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Helpless	By : slayya Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hey guys! Look class=GramE>who’s back! Now I am sooooooooooo
sorry for not having updated or posted anything in ages. I’ve just been massively busy with Uni and everything, however you’ll be getting lots of updates (mainly new stories) over the next day or two. As for all you people that want the next chappy of Child’s Mind it will be updated eventually I’ve just got such writers block with that story so if anyone has any ideas they’d want me to use or something let me know through a review or something. I will also be updating in the Supernatural section if anyone is a fan and wishes to go read my stuff there too. Thanks for being great. Slayya
Frank turned around, staring at his surroundings. He was sitting in a bath, he could hear music playing in the background. It wasn’t a song he recognised but he sat listening to the music. “So get in your car and drive real fast. Up in the attic with a shotgun blast. Take a bath with a clock radio. Vodka, valium overdose. All the glamour can be yours with a loaded .44. Have you ever tried? There must be 5000 ways to die.”
The song ended and Frank frowned, he glanced down at the side of the bath and saw the mostly empty bottle of vodka, it’s cap still off. Then he could feel wetness on his cheeks and he reached up a hand, ghosting his hand over the tears running down his face. He didn’t understand what was happening. Then of its own accord his left hand reached down beside the bath, grasping the bottle, swigging down the last of it before letting the bottle fall to the floor and smash. Then his body sank beneath the water, his eyes were open and the world seemed kinda hazy beneath the layer of liquid. Then he noticed that his body wasn’t letting him come up for air, he couldn’t move. He tried to scream, opening his mouth but this just serving to let out more of the air that was still trapped in his lungs. Everything was spinning, swirling around him and he was feeling faint.
Suddenly Frank gasped, bolting up in bed, gasping for much needed air. He slowly became accustomed to his dark surroundings. He was back in his own room, his body slick with sweat. The boxers he was wearing were also drenched along with his duvet. “Just a dream.” He whispered to himself. “Just a dream.”
Slowly he got out of bed, his hands shaking and went to have a shower.
*** “Hey Frankie.” Gerard said, smiling at his friend as he walked into the house the next day. “Picked up your paper from outside. Hope you don’t mind?”
“No. No. ‘Course not.” Frank said with a small smile. Gerard grinned, beginning to flick through the pages, while Frank sat down with Mikey and Bob, waiting for Ray to turn up.
“Christ.” Frank heard Gerard whisper to no-one in particular and Frank gave him an inquisitive look. “What’s up Gee?”
“Oh nothing. Just a kid died last night, killed himself they’re saying.”
“How old was he?” Bob asked.
“15.” Gerard said with a shake of his head. class=GramE>“So young to die.”
Frank nodded his agreement and Mikey sighed. “What happened?”
“They found him in the bath early this morning. They think he drowned himself.” Frank froze. “What?”
“Yeah.” Gerard said without glancing up. “Says they think it was under intoxication cause they found the remains of a vodka bottle at the scene and some more spirits in his room. He was a runaway apparently, parents died when he was young and he ran away from his foster parents at 13. Poor kid.”
Mikey nodded and glanced to Frank. “Jesus Frank. What’s the matter with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost; you’re white as a sheet.”
Frank didn’t reply, just shook his head slightly and then headed towards the kitchen.
*** Mikey was sitting in the front room, the others had gone on to the pub without them, said he’d meet them there with Frank. He’d been very quiet, all afternoon, ever since Gerard told them about that article in the paper. It was very unlike Frank to behave in this way.
It was then that he came down the stairs; he looked around at the empty room, slightly bewildered. “Where is everyone?”
“I told them to go ahead and we’d meet them there. I wanted to talk to you Frankie. Are you okay? You’ve been quiet for...well for longer than you should be or normally would be.” Frank gave a small laugh.
“It’s nothing Mikers. Don’t worry about it. Just that thing with the kid got to me a bit is all. No biggy.”
“Are you sure that’s all it was?” Mikey asked, staring hard at him. Frank nodded, feeling glad in that moment that he usually had a pretty good knack for lying to Mikey, a trick he’d learnt over time. Ray and Gerard he couldn’t lie to at all though, they picked him up on it in an instant.
*** *3 weeks later*
Frankie hadn’t suffered anymore with the dreams since that instance. He decided to just pass it off as a fluke. It was just his mind playing tricks on him. He was sure of that much. The next night however, was different.
He was kissing a girl, a cute girl at that. Her black hair falling over her shoulders delicately. Her eyes filled with love and lust. He kissed her again, his tongue slipping into her mouth and massaging hers gently. Then he pulled away and attached his lips to her neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh there. She moaned slightly, pulling his lips back to hers. They toppled into the bedroom and on to the bed.
