Hi there!

I just wanted to make things clear before you carry on, because it confused even myself. Only Gerard can hear Frank, and Frank can only hear Gerard. Frank is lost in the spirit plane, so he is NOT with the others. He's dead. I think it makes sense now :)

-KenZ xoxox

'BUT GERARD! WHY DO YOU FUCKING WANT TO SEE ME FUCKING DEAD? WHY?' Frank felt able to kill. 'FUCK YOU GERARD!' Frank gave up, Gerard was a too fucking idiot to not go. Fuck him! Fuck death! Fuck his dead body! Fuck something that was keeping him alive! Fuck everything!

Gerard frowned. 'Wanna know something? While I've been here, all bored, thinking of nothing but you, I had a laptop on me. And know what I did? I researched. What I found out was that when your dead body is sprinkled with holy water and buried, you'll no longer be there. Your soul will move on. And we won't be able to keep in touch. I DONT WANT THAT.'

Frank was speechless. He would be able to move on... He wouldn't be stuck in this place, where ever it was. He actually would die. No pain. No sorrow. No Gerard. Yeah, that was the only major down point. But he knew he couldn't say anything, if he would say something it would be something stupid. He would keep silent for now.

'Or... Do you want to move on? Gerard said, not knowing whether he was sad or happy for Frank. 'After all, it's you, not me.'

Frank though about it long and hard; he wanted to move on and die but he could do that to Gerard. He already caused him too much pain. No, he wanted to stay. For Gerard. 'No. I. I don't want to go.' Frank answered in a shaky voice.

Gerard frowned. He knew something wasn't right just there. 'Listen, I'd rather you tell me the truth. This is a difficult decision, I know, but once you make the choice there is no going back. Please, choose what suits YOU, don't care about me 'cause I'm not important in this.'

Frank didn't care what Gerard thought; he was important in this. 'I know Gee. But I want to stay.' Frank said trying to sound confident and hoping Gerard will believe him.

'Are you sure? Like, completely sure? I don't want to make yet ANOTHER mistake.' Gerard dried his eyes.

'Gee, I'm completely sure. I couldn't be more sure.' Frank lied, hoping Gerard would believe him and he really wanted to hug Gerard now, but it was impossible.

'I hope you know what you're up for.' A single tear drop slid down Gerard's check as he said this.

'Gerard, don't worry! I won't leave you! I promise!' Frank tried making his voice sound happy.

Gerard took a deep breath. He shouldn't have mentioned anything in the first place. He was too selfish. He wanted Frank, but he knew Frank wanted something else. 'Alright.' He whispered.

Frank frowned. 'Gee, what's wrong?' Gerard now seemed sad and stuff. Frank wondered why.

'Nothing! Nothing. At. All!' Gerard replied quickly in a bright voice.

'Gerard, I'm not that stupid, I know something's wrong!' Frank wondered why Gerard didn't want to tell him what's wrong. Was it something bad? 'Gee just tell me what's wrong!'

Right now, everything was wrong. The only thing that kept him alive was the fact that he's being watched by nurses all the time. But he couldn't let Frank worry. 'As I said, nothing is wrong. Just. Tired. Yawn.'

'Gerard Arthur Way, I demand you to tell me what the fuck is wrong!' Frank tried sounding as demanding as possible. 'And don't give me the nothing-is-wrong shit. Just tell me what's wrong!'

Gerard took another deep breath. 'Wanna know what's really wrong? The fact that you're dead!' he started tearing up again. 'And there's nothing I can do about it! And. I. Just. Cant. Ta-ake it anymore!' he was crying and he saw that he was getting weird looks from the nurse so he turned to his left side and covered his face with a pillow.

Frank really wanted to hug and reassure Gerard then but he knew it was impossible- Gee, I. Don't. Fuck.' He really didn't know what to reply to Gerard. 'It will be okay, Gee.' He knew that sounded stupid but what else could he say? 'Don't cry. Everything will get better.' Why was he saying all that? He knew that it wasn't true so why did he say it?

Gerard didn't say anything. He just lay there, crying, waiting for the world to end. In a way, it did end. He had nothing else to look up to, might as well stay in this mental hospital forever.

'Gee! Don't cry! Pull yourself together! Just... Be happy!' Frank just wanted to stop Gerard from crying. 'Everything will work out!'

Gerard just kept on crying. He had nothing to say. He knew that Frank will try and cheer him up but Frank didn't know how hard it was for him.

'Gee, please don't cry! Life may seem shit now but later it will get better! There's always a good side to everything!' Frank would do anything for Gee to be happy again.

'Try finding a good side to losing the closest special person, Frankie.' Gerard whispered, still crying. 'There is none.'

Frank looked down and sighted. What Gee said was true, but he couldn't stop the feeling that it wasn't completely true. 'But Gee, most people that lose someone close to them can't keep contact with the dead person and they survive. You can keep contact so you shouldn't be so depressed!'

'Yeah but. That's. Other people. And. This is. Us.' Gerard replied between quiet sobs. In a way Frank was right. But to Gerard it was too much. If Frank is dead and he can still contact him, then that doesn't make him fully dead, yet he really is dead.

'Gee, but you will need to get over the fact that I'm dead, soon!' It felt weird for Frank saying that he's dead but feeling alive and healthy.

'How can you expect me to EVER get over your death? You make it sound so easy, but I can't go a day without seeing your face. I have your picture by me at all times but that still doesn't help!'

'But you fucking need to! Okay, I'm fucking dead and you can't fucking change that! What's the point about crying about something you can't fucking change? Because I can't see the whole fucking point! IM. DEAD! GET. OVER. IT!' Frank lashed out at Gee without thinking but he meant every single word.

Gerard was shocked. How could Frank say all this? How was he ever supposed to get over his death? It wasn't possible. 'Try walking in my shoes! I'd swap places with you, but just as getting over you and bringing you back, it isn't possible!'

'Sure! Millions of people have gotten over someone close dying! What makes you so different? Sure, it must be hard and I understand that but you're making a big deal out of it! You need to move on!'

'Easy for you to say! You're the one that's dead! What if it was the other way around? What, would you get over it as easily as you say?'

'Frank bit his lip; he didn't think of that. 'I would try! I wouldn't spend my time crying my eyes out that's for sure!' He knew it was a lie but hoped Gee would believe him. 'And I would try to live my life to the full!' He knew everything he just said was a lie.

'I could slap you. How dumb do you think I am? So why don't I just die now? I'd like to see you do all that.'

'Don't you fucking dare, Gerard! Why would you even say that?' Frank felt angry at Gerard right at that moment. How could he not understand how lucky he was to be alive?

As he was about to speak, the door opened and in came a nurse to check up on him. She was carrying a tray with food and plastic utensils. Gerard stayed quiet. Frank deserved a silent treatment, even if it lasted for five minutes.