passed out, open pill bottles surrounding him. I let out a scream so loud, I’m surprised nobody came to make sure I was okay. “FRANK? FRANK!” I sobbed, trying to shake his body back to life.
I picked up his unconscious body and carried him out his apartment, closing the door behind me. Once I was downstairs, I placed his body on a chair. Nervous and sweaty, I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. After three rings they picked up. Knowing the questions they were about to ask off by heart, I answered before the officer even got a chance to speak. “Hello. I am Gerard Way, I am twenty one years old. Currently, I am in the condo nearest to the walmart off cemetery drive. My friend, Frank Iero over dosed and is currently unconscious.”
“all right, sir. Please remain calm. We will arrive as soon as possible.” They hung up and I began to sob. The lady at the front came up to me. “is everything alright? Anything we can do to comfort you, sir?’ I shook my head “im fine thanks..” I mumbled quietly, beginning to shake.
“oh frank…”

Notes

sorry? sorry I havent been on. I went to the hospital and couldnt use my computer for a while. Then I went on vacation and then school started so...