My Chemical Romance Imagines

We All Have Those Days {F}

Frank's PoV
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I can't even explain how I'm feeling.
I feel like everything I do today is wrong. Like I should be doing something else, and it just make's me feel guilty. Guilty over nothing. It makes me want to cry, but I have nothing to cry over. Nothing to be sad over.

There is nothing I'd rather be doing than recording songs with my bandmates.
Nothing.

But it just feels so wrong.

"Frank, you okay?" One of my bandmates, one I'm rather close to at that, questions.

I can't answer, I feel like if I answer I'll cry.
Like I'll cry so much I won't be able to stop.

It was scary, these thoughts controlled my emotions. They controlled my actions.
They controlled everything.

"Hey Frank, we're gonna get some coffee and stop somewhere I think you'd like."

I want to quit everything. I even want to quit living.

If I have to deal with these thoughts, then yeah, I'd love to quit breathing.
Let every problem fade away.

"Come on, Frank." Said bandmate from earlier, Gerard, persuades, pulling me up from my seat slowly.

I close my eyes, knowing I need to calm down. But I can't, all this guilt over nothing is overwhelming.

I reluctantly let him drag me out of the studio, following so he's not hurting my arm.

I hate worrying them.

I wish I could tell them I was fine.

But I'm not fine.

I'm probably never going to be fine.

Nothing's helping.

I follow him to wherever he's taking me, walking beside him down the streets of New Jersey. Every street looks familiar, and they should be, but it feels like I should be somewhere else. Doing something else.

But I'm doing what I love. With the people I'm close to.

Why is it suddenly feeling so wrong?

He leads me into a building, and I automatically know where I am.

Y/n's house

I stop, looking at the back of Gerard's head.
For once my thoughts aren't focused on me.
They're focused on how he knew y/n lived here. Or how he knew that I knew y/n.

He must've noticed I stopped, because he turned around and waved for me to continue.
And reluctantly I do, Following him up the stairs.

But I didn't want them to see me like this, I want no one to. I wanted to deal with my thoughts alone, not burden anyone else with them.

I look up once we stopped to see y/n waiting patiently. When (s)he looked at me is when I looked away. I hear Gerard and him/her whisper back and forth, so I stare at my shoes. In a matter of seconds, Gerard is gone and Y/n's arms wrap around me.

"What's wrong." (S)He demands, but the concern shows amazingly through his/her voice.

I shake my head, trying to indicate that I don't know as I can't stop crying.

Your POV

Oh, Frank.

He's crying and it's making me worry. He's never one for crying, only when really bad things happen..

"Its going to be fine, I promise." I say, letting him sob into my shoulder. I rest my chin on his shoulder and rub circles on his back.

I was trying to do what he did for me on those days. Because we all have those days.

We stood there for what seemed like an hour, but I didn't mind. I didn't care.

I'd do anything for the man in front of me.

After a few minutes, Frank seemed to have quit crying. Or at least didn't have any tears left. He lifted his head up, and I've never seen his eyes that red. Ever. I feel horrible, because I can't do anything since I don't know what's wrong.

But I know one thing.
Sleep fixes almost everything for awhile.

"C'mon." I slowly guide him into my bedroom and lay him down. His eyes close quickly, his breath becoming even.

I'm glad he's calming down.

"I feel like I'm doing everything wrong." Frank confides, making me sit down on the edge of the bed. " And I feel the guilt from it, but I know I'm not doing anything wrong, but I keep doubting myself 'cause it feels wrong."

I play with his hair, and he leans his head against my leg.

"Try to get some sleep." I coax, "You'll feel a little better."

"Mhm.." He mumbles, slowly dragging me down next to him.

"What are you doing?" I laugh, making him smile.

"Well, you said for me to sleep, and I don't want you to leave because you made me happy." He giggles, slightly in a daze.

"I wasn't going to leave, y'know." I say, looking at the wall. When I don't get a response, I look down at Frank, seeing him completely asleep.

Aww, poor guy.

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I'm sorry for not updating, and this chapter is nowhere near what I wanted it to be like. I'm also sorry because I procrastinated so much for writing this that I came up with 8 one shot ideas, and wrote out 2.

I don't know if I'll update again today, or another time this weekend.
I'll see you in next chapter, bye guys.