My Angel

Gerard's POV Damn it, I hate hospitals. The doctors that just want to stick needles inside you and cut you open and give you nothing but bad fucking news. Oh, and Linda's pissed at me now. Great. Fucking wonderful. Well, once we finally got to leave (thank god!), I went to Frank's house with him. I stayed with him at the hospital the rest of Christmas day and missed Christmas dinner. We didn't even get to leave until like, midnight. Goddamn. They gave Frank some crutches, because his foot was indeed, broken. No mistakes could've been made about that. Well, at least Frank gets out of school for a few days. But I'll miss him. I could've stayed, but I'm pretty sure mom told the cops and the school that I was found. I'm probably on the fucking news. Who knows? I was laying in bed next to Frank, curling up beside him. His dad wasn't home but his mom was. I was grateful for that, because hell, if Frank's dad saw me with Frank, I'd die. No lie. Maybe - no, Frank's definitely worth it all. "Hey Frankie," I whispered into the quiet room. I was holding his hand, intertwining our fingers. I looked over at him; he was so beautiful. He was an angel. My angel. My angel. And most definitely mine now. For sure. I loved Frank with all my heart - no, with all my existence. He was the love of my existence and I was eternally grateful for him. I was eternally grateful to have found him, or rather, for him to have found me. I needed him the most in my life. He was the only one I could've pictured myself with. I mean, we'd only known each other 3 months, but our love was strong. We found love somehow, at some time. And that was the most beautiful thing in the universe. "Yeah, baby?" He replied, staring at the ceiling in the dim light. He didn't look at me though. And he kept his voice low: barely more than a whisper. "Je t'aime," I whispered. He then turned to look at me perplexedly, sitting up halfway and propping himself up on his elbow, tilting his head to the side. "It means 'I love you' in french," I clarified. He nodded. "Je t'aime," he whispered back, pressing his lips to mine. I deepened the kiss, grabbing onto his shoulders as he half hovered above me, propping himself up with both of his elbows and using his hands to place them on my cheeks. I knew we couldn't really have sex because of Frank's foot, but that didn't mean we couldn't make out a little. I slid my tongue into his mouth, exploring all I could. He did the same, sliding one of his hands down my chest. We broke apart after that, just looking into each other's eyes. We laid in silence after that, until I realized Frank fell asleep. - I left Frank's. I needed to go back home to let mom know where I was. It was fucking cold at 2AM. Thankfully, I had my hoodie. I was taking the shortcut to my house, which is through the woods, when I stopped. I heard something. Heavy breathing. I turned around to see no other that Bert McCracken. He looked like a total fucking maniac. Now that I mention him, I hadn't seen him in way over two months or more. But one thing caught my eye though. Bert was clutching a knife. "You... I hate you, Way..." He said in a devilish tone. My breath hitched. I watched as he slowly made his way closer to me. He stopped about ten feet away. He looked extremely evil. Especially at night. He kinda made me think of Satan. "You wanna know why, asshole? It's 'cause you took her. You stole Lindsey from me, you selfish little shit. And I fucking hate your guts. More than ever. And now, I think I kinda want to kill you. For real." "Bert... Just stop... I didn't take Lindsey from you. She left you. I'm sorry, Bert, but she's a lesbian now. She has a girlfriend. I couldn't do anything about that, okay?" I tried to reason with him... I didn't want trouble. I was tired and I needed to go check on Mikey. I didn't have much far to walk... But Bert gave me this evil demonic glare. Then, in this murderous voice, he said, "Liar." I just stared. I was fucking scared to death. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak... I was all tense and I felt like my body locked itself up. I was fucking frozen. The next thing I knew, Bert yelled and then he tackled me. I tried my hardest to get the maniac off of me so I could run. But he wouldn't budge. And before I knew what was going on, Bert was cutting into my stomach. Stabbing me. It fucking hurt like hell. I screamed out in agony. The pain was too much. I started to fall unconscious and closed my eyes when suddenly, all the pain stopped. Maybe I started to go numb. I guess he had stopped. My eyes opened. I took a quick look around. It was dark. I could barely make out anything. Maybe I was dreaming after all. I briefly closed my eyes again. Then suddenly, I felt cold lips pressing against mine. They lingered for a moment, before they pulled away. I knew exactly who they belonged to. I opened my eyes to find no other than exactly who I was expecting. My angel. "Frankie," I gurgled. I could still barely move for some reason. So I just looked up at him. He looked like more of an angel now than ever. He was dressed in all white. He looked very beautiful. Well, more beautiful. And I swear to god, he looked like he was literally glowing. "Hello, Gerard," he smiled. He looked so relaxed. I just kept staring at him. God, he's so beautiful. Always. And right now he seems so... Flawless. I just wanted to kiss him again. I love him so much. "I love you," I smiled back. He crouched beside me. Then he pushed a piece of hair out of my face. I just laid there. I could barely move at all. What the hell is going on with me?? "What are you doing here? How are you...? You're foot..." My head must be fucking with me. "I love you, too," he replied. He kept staring into my eyes. He ignored my question, but I didn't care too much. And I was looking right back into his. This moment was so perfect. I tried to move and sit up, but I couldn't. I could barely move at all. I instantly was scared again. "Frank...?" I whimpered. I didn't wanna cry, but for some reason, I couldn't help it. I could only move my arms and my head and my face. I wiped away my tears and continued to look into Frank's eyes. They were so pretty. Always so perfect. My tears kept slowly trickling out. He looked deeper into my eyes. He got onto his knees and outstretched his hand slightly. I looked at him, puzzled. All he did was smile. "Take my fucking hand and never be afraid again," he said softly. I didn't know how he was gonna manage to make me lose all of my fears or whatever he was planning, but I trusted Frank with every bit of my heart. I took ahold of his hand. He smiled again. He pulled me closer to him and he was holding me in his arms. "Je t'aime, remember?" I nodded. "Now shut your eyes, and sleep. Just sleep," he whispered softly. He kissed my forehead and I closed my eyes. I smiled to myself as I thought of all of my memories with Frank. When we first met, the first time we kissed, the first time we made love yesterday, everything. One memory lingered in my brain for a moment though. It was Christmas, yesterday, in fact. I was sure of that. When I wrote that note to Frank that all I wanted for Christmas was him... And then the kiss and love that followed later. He was just about to enter me, I remember, and then I told him I loved him. And then he told me he loved me. That was one of my greatest memories. "Je t'aime, Gerard... Just sleep." As I thought of all of these memories, I was drifting off into a deep sleep. One thing happened when I finally fell asleep though. As Frank was holding me in his arms and I was finally drifting away... For the first time in forever, I finally realized I wasn't afraid anymore. ... And I opened my eyes.

Notes

Not the end of this yet.

Ps if you didn't know, Je T'aime means "I Love You" in French :)