Take my hand baby, and never leave.

A new day, brings new worries.

--Gerard
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, in a strange room. As i sat up straight, i remembered last nights events.
So this is Frankies room eh?
He rolled over and put his arms around my waist.
"Good morning sugar." I whispered.
"Mmm. Morning Gee."
"You must be a pretty heavy sleeper... Mikey says I snore."
"You don't hun. Don't worry."
We finally got out of bed, and walked hand in hand down the stairs, into the kitchen.
Frankie gripped my hand tightly, and shut his eyes.
"Whats wrong?"
So he told me... About his dad.

--Frankie
"My dad. Before we moved... IfoundhimshotinthekitchenandhewasDEAD."
"Sugar, you have to slow down. You're speaking way too fast."
Shaking, I tried again.
"My dad. He was shot... I found him laying on the kitchen floor, dead. DEAD Gee!"
I felt tear on my cheeks, and lowered my head so that Gerard wouldn't notice.
"I miss him so much. After he died.. my family turned on me. Suddenly I was the misfit, the outcast... the fag.