For as long as he can remember, Frank has always wanted to jump off a bridge. *Frerard. Sad*
But then again, fantasizing about killing yourself is not normal. But it’s ok, if it helps you get through the tough times. Frank was stuck.
He loved his job and his friends. He had three important girls in his life, and even his baby boy, but that feeling stuck. The feeling of his heart being yanked down, and closer towards the edge. At one time, he actually got on the edge of a bridge. The railing was slippery and steep, and he was about to jump when he saw his daughter in the back of his mind, and he got down.
Almost if he didn’t even think, he drove to a bridge about 5 hours away. It was known for it’s romantic past. Hundreds of couples would come here every year and clip on a pad lock engraved with their names, and throw the key into the wind, symbolising their love forever.
Frank didn’t believe that half of them stayed together. He was sure there was a small percentage that did. Love was hard, and not everyone could handle it.
He knew this because he clipped a padlock on here with a special someone, and now he was no longer with them. That lock meant forever, and forever ended for him long ago.
He parked a few blocks from the bridge, walking up to it slowly. He stopped to smoke or rest a few times, but he really knew he was scared. He left a note on Gerard’s laptop at his house the night before, planning this. He was sure he didn’t find it until it was too late. Frank was already on the road.
Frank was almost to the bridge now, and lightning bolt sounded behind him, spooking him. High tide was in, and water was splashing against the canal fiercely, actually scaring him. When he jumped, would he be thrown into rocks or even to shore? Would this so called God have other plans for him?
Most cars weren't out at this time out, and it was storming pretty bad now, so Frank wasn’t counting on anyone ‘saving’ him. He jumped up on the side, clutching the metal like his life depended on it. It did.
He looked up as shadows were thrown across the bridge. The squeal of tires startled him and one foot slipped his body did a giant lurch sideways. The only thing between him and his death where his two hands on a metal bar that was coated in ice cold water.
The water soaked through his shirt as he thought quickly. Maybe this wasn’t right. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to die.
He managed enough strength to pull himself up and over the ledge. He sat on the railing, panting and shivering, obviously going to be super sick. He heard footsteps, and saw someone stop in front of their car. They started to yell his name, seeming to look for him. He wasn’t in te light, but he knew who it was.
Gerard stood, turning looking at the bridge. He was looking for him. He was trying to get to him before time was too late.
Frank shakily stood, coughing hard from the water. He made his way back onto the ledge, finally deciding. He faced Gerardm crying a little. Gerard turned at the couch, and started running towards Frankie, pleading him not to jump.
Frank opened his arms with a whimper. Gerard was almost to him, and he knew he’d never get another chance like this. He wouldn’t be able to do it the next time.
He let his body weight fall backwards, and Gerard barely missed him. Screaming, Frank felt the water slap his back, and the sting from it hurt really bad. He was under water now, it filling his mouth which he gladly swallowed. It made it’s way into his ears and in his eyes, and the water felt like needles on skin.
He started swallowing water quickly, feeling it in his lungs, he kicked himself farther down to the bottom, and grabbed onto a plant halfway there to keep him from floating up.
His body kicked into survival mode and made him let go. He kept telling himself not to die and all, but he knew it was too late. He was turning blue from the coldness and water, and even if he did kick, all he would do is get a cramp in his foot and be in even more pain.
Gerard called for help, but knew it was no sue. He got into his car and put on the second pair of clothes he brought for Frank, crying. He couldn’t jump in after him. He’d get lost and die, too , and he had a family to support.
It took a month to find Frank’s body. It was decomposing and half of it gone from animals by then. Gerard didn’t go to the first memorial service, and wouldn’t go to this one, either.
Lyn-z was angry, but didn’t let on for Gerard’s sake.
One day, Gerard went to the bridge and looked through all the padlocks, coming to his and Frank’s. He banged on the lock with a hammer until half of it broke off. The words were warped badly, and he could still see Frank holding the padlock as Gee locked it in place.
Gerard got both parts and held them in his hand. He closed his fist around them and chucked them as far as he could over the side of the bridge.