*Title: I don't wanna lose you

*Rating: 18+ (sex, bad language, violence)

*Main Characters: Gerard, Frank, Mikey, Ray and Bob

*Summary: Frank has lost everything, he feels alone in the world. No friends and parents. He want's to run away from the world. Can somebody save him?

*Genre: Drama

*Chapter Index:

Page 1 - Prologue

Prologue

Raindrops where poring down my face.

It blended so nicely in with the tears that where now rolling down my cheeks and down in the dirt. My shoulder-length dark brown hair was plastered to my face. The raindrops were so heavy, it felt more as someone was throwing water balloons on me. And I couldn't do a thing, I was stuck here, all alone. And it felt awful, being alone. If I died now, would anyone care? My parents where gone, they died in that stupid car crash. Because of one asshole of a truck driver decided to drink and do drugs BEFORE he started on his 10 hour shift. Great..

I was heartbroken. And I had nowhere to go, no grandparents, no aunts or uncles, no family. I didn't even have friends. I was an outcast, a freak. Kids can be so mean.

And if you also take into consideration that I live in New Jersey, well, welcome to my life ..

I'm Frank Iero, friendless, parentless, and soon to be, homeless. I didn't know what to do anymore. I had so many emotions inside myself, that it felt as though I was gonna blow up. I swear to god that my head is gonna explode and fall of soon. I needed a break from the reality, I needed something. Just to let the pain go away. That was why I was siting in this park, one of the most heavy criminal park in this part of Jersey. And the one with the most drug dealers as well. I had the money, now I just had to wait. I was just going to get some painkillers, I just wanted to feel a bit high. That's all. No cocaine or any other of that shit. Just painkillers.

That was when I saw him, he looked like the perfect guy to shop those things from. Small guy with short brown hair. He was even shorter than me, and that's something, since I'm barely 5'4. I went over to him in one swift motion. He looked at me with strange blue eyes.

''What do you want?'' He spoke with a high pitch voice.

''Do you sell anything?'' I suddenly got nervous. I had never done something like this before.

''Like what?'' The guy was slightly rocking on his toes, to make him look taller.

''Pills maybe?''

''Are you a cop, you look young, but how do I know your not a cop. I haven't seen you here before." He was clearly skeptic. But I wasn't going to give up that easily.

''Hey man, just listen up. I just need some painkillers. I can pay you good for it, and I'm not a cop. I just had a really shitty day, and I just want something to get my mind off of things. So, do you have something for me, or do I need to find another dude who want's to sell me something.'' I made my point clear by raising my eyebrow. Frank Iero can stand up for himself, I could be a badass guy if it's necessary. The smaller guy searched his pocket. I started to smile, he had gotten the point.

''I don't have painkillers, but is xanax good?'' He showed me some white pills, they where almost egg-shaped. I knew what they were. It was something you got when you had anxiety and panic attacks.

''Yea, sure. How much?''

''50.'' He looked at me with a curious look.

I handed him the 50 dollar bill. He gave me the pills.

''If you want a fast effect, crush and snort the pills. If not, swallow them.'' He then turned and left me, alone, in the rain. I knew what I had to do. I swallowed two of the pills and sat back down on the bench.