Leaving Is The Hardest Part (Frerard)It was silent, the room dark and the air becoming increasingly thick, until the sound of a faint cough was echoed throughout the room.Leaving Is The Hardest Part (Frerard)1 month ago in Horror
"Who was it?" Rays voice boomed in the silence, turning on his flashlight to interrogate the remaining five people sitting in the saferoom.
His eyes peered across the room, landing on his first victim Mikey.
Mikey only sighed, shaking his head indicating that he wasn't the one who had coughed, but his eyes were filled with sympathy, he knew who had but he wasn't going to reveal who it was.
Rays eyes then turned to Pete, who only stared down at his shoes. "Wasn't me, I swear on my life." He swore, his eyes filling with fear, knowing what would happen if he were the one who had coughed.
Patrick was next, Ray knew that he was honest and would fess up if he was the one that coughed, but to no avail did Patrick prove that he had. It was growing shorter, the list of people who were obvious culprits, until Ray looked over to Frank and Gerard, holding each othe
3 : 28, Night Eight3 : 28, Night Eight1 month ago in Drama
Gerard could smell cleaner and lemon in the crisp air, he opened his eyes, squinting as the synthetic light struck his eyes and hurt them. He blinked back the tears that formed on his tear ducts, he brought up his right hand to stop the light from blinding him, he noticed the IV’s in his hand and arm—everything in him was heavy and painful.
“Where am I…?” Gerard mumbled out confused.
“You’re in the hospital because you refuse to admit you’re not as strong as you act.” The familiar voice filtered through Gerard’s drug induced state. It was Mikey, his brother.
Gerard placed his arm down to rest beside him, “What… What happened?”
Mikey shook his head, “You gave the family a real scare, Gerard.”
Before Gerard could rebuttal, the specialist Gerard had been seeing for
3 : 28, Night Seven3 : 28, Night Seven1 month ago in Drama
Gerard tried to connect the dots on the ceiling tiles of his living room, it was another restless night and this time, Gerard wanted so desperately for everything to make sense. He wanted to feel what it was like to have the love he foolishly gave away to be reciprocated but with no avail results Gerard only had his memories; the memories were spreading thin with the more he relished in them each passing day.
The memories and the man within them becoming fuzzier—a blur, the man was becoming a blur because he left and turned his back on Gerard. Left him before he could have even bothered to possibly leave without a moment’s notice, in all considerable opinions, at least Gerard could justify his departure.
Did Frank ever regret leaving?
The more time that passed, the more unanswered questions popped up and obscured Gerard’s ability to think straight. What hurt the most was not the memories fading, it was the feelings that were left behind, similar to poi
-Please Read- ((Frerard/Killjoy related))OKAY FIRST I'D LIKE TO SAY THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DO THIS-Please Read- ((Frerard/Killjoy related))2 months ago in Personal
Okay, so I'm drawing random things for my locker, and I kinda want some Frerard drawings, but as some people may know, no matter how hard I try, I CAN NOT draw anything Frerard related. I don't know why.
So, if anyone has any Frerard drawings they'd be willing to let me print out and use or if anyone would want to draw Frerard for me
((if it was based on my fanfics that would be amazing and i would love you forever))please tell me! And I would be willing to commission people if you'd prefer that, but I'm only able to use points, sorry ;-; ((Also if some people are taking Killjoy commishes too I might get one of my OC if you're willing)) Oh yeah and I can do art trades too :3
So, thanks! And I would prefer to have any drawings done by Thursday because that's registration, but if you anyone is actually going to do this for me, I don't care when it's done, take your time.
Thanks for reading even if yo
I'm Not Okay (I Promise) -Chapter One-I'm Not Okay (I Promise) -Chapter One-2 months ago in Romance
Chapter One - Present
I normally hated the first day of school. The chaos of finding your new classes, worrying about what homework you'll get throughout the year, trying to make sure that you can find your friends at lunch, just everything about it made me sick with worry.
But the first day of my high school junior year was different.
I woke up to the blaring radio; my alarm clock. I didn't snooze it or dismiss it thought, I let it play.
“This is the first day of school for many students, so I wish you all the best of luck! School is only as bad as you make it.”
At first, I didn't like the DJs. They would laugh too much at stupid things or they would just talk too much; I wanted music, not conversation. But soon I learned to really enjoy them, as they seemed to be inspirational, even though they were talking to many more people than just me. Sure, they talked a lot, but I eventually started to really like listening to what they had to say, even if it was something s