(Frank's Dream~)
I felt the world spin around me. I looked down at my blood covered arm and realized, I cut too deep. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but they kept getting heavier. I screwed up. I felt the warm blood trickle down my arm and pool around me. I couldn't stay awake anymore..I couldn't. I closed my eyes, and everything faded to black.
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(Reality~)
My eyes shot open and I sat up. it was still dark outside, and the house was quiet. I grabbed my phone, turned it on, and saw it was two in the morning...No wonder I don't get any sleep. I groaned and put my phone back on the nightstand. I laid back down on the bed and rubbed my face with my hands. I've been having that same dream every night for months. And what's crazy about it is, that it wasn't a dream...It was a memory.
I had actually cut too deep, and barely made it. My mom walked in and saw me on the floor, with blood everywhere. I have the huge scar on my upper arm to remember it by. I sighed and shook it out of my head. I can't be thinking back to the past, I have to move on. I need to worry about the future. I pushed that thought out of my head and thought of Gerard. Sure we've only been together a few hours, but should it really matter?
He's one of only four people in this world who actually gives a shit about me. The other three are my best friends, Ray, Pete, and Patrick. My parents claim they care, but I know they don't. It's not like I'm their kid or anything. I sighed and went back to sleep, hoping I wouldn't have that dream again.
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(A Few Hours Later~)
I had actually slept better after the flashback from last night. Although it was a dreamless sleep, it's better than no sleep at all. I was lying in my bed thinking, when my phone buzzed, informing me that a certain someone must be up. I picked my phone up and saw it was a message from Gerard.
G: Good morning, sleepy :3.
F: *Yawn* Meh.
G: Lol, are you tired? :p.
F: No, I'm just peachy :p. How are you up at 8 in the morning? >_<
G: I could ask you the same thing babe, haha :p.
F: Good point.
G: Lol. Ugh, I want coffee >_<
F: Lol, then go get some :p.
G: Ughhhh, but I'm too lazy >_< ...Would you get me some? Haha :p.
F: Oh sure no problem, let me just get some clothes on, fire up my teleporter, and I'll be there in a sec :p.
G: Are you making fun of me, Frankie? :p.
F: Yep lol :p.
G: Meany :(.
F: Lol, I'm sorry.
G: Eh it's okay, you're forgiven :3.
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Stranger Is Typing...(Frerard)
Fanfiction16 year old Frank Iero hates his life. He shuts himself off from his parents, he gets bullied every day at school, and he's always hiding his sexuality from everyone. And to top it all off, he's suicidal, and he self harms. He has no one to turn to...