Slowly and gently, with as much love as he could muster, Frank pushed her top up from her slim figure and she helped pull it over her head, revealing the black lace bra underneath. He slowly began to kiss down her jaw, then to the top of her chest.
Suddenly there was a banging up the stairs, like the pounding of feet. “Shit. He’s drunk.” The girl breathed. “Hide in my closet! Go!”
Frank ran into the closet, the adrenaline within him pumping, making his heart beat so fast he thought he would die. The banging at the door was so deafening that he winced in spite of himself. class=GramE>“LENA!! Open this door god dammit!!”
Frank watched through the slats in the door as w:st="on">Lena pulled on her top and with shaking hands unlocked her door. As soon as she opened the door Frank saw a fist collide with her face with such force that she stumbled back to fall on to the bed.
“Where is he?!” Her father said, advancing on her.
“Where’s who?” Lena asked, cupping her cheek, trying to back away as far as possible.
“Darren!! I saw you with him! I know he was here!” Frank didn’t understand this. Darren?
“Dad! I swear I haven’t seen him in weeks! You’ve got to believe me!”
“Don’t lie to me you stupid bitch!!” He hit her again, and then grabbed her by the shirt, shaking her vigorously and causing her shirt to rip.
Then he threw her backwards on the bed. “You shouldn’t lie to me. Lying I will not tolerate.” Frank saw him reach into his pocket and something took a hold of him. He ran out of the closet, launching himself at this larger man. Lena screaming at him to “Run!” and “Get out of here!”. She threw herself into the mix as the father began attacking Frank; she was trying to protect him just like he was her.
“I’ve had enough of you.” The man said, pulling a gun from his pocket causing the two teens to back away, Frank putting himself in front of Lena in an effort to protect her. In 2 sharp gunshots it was done and Frank heard a scream as he collapsed to the floor. There was a smash as he saw Lena smash a lamp over her father’s head, causing him to be knocked out cold.
She ran to him, kneeling at his side as his breathing became more and more erratic, blood pouring from his chest. “No! Don’t leave me please! I need you.” Lena begged.
“You’ve got to run. He’ll kill you.” Frank choked out in a voice he didn’t recognise as his own.
Lena began to cry freely. “I can’t leave you. I love you.”
“I love you too but you’ve got to run. Don’t let this be in vain. Please! Just go!” Lena leant in and kissed him one last time. He could feel the energy draining from himself, he knew he was dying. “I love you Lena.” She whispered something similar in return but he couldn’t really hear her, then he saw her grab 1 or 2 things, shove them into her rucksack, the tears still pouring down her face and climb out of the window.
A sharp shock to his system and Frank awoke, once again in his own room. Tears were trickling down his cheeks. “Please god, let it be a dream. Please. Please.”
***
Frank ran down the stairs the next morning. The guys were already sitting in his living room, laughing and chatting. He saw that day’s paper lying on the table. He rushed forward, snatching it up and beginning to read frantically for anything on Darren...or Lena.
“Woah Frankie. Calm down. What’s got you so worked up?” Gerard asked and Frank saw that the rest of the band were giving him weird and concerned looks.
“I just have to see something.” He continued to speed read the page. Then he found it. “Boy shot dead. Taken Before His Time.”
He continued to read. It said that he was found dead in his girlfriend’s room this morning. The murder weapon was missing and that a nationwide search was being conducted for the prime suspect...Lena!
Frank gasped slightly. They couldn’t possibly think that...his mind flashed back to his dream. ‘Run.’
He had to help her. He couldn’t let her go down for something she didn’t do. “Sorry guys. Can we do this some other time? I have stuff I need to do.”
“Are you okay Frankie?” Gerard asked, the concern etched into his voice as he got to his feet. “You’re acting really weird.”
“I’m okay Gerard, really...” Frank gave his best fake smile, praying Gerard would buy it. “Just got some stuff I need to deal with.”
Gerard frowned, walking towards Frankie and putting a hand on his arm. “Are you sure?”
Frank snatched his arm away. “I said I’m fine!”
Gerard and the rest of the band were taken aback by this outburst and slowly filed out of the house, muttering their goodbyes. Gerard hovered for a second, glancing back at Frank, before leaving the house.
As soon as the door closed, Frank ran a hand through his hair. Now for the hard part...
Okay so what did you guys think? Good? Bad? Whatever it is let me know I really value the opinions of you guys. So anyway. class=GramE>Updates on their way in all stories. Slayya
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