*Frank's POV*

Belleville, New Jersey. It wasn't much, but I've called it home my entire life. The winters can get a little antagonizing though.

I've been with my partner, Gerard Way, for about two years now, and its been kinda rough. For the most part, its great and we get along just fine. But Gerard is also a alcoholic and a struggling artist. So, yeah it gets tough, not to mention the fact that Gerard isn't the nicest drunk. He never physically hurts me but some times the mental pain wears me out. That's why I'm going to make him a nice dinner tonight, to show him that I'm here for him when he needs me most.

"Gerard, I'm home!!" I say as I walk though our front door. Its a small house, but is got everything we need and its a great place time call home.

I got ne response as I called Gerard a few more time. The a fourth, a faith, a sixth. Still no response. And then I saw it. My beautiful Geebear just lying on the kitchen floor, in a small pool of blood. Its wasn't big enough for him to die from yet,but the fear still lurked in the back of my head. So, I did the only thing that u could do at that moment, call the police.

"Hello, 9-1-1, what's your emergency." said the responding officer.
"Hello, my name is Frank Keep, and I just came home go find my partner unconscious on the kitchen floor!" I stuttered out in between my sobs.
"What's your partners name and address, sir. We will be there as soon as possible. Is there any sign of struggling, and is there any sign of a forced entry time the house?"
"I don't know I just don't know wht to look for." I cried out after I answered her other questions.
" Okay, sir. We will be there as soon as possible."

Please be okay Gerard, I thought, please don't leave me.

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*Gerard's POV*

Black. Pure black. Pitch black. Wht ever you wanted to call it, but it was black. I don't remember anything, I didn't see anything, it just happened. I know someone did it to me, I just don't know who.

The darkness started to fade into the real world, but I know I was still out cold, or maybe dead. I saw Frank moving around frantically trying to do the best he could to help me and the officers. I saw them load my body into the ambulance, and then it drove away. And I saw Frank crying in the back seat saying that if he had just been a little earlier, he could have saved me.

God, I didn't deserve him. He could do so much better than a drunk like me. But he still stays, he still loves me. I guess there's something else he sees in me that he has come to know and love.

I watched them take me into emergency surgery, which seemed a little outlandish for just a blow to the head. And I saw the hook me up to life support, and then I saw the Blackness again.

*Frank's POV*

Two weeks had passed and the nurses told me that if he didn't wake up by tonight, he was gone. They had discovered that the causes if the surgery were a swelling time his brain. He/she, whoever must have hit him at just the right spot.

The nurse came in to tell me that it was time. I cried, I sobbed, I couldn't believe it. My one true love, gone like that.

But then, just as she was about to pull the plug we saw Gerard's eyes flutter, and we herd him say," I love you Frankie." the nurse grabbed the doctor and they began to help him up.

"I love you too, Gee! And we're gonna find who did this to you, and make them pay...."

Notes

That was the first mini story, I hope you like it. Like I said before please send a comment saying wht you want to happen next!! |-/
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