Give me all your poison... (FRERARD)
Doubt.
It was about time the doubt set in.
Currently Mid November, and Gerard had to leave town for some conference he had been secretly planning behind Frank’s back. No detail was shed, and all Gerard had asked his boyfriend to do was housesit for a weekend, and feed his cat. Frank had said yes like a good little boyfriend he was, and the odd thing was-
He was actually glad Gerard was gone.
The guy had been acting really weird since Xander had brought up his past occupation, and Frank had first thought it was because it had included Valentine, but then noticed how Gee would altogether avoid anything to do with music and singing. Roxas had started humming the tune to one of his songs and Gerard had suddenly snapped on her.
~
“Will you stop it, Roxas! I’m trying to fucking work here, Hello!”
Roxas had just stared, too stunned to cry about the sudden rash comment, Frank sitting across the room with his mouth against the floor.
“Gerard she was just humming!” Frank had said in a monotone voice, his normally deep voice raised a tight octave and leaking his italian accent. “She didn't do anything worth being yelled at, and watch your mouth in my god darn house.”
Roxas had backed towards her father, getting behind him. “Well I can’t work when people are being so loud, I’m sorry Roxy for raising my voice at you. And for using bad words.” Gerard apologized but wouldn't look Frank in the eyes.
~
So Frank was just casually hanging out by himself in the huge apartment. Really fucking utterly bored. And he was even more bored because his daughter had decided to make friends, and magically, out of nowhere! go to their house. She was four. Four. And had more friends than Frank had all his life. Not his fault, and he was proud his little girl was growing up. But now would be a good time to have a kid to entertain you.
“Huh,” he said, leaning further into the plush couch in the middle of Gerard’s apartment, peering around for the little black cat he may have or may not have imagined living with him.
~
“You’re so fucking stupid!”
“I didn't think about it okay, I didn't think anything would happen!”
“Well it apparently did Gerard, and when this is all over, I’m going to break your fucking neck.”
~
So there actually was a cat, and it was utterly fucking adorable all curled up on the cushion next to Frank. It purred louder than a lawnmower, and like, nine blenders going at once. “Should I feed you?” the cat just peeked its eye open a bit, and Frank took that as a total yes.
Frankie was rummaging around in the cupboards to find some cat food. He had gone through most except the one under the sink, and the one above it. He tried the one under the sink but it just had a bunch of vases and cleaning supplies that where unopened, and decided to try the one above the sink. He got a stool because the guy was what, like 4’3? Anyways, so hes leaning on the stool, reaching for the handle, and pulls. But It doesnt budge.
“What the fuck?”
Frank jiggles the handles some more, and notices a little tiny lock a little bit hidden under some wood stain. Was somebody trying to hide what was inside, or what? Because that had done a pretty hard-fucking-knock job at it. He couldnt get the thing to budge a fucking millimeter. He thought back to how he could get it unlocked, and then remembered Gerard giving him some keyes.
~
“It’s gonna be okay baby, you’ll be fine.”
“Don’t falsely reassure him dude, that’s just stupid!”
“Shut the fuck up, Pete. He’s just trying to comfort himself.”
“Whatever, Mikeyway.”
“Quiet down! Christ, It’s a hospital, not a college party. Now where did the bullet enter? Point for me.”
~
Frank found the keyes still sitting on top of the dark wood table he had eaten breakfast with Gerard on so many times. There was a silver key for the door, and a few other random ones, and then a little tiny brass key with a red ribbon tied around the top. Apparently to disguise it as a decorative key chain.
“Can’t fool Frank Iero!”
He walked back to the stool, steadying himself so he could get on top. Frank did eventually, but was still wobbling back and forth a lot. He grasped the handle of the cabinet, sliding the key in the tiny hole carefully, turning it until he heard a nice ‘click’.
~
“Uh...right by the shoulder I think?”
“Are you sure?”
“What- Why are you asking me, you’re the fucking doctor!”
“You where there weren’t you?”
“No.”
“Fuck, oh dear. This does not look good.”
“Did she just say Fuck, did I just hear a doctor say fuck?, because now I am really freaking out.”
~
Fucking poison and pills.
That’s what was locked inside the cabinet, a shit load of alcohol, and a ton of prescription pills. Vodka, at least nine bottles, Whiskey. Half a dozen bottles of rum, and three of tequila. Prescription pills that Frank had first thought were stolen until he read the labels.
[Name: Gerard Way]
[15oz of Prozac;Fluoxetine]
[Two tablets a day until anxiety recedes, do NOT take more than Four a day unless consulted by a doctor.]
[Outpatients Name: Gerard Arthur Way]
[23v.oz of Xanax;Alprazolam]
[One tablet a day until the end of the month. Two extra tablets are in the prescription incase one does not work in a critical instance.]
