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Frank's POV
Pansy, the most beautiful thing in the world to me right now.
I started to write down lyrics and notes, "There's no room in this hell,"

I heard the door slam. My mom was crying with blood on her hands. She kept looking outside.
"Mom what the fuck did you do?!," I peered out the window to see a pale boy with a shade of blood red on his face.


"Gerard!" I ran out the door, leaving hell, but running into my nightmare.
He was knocked unconscious.
I grabbed his bloody hand, "Frankie, are you here? Are you okay? Are you going to leave me? Will you always be here?"
"I'm here with you Gerard, I will always be here," I whispered in his ear and kissed his forehead, Would he live?

---The hospital—


"What happened? We found a gun at the scene." The police asked,
I didn't reply, I just kept my blood shot eyes on Gerard.
He was beautiful as he slept.
T
he police radio went off "Suicide at Hawthorne Cemetery , Female, Dark hair, slashes on the wrist, gunshot to the head, caucasian, late teens."
Chills went through my spine.

"We have to take this call ,kid." The police said.
I nodded and just watched as Gee shifted his position.
His stitches would leave a scar forever.

Someone put the gun to his head, they didn't shoot, they just hit him, beat him.
Until somehow his blood was on my hands.
Did my mom do this? I hope she goes to hell anyways.
Gerard didn't deserve this hell.
There's no room in this hell, there's no room in the next.

I grabbed Gerard's hand.
Mikey and Elena walked into the room.
They just stood there in shock, I don't blame them, seeing Gerard in a hospital bed is scary.
"Frank, come with me," Elena tried to stay calm, but I could tell it was to hard for her.
--
Bert McCracken
I always hated that motherfucker.
He and I never liked each other, one of Shane's guys.
But more violent ,homophobic, and brave.

He wanted to beat the shit out of me for my sexuality.
But look where he is now.
He was in custody for attempt of murder.
For attempt of killing Gerard.


"Tell me Gerard is going to be okay." I looked down at my black converse, Elena's set her hand on my shoulder, "Gerard doesn't know if for sure yet Frank, but he loves you."

Gerard's POV
I slowly opened my eyes, the first person I saw was Mikey.
"Gerard your okay," He grinned.
"I thought you said you had no emotions," I laughed.

Mikey didn't deny it he laughed with me, "Frank and Elena are outside the door."
Frank, I remembered holding his hand, I remember his worried eyes looking into my hazel eyes.

I remembered Bert that jackass who torched Frank with Shane he laughed as he threw the gun down the sewer, "I don't care if they get me, I'm already dead," he smiled and walked away.
That's was before Frank came.

Frank did care, he wanted me, and he needed me. I stared at the white room,
"Mikey if I die, I think I'll go to the Parade," Mikey looked at me with confusion,
"Gerard your so weird I think its time…" The doctor walked in,
"Gerard here's the drugs you need to take." She handed me the pills.

The drugs stared at me with intimidation.
These will be useful one day.

"Gerard," a cute crackled familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.
Frankie walked in, his black hair covered one eye, his hands were stained red.
Was that from my blood? His smile was warm and cute.
Mikey smiled at Frank and walked outside.
It was just me and Frankie now.

I tried to get up but pain shot through my body, I winced in pain.
"You got stitches Gerard, you shouldn't get up," he was right I never noticed the stitches on my arm.

His fingers brushed the hair in front of my face.
I looked at him would-you-please-forgive-me.
He kissed my head, "Gerard , I love you, you don't deserve to be hated."
I disagreed with him, I sat up, his face was close to mine, and I kissed his smooth lips.

"Frank, you keep me sane when I feel alone, I can't live without you," I whispered those words onto his lips, the warmness bounced off his face, as we shared are warm breaths.
He kissed me and we pulled away to the sound of the door opening.

My mom walked in with her high heels of death.
She looked like she would kill and cry.
She hugged me tight. It felt like a thousand bullets in my chest.
She let go finally and looked at frank , "Are you Frank Iero?"
Frank nodded, then she did something unexpected.
She slapped frank, "Keep your fucking hands off my son. Mikey told me what happened."
Dammit Mikey. Frank stood there, he looked at her with a you-punch-like-a-6-year-old look.
"Mom, Frank saved my life!"
Her piercing button eyes confused, angry, and worried.
She left leaving her kids behind for the hundredth time.


--Frank's POV—

I let Gerard rest, I walked around by the Hawthorne cemetery.
Yellow CRIME SCENE tapes were around it.


A young girl in a black dress was on the floor.
Blood splattered on the grave and her young face.
I walk as far as the crime scene tapes would let me go.

Alex Rocca was lying on the cemetery floor, gun in hand.
I saw her less than 18 hours ago.
Was I the last one to see her?
Was this my fault?
Was it me who actually put the gun to her head?