a very short one-shot in Gerards point of view.
Imagine having an actual best friend. That one person who understood exactly what you were going through no matter what type of mood you were in. A friend who saved you from committing suicide, who saved you from an almost improbable drink and drug addition.
Now imagine losing that person. Image having that person tell everyone about your private life, about your suicide attempt, about your addictions.
Imagine having that impact your family life, causing your relationship to crumble. Your heart is broken and so is your trust, yet you still love that person with all your heart despite what they did to you. They had been your eat friend for years and you'd never of expected it of them. You thought you had a friend for life, you thought you'd found your own living breathing twin that God had simply forgotten to make related to you. You'd grown up together and they stabbed you not in the back but right in the fucking heart.
Hurts doesn't it? Just thinking about it hurts, it's making me cry. What makes me cry more? It actually happened to me. I lost my best friend, my peer group, my wife and child. Even my brother walked away from me. And now? Now I'm back spending my time getting drunk and high with Bert.
Thanks Frankie. Thanks a million.