Title: I'll Follow you into the Dark [Frerard] Rating: 18+ for drugs, violence, sexual content, language Disclaimer: This is completely fiction. Main Characters: Frank, Gerard, Ray, Bob, Mikey (sometimes others) Summary: Gerard struggles with depression while trying to keep a band together. Genre: Romance, Dark Fiction, Tragedy Every chapter title will be named after a song that I recommend listening to, because it will coincide with the story. Chapter Index: Chapter One-Three:age One Chapter Four and Five:age Two Chapter Six and Seven:age Three Chapter Eight and Nine:age Four Chapter Ten - Twelve :: Page Five Chapter Thirteen :: Page Six Chapter Fourteen and Fifteen :: Page Seven Chapter Sixteen and Seventeen :: Page Eight Chapter Eighteen - Twenty :: Page Nine COMPLETED ----------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter One: “I’ll follow you into the Dark” – Death Cab for Cutie “Gerard? Are you okay?” I looked up to see Frank’s shocked face looking down at me, and I was overcome with shame. “Frankie… go away I don’t want you to see me like this, not you,” I told him; I covered my wet face into the palms of my hands and made myself even smaller. I was l sitting against a brick wall in an alley not too far from the grimy club we had just performed in. Frank knelt down in front of me and removed my hands from my face and I fought with him so I could stay covered, but he won. “What the hell is going on?” he asked. His eyes were wide and worried, and I didn’t want his pity it made me feel pathetic. “Frank, please, just….” I stood up suddenly and tried to walk away from him, further into the alley, I could hear him following me and I turned around, “FRANK!” I yelled at him, he stopped, but continued to stare at me with those pitiful eyes. “Let me be,” I told him. He didn’t say anything and as I walked deeper into the shadows away from him and anyone else that might stumble across me. I didn’t like treating my best friend with such disdain, but everyone was making me angry now of days, and I just snapped. I should be greeting my fans who looked at me like I was their hero, saving their lives. I couldn’t help them tonight; I couldn’t look into their adoring eyes, because I knew I wasn’t a hero. I couldn’t save them when I myself was drowning in alcohol and self hate. I dropped again once I was far enough to hide from everything. “Lookie here Dusty, we got a new little friend…” I glanced up and saw two bigger men dressed in ripped and dirty clothes. The shadowy alley obscured my view of their faces. The bigger of the two, I’m assuming his name was ‘Dusty’, gave me a toothy grin and pulled a syringe from his arm. They both sauntered over to me looking at me with dark eyes. I stood up and quickly said, “I don’t want any trouble, I’m just going to go…” “Not so fast, pretty boy,” said the smaller of the two, although he was at least twice my size. “Stay awhile, get comfortable,” he said moving his hands elaborately. “I really think I should go,” I replied, fear creeping inside me; I knew that I was in trouble. “What not good enough for us?” he asked, “With your fancy clothes and fancy makeup?” As he got closer to me I took a few steps back, until I was pressed up against the cold bricks. “That’s not –“I began, but he punched me in my stomach and knocked the breath out of me, I leaned over gasping, tears prickling in the corners of my eyes. He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me, forcing my frontal side against the brick wall as hard as he could. “Please,” I gasped. The other man searched my pockets removing my wallet. “Keep it, take everything, I don’t care,” I pleaded, struggling to get away. “Shut up, pretty boy,” he rasped into me neck, his hot breath making me sick. He twisted my arm tighter and I let out a scream making them both laugh. Then one of them started removing my pants and I was struck with the horror of what they were planning. “No… No,” I screamed out, “Let go of me,” I yelled. “Shut it.” “Help!” I cried out loudly, he punched me again, and I coughed up blood. They both took turns violating me from behind and I shook violently. After they finished I was dropped to the ground and they kicked me until I was broken and bleeding, crying silently to myself as they left, spitting on me as they walked by my used body. A/N:: This was my first fan-fiction so please tell me what you think of it! Thanks for reading.