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Save Him.
11 ReviewsFrank is falling deep, deep into despression, and Gerard is the only one who can save him. [True facts: One-shot]
Save Him.
-This story, is dedicated to the one and only Frank Iero. He has inspired us all and I seriously hope he’ll be okay. I love him, along with so many other people in this world. You’ll make it through Frankie, I know you will, but not without some help. You need it from only one other person, who goes by the name of, Gerard Way.-
I got married to the love of my life, Lyn-Z of Mindless Self Indulgence. I know that so many girls across the world must hate her for marrying me, and hate me for marrying her, but we were in love. Maybe I rushed into it too fast, maybe I didn’t. I asked the guys in the band if it was a good idea and they all said that they were happy for me and that I should go ahead with it.
I mean, Mikey, Bob and Ray all were genuinely happy, but, Frank. Frank Iero. I cared about him a lot and every time I would bring up her name, he wanted to change the subject. Every single time I mentioned us getting married, Frank would mumble something and walk away. When we did get married after that concert on the Projekt Revolution tour, he was nowhere to be found. Later Mikey and Bob did find him, wasted away at a nearby pub. It crushed me to know that he didn’t want to be at his best friends wedding. I remember the screams of Ray and Mikey when he was sobered up the next day. They yelled at him for several hours straight, but really, I don’t think he listened.
I now look at the young Iero, only twenty-six, curled up in his bunk, jotting some stuff down on a page with a beer can in hand. His hair has grown out again, so has mine, but he looks different. I’m probably not the only one who noticed his sudden gain in weight, and his previously sexy figure was lost. I, Gerard, am sitting on the couch, trying to enjoy a movie with my brother, but I can’t take my eyes off the rhythm guitarist. I wish I could do something to help him. What was going through his mind right now? I wish I knew. Was his misery my fault? He just got married to Jamia, the so-called “love of his life”. He loved her so much that he got her name tattooed on his chest and his hand. Was that really love?
He continues to write, about what, I am still not certain. He does not glance up for anything. Even if I called his name, he would say nothing and keep writing. Although, if anyone else in the band called for him, he would look up and usually answer. I think it’s my fault. I know it’s my fault. Frank was depressed, and I couldn’t do anything about it. On stage, he wouldn’t care about his image anymore, and usually he couldn’t even hit the right notes on his guitar, let alone do any backing vocals. Everyone else noticed it too, but they didn’t want to say anything about it, fearing he might do something stupid.
I know that Frankie would never try and commit suicide or be back on the drugs. We’ve been through all this before, and it would be just a waste. What was happening to the guy we all knew and loved, who we could share a laugh with and smile ear to ear with?
Maybe, just maybe I could save him. I wish I could, and maybe I could try now. It’s never too late to try I guess… I got up and took a seat beside him on his bunk, placing my hand on his thigh. His attempt to shrug me off fails, and I begin to talk to him.
“Frank… talk to me.”
“No Gerard, go away.” he mutters coldly.
“What’s wrong man?”
“Nothing.”
“What are you writing about?”
“Something, someone, leave me.”
“Please Frankie, I want to help you.” I say putting my am around his shoulder.
“Don’t Gerard, I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not okay. Everyone has noticed a change in you.”
“Well tell them that I haven’t.”
“I can’t do that, cause you have.”
“If I have, then why are you talking to me?”
“Because I care about you Frank, I cant’ stand seeing you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Now, like… this.” I gestured at his entire figure.
“So?”
“Where is that sexy, funny, smart, talkative Frankie I used to know?”
“He’s here…”
“No he’s not Frank.”
“Yeah he is Gerard.”
“I won’t argue with you, I just want to help.”
“If you wanted to help me, then why did you marry that bitch of a woman you call your wife?”
“Because I love her too.”
“More than me obviously…”
“No, I love you.”
“Not as much as you love her. You’ve only known her for less than a year, and you’ve known me for almost eight fucking years, doesn’t it mean something to you?”
“Yeah Frank, but you can’t control love.”
“Oh well I wish I could Gerard. Don’t you remember those days?”
“What days?” My memory was trying to make me forget, but I couldn’t as hard as I tried.
“The days when we’d be happy together…”
“Happy?”
“Yeah, damn happy. When we’d share hotel rooms, when we’d get coffee together at five in the morning, when we’d ki-”
“I know where you’re going with this.” I cut him off.
He continued, “When we’d fucking kiss on the fucking stage! Don’t you remember that? Did it mean nothing to you?”
