I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank

Fuck This

*Warning: This chapter contains content that could be considered a trigger*

{Frank's POV}

I shouldn't have lied to Gerard about my Mom wondering where I was.

I just needed a reason to leave though.

It wasn't because I was sick of them all.

Fuck, I never wanted to leave.

But I had to.

There was something I needed to do.

Something that had been on my mind for hours.

And until I had done it, I wouldn't be very good company.

I knew my Mom wouldn't be home yet.

She had only been gone two weeks.

Her longest was a month.

If I knew her like I thought I did, given her current streak, she would be back in the next two to seven days.

Thank fuck I only lived around the corner.

When I reached my door I fumbled for my key that hadn't moved from my pants pocket.

I was shaking so it took a few good attempts to actually fit the key in the lock and turn it.

I slammed the door and locked it behind me.

I pried my converse off and discarded them across the room.

I noticed my phone on the coffee table and cautiously picked it up.

No new messages.

No nothing.

Oh wait, I did have something.

A Twitter notification.

I hesitantly opened the app, postponing my one objective that was the only thing on my mind a few minutes ago.

I had a mention.

Someone had mentioned me in a tweet.

Um okay.

"@FrankIero Go kill yourself emo"

Ah lovely.

I had no idea why I had this account.

All I did was tweet about my favourite bands and read people's replies telling me I'm emo and to die.

I hardly went on it too.

Still, I didn't delete the account.

I read every comment and replied to every one.

I knew I shouldn't have and it would only make things worse but I couldn't help myself.

"@TreyIsSoAwesome Thank you."

Less than one minute later I got a reply:

"@FrankIero I'll thank you when you're dead"

Well, that notification hadn't changed my mind at all.

If anything. it gave me another reason to go ahead with it.

I chucked my phone on the sofa and ran up the stairs.

I threw my bedroom door open which resulted in it bouncing off the wall and closing behind me.

I ignored it.

Only one thing occupied my mind.

I had to.