[Refill Date: December 12, 2002]
Frank opened that one and looked inside. There was supposed to be 33 tablets inside, and only four pills where at the bottom of the orange container. That meant...that meant Gerard had been taking way too many if he still had another Twenty-Two days left until his refill. Okay, he thought. Gerard had some mental problems, he wasnt mad. What he was mad about was that his boyfriend had apparently an abuse problem. Alcohol, Depression, and Pill popping.
~
“Is he gonna be okay?”
I wouldnt front the scene if you paid me, I’m just the way that the doctor made me.
“Mr.Way...I’m not sure, we aren’t sure at this point.”
Love is the red rose on your coffin door, What’s life like bleeding on the floor?
“How can you be ‘not sure’? What, you’re just gonna let my brother fucking cry his eyes out because you don’t want to tell him what’s going on? Fuck you! Fuck you, you bitch!”
You'll never make me leave, I wear this on my sleeve ,Give me a reason to believe.
“Mikey!”
Preach all you want but who's gonna save me? I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load.
“Sir! We do not condone violence in St.Gabriel’s Hospital. If you do not refrain yourself, we’ll have to ask you to leave.”
~
He was putting the bottle back into the cabinet when somebody knocked loudly on the door. Frank shoved everything back inside, quickly locking the door before falling off the stool and running to the door. He swung it open, meeting the eyes of somebody he recognized but not quite.
“Hey baby, oh wait. It’s you. Fucking midget.”
Frank cringed, leaning away from the tall man with dark black hair and sharp as fucking ice blue eyes. “Valentine, I told you to leave Gerard the fuck alone.”
“Well, that’s no fun.” Valentine said smirking, readjusting his jacket. That’s when Frank noticed the way he had one of his hands tucked awkwardly into the underside of his bluejean jacket.
“Whatcha got there?”
Valentine pulled his hand out, and a shining silver revolver was comftorably in his hand. “This aint what you want, but I’ll fire at will.” Frank stumbled back, trying to close the door, but Valentine was too quick, too prepared.
The shot hit Frank just above the shoulder.
~
“He awake yet?”
“No.”
“Which one of you is Mr.Way? Frank’s partner?”
“Me.”
“We don’t know if Frank will make it through the night, sir.”
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son ,It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you run.
So give me all your poison ,And give me all your pills, And give me all your hopeless hearts...
And make me ill.
You're running after something ,That you'll never kill.
If this is what you want,
Then fire at will.
Currently Mid November, and Gerard had to leave town for some conference he had been secretly planning behind Frank’s back. No detail was shed, and all Gerard had asked his boyfriend to do was housesit for a weekend, and feed his cat. Frank had said yes like a good little boyfriend he was, and the odd thing was-
He was actually glad Gerard was gone.
The guy had been acting really weird since Xander had brought up his past occupation, and Frank had first thought it was because it had included Valentine, but then noticed how Gee would altogether avoid anything to do with music and singing. Roxas had started humming the tune to one of his songs and Gerard had suddenly snapped on her.
~
“Will you stop it, Roxas! I’m trying to fucking work here, Hello!”
Roxas had just stared, too stunned to cry about the sudden rash comment, Frank sitting across the room with his mouth against the floor.
“Gerard she was just humming!” Frank had said in a monotone voice, his normally deep voice raised a tight octave and leaking his italian accent. “She didn't do anything worth being yelled at, and watch your mouth in my god darn house.”
Roxas had backed towards her father, getting behind him. “Well I can’t work when people are being so loud, I’m sorry Roxy for raising my voice at you. And for using bad words.” Gerard apologized but wouldn't look Frank in the eyes.
~
So Frank was just casually hanging out by himself in the huge apartment. Really fucking utterly bored. And he was even more bored because his daughter had decided to make friends, and magically, out of nowhere! go to their house. She was four. Four. And had more friends than Frank had all his life. Not his fault, and he was proud his little girl was growing up. But now would be a good time to have a kid to entertain you.
“Huh,” he said, leaning further into the plush couch in the middle of Gerard’s apartment, peering around for the little black cat he may have or may not have imagined living with him.
~
“You’re so fucking stupid!”
“I didn't think about it okay, I didn't think anything would happen!”
“Well it apparently did Gerard, and when this is all over, I’m going to break your fucking neck.”
~
So there actually was a cat, and it was utterly fucking adorable all curled up on the cushion next to Frank. It purred louder than a lawnmower, and like, nine blenders going at once. “Should I feed you?” the cat just peeked its eye open a bit, and Frank took that as a total yes.
Frankie was rummaging around in the cupboards to find some cat food. He had gone through most except the one under the sink, and the one above it. He tried the one under the sink but it just had a bunch of vases and cleaning supplies that where unopened, and decided to try the one above the sink. He got a stool because the guy was what, like 4’3? Anyways, so hes leaning on the stool, reaching for the handle, and pulls. But It doesnt budge.
“What the fuck?”
Frank jiggles the handles some more, and notices a little tiny lock a little bit hidden under some wood stain. Was somebody trying to hide what was inside, or what? Because that had done a pretty hard-fucking-knock job at it. He couldnt get the thing to budge a fucking millimeter. He thought back to how he could get it unlocked, and then remembered Gerard giving him some keyes.
