'no it wouldn't frank! it would be terrible living life without you cause i love you'
Frank sat down and so did we. he looked at us with sadness and regret.
"you don't have to if you can't..."abi smiled. frank shot her a weary grin and sighed.
"i've got to...only then you might be able to save me." he said, sadness drowing his voice.
"well, when you're ready then frank..." kat said encouragingly. frank cleared his throat and began.
"as you know...i..have er..um..cut before." frank winced and countinued. i had to admit i winced too.
"but i have good reasons for all that i do..."
"what do you do frank? oh sorry thats a bit perso---" megan began but frank cut her off.
"no no, you all have a right to know. well...i cut, take drugs and attempt to die anyway i can. well, i've had alot of fail suicide attempts, about 70 so far and still counting." frank sighed and realised what he had just said.
"oh god, i shouldn't have said that!...i should go and lea--"
"NO...Stay...Tell...Let Us Help." kat glared and put emphasis on each word. frank sighed and looked at her straight in the eye. the sort of look that could cut through solid steel, deep and sorrowful.
"i guess i have no choice then do i." frank sighed in defeat.
"no, so tell us why...why do you?" kat asked, her voice softer and sweeter.
"my..uh..umm..parents." frank stuttered.
"w-why? surely they wouldn't want you to do that?!" megan piped up.
"sure." frank replied sarcasticly, venom tainted his golden voice. frank stood up and leant against the tree, the sun reflecting each and every scar on his body. the scars were pure white and spine chilling. some were more recent; red with ugly stitches though somehow frank made them look almost fashionable, then again frank could go outside in a chicken suit and still look adorable. the worst scars were near his heart. i died a little inside looking at them.
"what do you mean frank?" megan asked. frank looked at her with anger blazing in his eyes.
"they did this to me! they HATE me. everyday i come home and it's another beating. since the age of 5 i've been beat up on a regular basis. the worst time being when i was 8, my dad left me to die in the woods. my lungs had collapsed, my ribs were broken and so were most of my bones. i was found by two dog walkers and taken straight to A&E. i died in hospital only to be brought back to life. i was in a coma for 5 years and woke up when i was 13." frank looked away.
"and after that i've been a punching bag for as long as i can remember. see this.---frank showed us his back, there was one large scar running straight down it--- they did this to me only 2 weeks ago!" frank turned to face us, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"they tell me everyday that i was an accident and that if i wasn't here, they would be able to have great lives. i stopped them from having a life. i did that, and it's all my fault. it's my fault my parents hate me, it's my fault i feel the need to end my life and it's my fault i'm probally gonna die tommorow. who knows? who gives a flying fuck about me? no-one thats who, NO-ONE!" frank screamed beofre breaking down into a uncontrolable sobbing mess. i couldn't bare to see frank like this. i went over to him and pulled him into a hug. he curled into me, like a small child into their mother or father. i sighed and breathed in his scent once again. i was intoxicated by him. frank really was special.
"you are special frank, you really are." i whispered. frank looked up at me, his hazel eyes framed by redness from crying.
"i'm not, i never will be. it would be better if i was just in the ground!" he sobbed. i couldn't contain it any longer.
"no it wouldn't frank! it would be terrible living life without you cause i love you!" i yelled.
frank gasped. oh god, what had i done. i felt franks body tense up. he didn't like me back. oh what a fool i was, i'd recked my friendship with him!
"oo..this is akward, lets go." mikey rushed his words and grabbed abi by the before leaving hastily. they were shortly followed by ray, megan, jazz, kat and bob. soon it was just me and frankie...sitting under a tree.
"i..ur..um, i'm sorry fra---" i started but frank cut me off.
"shush" he whispered and looked at me with hollow eyes, as if he was in deep thought.
we sat there in silence for a few mintues before frank's eyes became wider and brighter.
"g-gee. did you mean that?" he asked ever so innocently. i blushed. his voice was so cute.
"yeah, i did. it's fine if you don't feel the same." i sighed and bowed my head, letting my hair cover my blush stained cheeks.
gerard bowed his head letting his hair cover his angelic face. he looked so sweet, like a fallen angel..and he said he loved me. my heart swelled.
"you're cute when you're embrassed." i blurted out unknowingly. gerard looked at me, his eyes shining bright. i smiled.
"really?" he asked. i smiled even more.
"yeah, i've always felt like that from the day i met you. i really love you gee." i smiled. i couldn't believe i'd just said that. i guess the truth was really coming out now.
"same frankie." he grinned. i was the happiest i'd ever been in my entire life. i could die a happy man, but why would i want to die now? i had a reason to live.
"thank you so much gerard." i sighed into his arms.
"for what frankie?" gerard grinned, looking at me with his caring eyes. i lifted my head and kissed him softly on the cheek for the first time.
"for saving me gerard, you're my reason to live gee." i smiled before burying my head into his chest. i felt so safe there. i never wanted to move again.
we stayed like that for a few mintues. gerard was gently stroking my head whilst i rested on his lap. i couldn't stop smiling.
"frankie baby." gerard smiled. i blushed.
"yeah." i giggled, like a schoolgirl.
"i think we should tell the guys." he asked causly. i panicked. i knew they were down with gays but what if they thought it to be creepy with me and gee going out and what not.
"you think they'll be okay with it gee?" i asked, panic was definately flooding into my voice. gerard held me close.
"i'm sure they'll be fine." he smiled as if he knew something i didn't. my gerard, the sassy sweetheart. i liked the sound of that. no not sassy sweetheart, but gerard...my gerard. i smiled and got off of his lap and clapsed my hands together with excitement.
"well then..lets go!" i laughed and with that me and gerard walked hand in hand out of the forest. it was magical the way i felt with gerard. i loved him, i really did.
Yay :) happiness is sweeeet, hope you liked this chapter, it took me ages, my computer thought it would be funny to shut down on me when i'd finished so i had to re-write it :( well, here it is now! please R&R and i'll update soon oxoxo
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