“It meant something Frank, but you’re my best friend.”
“Well if it really did matter, then why would you always brush me off for every little thing Lyn-Z asks for? Why would you tease me constantly?”
“Tease you about what?”
“Tease about everything. You always knew I had fucking feelings for you.”
“But more than a friend?”
“Yeah Gerard. Why didn’t you clue in? Wasn’t it so obvious?”
His face was dripping with tears. “I-I’m sorry Frankie…”
“It’s too late for your sorrys now. You’re a married man.”
“Well so are you Frank.”
“Yeah I know I am, but Jamia, she understands me, unlike you.”
“If I don’t understand you, then why love me?”
“You’ve helped me through so much Gerard, it’s unexplainable okay? I just… do.”
“Do you still love me now?”
“You figure that out.”
His tone was cold and unforgiving as he tried to get me off the bunk. I knew he loved me, but did I? I wish I loved him. He was my angel, despite everything we’ve been through. All the time I’ve spent with him, he’s been there for me, every step of the way, including my substance abuse period. At one point during that, I knew I loved him. I was always too afraid to tell him face-to-face, afraid of what he would say. But now, knowing that he loved me, things seemed different. I wanted to desperately tell him that I did love him, and that I wanted to hold him in my arms forever, and tell him that we’d make it through okay, but he was right, I’m a married man.
I heard sobs coming from his bunk, and the fall of an empty can to the floor as I climbed into my bunk across the room. I cried softly for him. He was digging his own grave, right there, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I could do something, but I felt that I shouldn’t. It would just destroy him further.
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Unfortunately, Frankie really is different now. If you've seen him on tour, or recent pictures of him, he's not the same at all. He has gained a lot of weight recently, barely ever shaves, and if he's smiling, we no longer see that sparkle in his eyes. His fashion sense has also had a decline, with leather vests, loose denim and over sized plaid shirts and flag blankets with faded black beanies. He needs help kids. ): Was it Gerard's fault, or is he just sick?
I think Iero is depressed, and has been since Gee left him. We know that back in March he did get married to Jamia, but still. I think he misses Gerard.
I hope he gets better soon, and I hope the band will help him. He needs them and us more than ever now.
Sorry if you found this fic kinda like... sad and sucky. I just had to write it though.
~Rayy
-This story, is dedicated to the one and only Frank Iero. He has inspired us all and I seriously hope he’ll be okay. I love him, along with so many other people in this world. You’ll make it through Frankie, I know you will, but not without some help. You need it from only one other person, who goes by the name of, Gerard Way.-
I got married to the love of my life, Lyn-Z of Mindless Self Indulgence. I know that so many girls across the world must hate her for marrying me, and hate me for marrying her, but we were in love. Maybe I rushed into it too fast, maybe I didn’t. I asked the guys in the band if it was a good idea and they all said that they were happy for me and that I should go ahead with it.
I mean, Mikey, Bob and Ray all were genuinely happy, but, Frank. Frank Iero. I cared about him a lot and every time I would bring up her name, he wanted to change the subject. Every single time I mentioned us getting married, Frank would mumble something and walk away. When we did get married after that concert on the Projekt Revolution tour, he was nowhere to be found. Later Mikey and Bob did find him, wasted away at a nearby pub. It crushed me to know that he didn’t want to be at his best friends wedding. I remember the screams of Ray and Mikey when he was sobered up the next day. They yelled at him for several hours straight, but really, I don’t think he listened.
I now look at the young Iero, only twenty-six, curled up in his bunk, jotting some stuff down on a page with a beer can in hand. His hair has grown out again, so has mine, but he looks different. I’m probably not the only one who noticed his sudden gain in weight, and his previously sexy figure was lost. I, Gerard, am sitting on the couch, trying to enjoy a movie with my brother, but I can’t take my eyes off the rhythm guitarist. I wish I could do something to help him. What was going through his mind right now? I wish I knew. Was his misery my fault? He just got married to Jamia, the so-called “love of his life”. He loved her so much that he got her name tattooed on his chest and his hand. Was that really love?
He continues to write, about what, I am still not certain. He does not glance up for anything. Even if I called his name, he would say nothing and keep writing. Although, if anyone else in the band called for him, he would look up and usually answer. I think it’s my fault. I know it’s my fault. Frank was depressed, and I couldn’t do anything about it. On stage, he wouldn’t care about his image anymore, and usually he couldn’t even hit the right notes on his guitar, let alone do any backing vocals. Everyone else noticed it too, but they didn’t want to say anything about it, fearing he might do something stupid.