~
“It’s gonna be okay baby, you’ll be fine.”
“Don’t falsely reassure him dude, that’s just stupid!”
“Shut the fuck up, Pete. He’s just trying to comfort himself.”
“Whatever, Mikeyway.”
“Quiet down! Christ, It’s a hospital, not a college party. Now where did the bullet enter? Point for me.”
~
Frank found the keyes still sitting on top of the dark wood table he had eaten breakfast with Gerard on so many times. There was a silver key for the door, and a few other random ones, and then a little tiny brass key with a red ribbon tied around the top. Apparently to disguise it as a decorative key chain.
“Can’t fool Frank Iero!”
He walked back to the stool, steadying himself so he could get on top. Frank did eventually, but was still wobbling back and forth a lot. He grasped the handle of the cabinet, sliding the key in the tiny hole carefully, turning it until he heard a nice ‘click’.
~
“Uh...right by the shoulder I think?”
“Are you sure?”
“What- Why are you asking me, you’re the fucking doctor!”
“You where there weren’t you?”
“No.”
“Fuck, oh dear. This does not look good.”
“Did she just say Fuck, did I just hear a doctor say fuck?, because now I am really freaking out.”
~
Fucking poison and pills.
That’s what was locked inside the cabinet, a shit load of alcohol, and a ton of prescription pills. Vodka, at least nine bottles, Whiskey. Half a dozen bottles of rum, and three of tequila. Prescription pills that Frank had first thought were stolen until he read the labels.
[Name: Gerard Way]
[15oz of Prozac;Fluoxetine]
[Two tablets a day until anxiety recedes, do NOT take more than Four a day unless consulted by a doctor.]
[Outpatients Name: Gerard Arthur Way]
[23v.oz of Xanax;Alprazolam]
[One tablet a day until the end of the month. Two extra tablets are in the prescription incase one does not work in a critical instance.]
[Refill Date: December 12, 2002]
Frank opened that one and looked inside. There was supposed to be 33 tablets inside, and only four pills where at the bottom of the orange container. That meant...that meant Gerard had been taking way too many if he still had another Twenty-Two days left until his refill. Okay, he thought. Gerard had some mental problems, he wasnt mad. What he was mad about was that his boyfriend had apparently an abuse problem. Alcohol, Depression, and Pill popping.
~
“Is he gonna be okay?”
I wouldnt front the scene if you paid me, I’m just the way that the doctor made me.
“Mr.Way...I’m not sure, we aren’t sure at this point.”
Love is the red rose on your coffin door, What’s life like bleeding on the floor?
“How can you be ‘not sure’? What, you’re just gonna let my brother fucking cry his eyes out because you don’t want to tell him what’s going on? Fuck you! Fuck you, you bitch!”
You'll never make me leave, I wear this on my sleeve ,Give me a reason to believe.
“Mikey!”
Preach all you want but who's gonna save me? I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load.
“Sir! We do not condone violence in St.Gabriel’s Hospital. If you do not refrain yourself, we’ll have to ask you to leave.”
~
He was putting the bottle back into the cabinet when somebody knocked loudly on the door. Frank shoved everything back inside, quickly locking the door before falling off the stool and running to the door. He swung it open, meeting the eyes of somebody he recognized but not quite.
“Hey baby, oh wait. It’s you. Fucking midget.”
Frank cringed, leaning away from the tall man with dark black hair and sharp as fucking ice blue eyes. “Valentine, I told you to leave Gerard the fuck alone.”
“Well, that’s no fun.” Valentine said smirking, readjusting his jacket. That’s when Frank noticed the way he had one of his hands tucked awkwardly into the underside of his bluejean jacket.
“Whatcha got there?”
Valentine pulled his hand out, and a shining silver revolver was comftorably in his hand. “This aint what you want, but I’ll fire at will.” Frank stumbled back, trying to close the door, but Valentine was too quick, too prepared.
The shot hit Frank just above the shoulder.
~
“He awake yet?”
“No.”
“Which one of you is Mr.Way? Frank’s partner?”
“Me.”
“We don’t know if Frank will make it through the night, sir.”
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son ,It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you run.
So give me all your poison ,And give me all your pills, And give me all your hopeless hearts...
And make me ill.
You're running after something ,That you'll never kill.
If this is what you want,
Then fire at will.
Notes
I promise it will turn out alright. Guys, what do you think comes after Give me all your poison...Give me all your pills! Duh!
But this story still has about 5-10 chapters left. No guarantee it will end happily, but I already started the sequel *winks*, so don't worry about it. You'll have a whole other book to get happy about. And trust me, it's way cool.
Have a good one Lovelies,
XoXo Sage
@GeesGirl!
http://www.yummly.com/recipes/vegan-seitan-noodle-soup it was seitan meat! so it was fake :)
6/2/14