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Gerard ever found Frank. He searched for week’s months even, never giving up hope that maybe he would come across the small brown eyed boy. He was beside himself with worry, scared that the smaller boy had somehow managed to slip away into the dark, never to return again. But there was no sign of him anywhere, no body had be discovered and claimed as his Frankie. That gave him hope, Hope that he was still out there, and Gerard WOULD find him, even if it killed him.


Mikey had no idea what to do, how to comfort his older brother through this horrible time. Although he was frantic to find his best friend, to make sure he was alright, a small part of him, a very small part of him wished he had been found months ago, dead or alive. His brother would be in better shape, mentally and physically. Maybe not mentally of Frank was found dead, but time heals wounds. Then again Gerard was a prime example that the theory was bullshit.

Ray was at a loss of what to do. Both his best friends where been thorn apart, the older Way because of guilt. Not being able to stop the events that have happened all those months ago. The younger Way because he couldn’t and didn’t know how to help the older boy.

Bob, not being the type of friend to walk away from troubled friend’s, made a point of making sure he went with them while they searched for the Iero boy. He was fond of Frank, he was a good guy and almost always in a good mood. Knowing what had happened to him and knowing he was missing didn’t sit well with Bob.



Frank had been wondering the streets of New York for over 6 months now. Sleeping in door ways and never having enough money from begging through out the day to get some food into him. Most days he didn’t eat, others he was able to buy a sandwich and a cup of coffee, and if the weather was bad, he would go to the soup kitchen in the park for some soup. But he would only go if the weather was really, really bad. He didn’t need anyone asking questions about him being homeless and so young. He was somewhat coping and that was fine by him. Though some-day’s he wished Gerard would just show up and take him home. Baby him and never let him out of his sight.


Frank’s P.O.V

Winter was in mid-swing. Snow covered every inch of the ground. I shivered as he tried to keep myself warm. Only wearing a light coat I had found. Under that was nothing much, t-shirt and jeans. I had lost his shoes in a fight. But that was weeks ago. I had adjusted to the cold ground under my feet. I just needed to keep myself warm tonight; tomorrow I would hopefully make enough money to stay in a hostel. But I wouldn’t count on it. I never made enough money for that sort of thing. I hardly made enough money to keep myself feed no-a-days.

I watched as cars passed, probably going home to there family I thought. “What a wonderful life they have” I snorted. I shifted around in the small door-way. It was getting colder, Snow coming down much heavier and I could barely see a foot in front of me. I need to distract my self from the cold it was the only way I would be able to sleep tonight if I completely blocked it out.


I spent most of my days neither sleeping nor awake
Watching pointless documentaries on tornadoes and earthquakes,
Coffee keeps me going though It fuels my wandering mind
Wishing I was Kurt Cobain or Morrissey
It takes up most of my time,
It shows with me losing my voice, it always seems a chore
My faith in music slowly disappearing more and more
These tattoos on my hands are there for life
And the songs inside my head won't come out right.


I felt someone sit down beside me, but that didn’t stop me from singing. Once I had started I knew I couldn’t stop. I had heard the song in a small café a few days ago and hasn’t left my head since.


The times are changing, we can go anywhere
But we're far too cool to admit that here
The times are changing, we can go anywhere
But I'm stuck in my ways and I won't change.


So I try to drag my fragile frame through another day
And another dose of caffeine in my veins,
My body aches and my mouth is full of sores
And I've reached the verdict that mostly, I'm a bore.


The times are changing, we can go anywhere
But we're far too cool to admit that here,
The times are changing, we can go anywhere
But I'm stuck in my ways and I won't change.


The times are changing, we can go anywhere
But we're far too cool to admit that here
The times are changing, we can go anywhere
But I'm stuck in my ways and I won't change.



I sighed. The song made a lot my sense to me now. Every lyric felt directed at me. I was a bore, I was set in my was, times where changing, I do drag my fragile frame thought another day – everyday. I sighed again, I really needed a coffee.

“You have a good voice Frankenstein, you should sing more”

I jumped at the sound of someone talking. I had completely forgot someone had sat down. I shock my head. No. It couldn’t be. I turned my head to the right to take in the stranger, or should I say, my old friend…

“Bob?”


A/N - Hi guys, Cassie here. Brand New Chapter for you all. Please be nice and review. I've been working on this chapter all day. Tell me what you think, good? bad? needs improvment? I don;t are what you say, just please review.
The next chapter will be from Destie, Gerard POV.
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