I know that Frankie would never try and commit suicide or be back on the drugs. We’ve been through all this before, and it would be just a waste. What was happening to the guy we all knew and loved, who we could share a laugh with and smile ear to ear with?
Maybe, just maybe I could save him. I wish I could, and maybe I could try now. It’s never too late to try I guess… I got up and took a seat beside him on his bunk, placing my hand on his thigh. His attempt to shrug me off fails, and I begin to talk to him.
“Frank… talk to me.”
“No Gerard, go away.” he mutters coldly.
“What’s wrong man?”
“Nothing.”
“What are you writing about?”
“Something, someone, leave me.”
“Please Frankie, I want to help you.” I say putting my am around his shoulder.
“Don’t Gerard, I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not okay. Everyone has noticed a change in you.”
“Well tell them that I haven’t.”
“I can’t do that, cause you have.”
“If I have, then why are you talking to me?”
“Because I care about you Frank, I cant’ stand seeing you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Now, like… this.” I gestured at his entire figure.
“So?”
“Where is that sexy, funny, smart, talkative Frankie I used to know?”
“He’s here…”
“No he’s not Frank.”
“Yeah he is Gerard.”
“I won’t argue with you, I just want to help.”
“If you wanted to help me, then why did you marry that bitch of a woman you call your wife?”
“Because I love her too.”
“More than me obviously…”
“No, I love you.”
“Not as much as you love her. You’ve only known her for less than a year, and you’ve known me for almost eight fucking years, doesn’t it mean something to you?”
“Yeah Frank, but you can’t control love.”
“Oh well I wish I could Gerard. Don’t you remember those days?”
“What days?” My memory was trying to make me forget, but I couldn’t as hard as I tried.
“The days when we’d be happy together…”
“Happy?”
“Yeah, damn happy. When we’d share hotel rooms, when we’d get coffee together at five in the morning, when we’d ki-”
“I know where you’re going with this.” I cut him off.
He continued, “When we’d fucking kiss on the fucking stage! Don’t you remember that? Did it mean nothing to you?”
“It meant something Frank, but you’re my best friend.”
“Well if it really did matter, then why would you always brush me off for every little thing Lyn-Z asks for? Why would you tease me constantly?”
“Tease you about what?”
“Tease about everything. You always knew I had fucking feelings for you.”
“But more than a friend?”
“Yeah Gerard. Why didn’t you clue in? Wasn’t it so obvious?”
His face was dripping with tears. “I-I’m sorry Frankie…”
“It’s too late for your sorrys now. You’re a married man.”
“Well so are you Frank.”
“Yeah I know I am, but Jamia, she understands me, unlike you.”
“If I don’t understand you, then why love me?”
“You’ve helped me through so much Gerard, it’s unexplainable okay? I just… do.”
“Do you still love me now?”
“You figure that out.”
His tone was cold and unforgiving as he tried to get me off the bunk. I knew he loved me, but did I? I wish I loved him. He was my angel, despite everything we’ve been through. All the time I’ve spent with him, he’s been there for me, every step of the way, including my substance abuse period. At one point during that, I knew I loved him. I was always too afraid to tell him face-to-face, afraid of what he would say. But now, knowing that he loved me, things seemed different. I wanted to desperately tell him that I did love him, and that I wanted to hold him in my arms forever, and tell him that we’d make it through okay, but he was right, I’m a married man.
I heard sobs coming from his bunk, and the fall of an empty can to the floor as I climbed into my bunk across the room. I cried softly for him. He was digging his own grave, right there, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I could do something, but I felt that I shouldn’t. It would just destroy him further.
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Unfortunately, Frankie really is different now. If you've seen him on tour, or recent pictures of him, he's not the same at all. He has gained a lot of weight recently, barely ever shaves, and if he's smiling, we no longer see that sparkle in his eyes. His fashion sense has also had a decline, with leather vests, loose denim and over sized plaid shirts and flag blankets with faded black beanies. He needs help kids. ): Was it Gerard's fault, or is he just sick?
I think Iero is depressed, and has been since Gee left him. We know that back in March he did get married to Jamia, but still. I think he misses Gerard.
I hope he gets better soon, and I hope the band will help him. He needs them and us more than ever now.
Sorry if you found this fic kinda like... sad and sucky. I just had to write it though.
~Rayy
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