I'll Be Your Gerard If You'll Be My Frank

Breathe.

*This chapter contains a trigger for anyone with or has had/recovering from an eating disorder*

{Gerard's POV}

Stressed.

Depressed.

Stressed.

Depressed.

Stressed.

Depressed.

God please kill me.

Calm.

Calm down.

Gerard, please.

Get ahold of yourself!

I would slap you but it's a bit awkward since we're the same person.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Take a deep breath.

Breathe in.

And out.

Control. Control. Control.

You can do this.

You're strong.

You don't need to cut.

You don't. You don't. You don't.

Please don't.

It's not like you could even if you wanted to.

Your Mom took all of your blades, remember?

Snap out of it!

What would Frank think?

...Where is Frank anyway?

I blinked.

I-I... I did it.

Did I?

No... Yes...

I don't fucking know!

Had I calmed down?

I looked down at my hands that were still shaking like hell.

Okay... No. No, I hadn't.

Fuck this!

I stood up quickly which resulted in my desk chair falling over.

What could I do?

What could I do to relieve some of this pain?!

There was nothing useful down here.

I ran up the stairs and bashed my door out of the way.

It was Monday.

Frank, Mikey and Ray were at school.

They had left me again.

At least Frank had complained a little.

He had given in though because my Mom had done the whole, "you live under my roof, you live by my rules."

And one of her rules was that he wasn't allowed to skip class anymore.

I missed him.

We had spent all weekend together.

I wish he was here now.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Frank... I need you.

Calm.

Calm down.

I moved into the kitchen.

Where was my Mom?