{For mature audiences only, contains disturbing content}
Title:Heart Without A Beat-The Suicidal Truth
Pairing:Frerard~Frank and Gerard
Author:awakeunafraid
PG:M
I walked through the entrance to the hospital.
Okay wait
Slash that.
I got draggeddown the entrance of the hospital by my dad, who fastening his grip so hard on my arm that I was almost sure it would leave a mark. My mum and brother were walking after us quickly. My mum had blood-shot and wet eyes, unlike Mikey, who just look worried. Everybody around were looking at us, the mothers pulling their children aside as we rushed by. A nurse trotted over to us quickly, wondering what had started the riot.
She stopped in front of dad. "May I help you?" she asked, with her perky annoying little voice, looking at my father causing him to make a sudden stop. I met the ground with my hand first, the other one was still in the air, where my dad was holding. I shuffled to my feet quickly. My arm was now throbbing in pain, like all the blood running through my arm had stopped in one place. I felt that if he squeezed my arm any harder, it would break into two.
"D-Dad, nothing happened, i'm-"
"-No, Gerard. Shut up you fucking jackass!" he yelled, cutting me off and slapping me hardly across the cheek. Causing my brother, Mikey to yell at him, ordering him to stop.
Want the entire story? Here it is.
My name is Gerard Arthur Way. I'm 16 years old. And honestly? I don't have a purpose in life. Which makes me, I guess, suicidal.
Why, you may wonder?
3 Simple reasons
Well, number one:
School.
I shrugat the word of it.
I'm gay, and no, not closet gay. Everybody knows. Yeah, that sentance speaks for its self. There's always that stupid-gut-punching-guy-orgy group that has to make your life a living hell because they simply do not have anything better to do with their stupid pointless little lives. They embarrass me in front of the whole school, beat me up, and they're the main reason I don't have friends. I kind of like it that way, no drama, no fights, no bullshit. But I pretty much suck with human-contact.
Everything is numb. Same stupid routine every day.
Wake up
Go to school
Go home
Study
Sleep.
Number two:
I get raped, in daily basis. Last time I reported it to the police, they wouldn't believe me 'cause apparently I don't have enough proof or any witnesses. My parents don't know, not even my brother, Mikey. It hurts each time, and I can't do anything about it at all, I've tried. I hate the police.
Number three:
Drugs and alcohol are the only things I enjoy.
Pretty much, i'm a mess. I don't have a reason to stay on this planet. I'm failing school, and i'm not really good at anything. My brother thinks i'm good at sketching. But still, that's not a job well enough for a living.
I tried to end my life, several times. But this was the only time I got busted for it. I was going to jump off a 21 foot building, but my dad saw me leave the house and followed me up.
Now back to the start...
