Emo x male reader oneshots

Red - Frank iero

I've always loved red. It's suiting really.
My room is red, red walls, red bed sheets, red blinds. Even the trinkets lined up on my bookshelf are each different shades of red.
I wear a lot of red too, almost half my wardrobe is red. I even have a red streak, hidden deep in my hair so the boss doesn't complain.
I love red roses, and cherries and red hard candy and the red confetti that falls out of Valentine's Day cards.
My favourite shade of red though is one that no one but me sees. A dark red brought only by a harsh sting. A red that is kept hidden under shirts. A red that only comes out to play at late hours of the night, my bathroom door shut firmly.
Frank doesn't like my red, he says it's bad for me. He took away my shiny razor blades and forced me to go to a therapist, he says I'm ill and that I'll get better. I don't need to get better, my red helps me get better. I told him that.
He said I'm wrong, that my red is making me worse. But he doesn't know what it's like without my red, it's dark without my red, it's like I feel nothing, just numbness.
But with red I see clearly, I feel things. My head isn't clouded. It's like a medicine and I just want more and more red, I want so much red that it'll make a puddle on my red carpet and cause a stain that no amount of carpet cleaner will get out.
I know how too, frank didn't take all my razors, I found one glistening under my wardrobe. I caught my finger on its sharp edge whilst searching for my comb. I saved it just for this.
My hips are already covered, the red oozing out, too slow for my liking. I move to my thighs, deeper this time, it stings.
Next I go to my wrists, I've never cut here before, a clean canvas. I make the first mark, bright against a clean background. Another, digging the blade into my flesh so my red will come out, smearing over my nice shiny blade.
I hear the door swing open, I don't stop. I'm intoxicated, high off the pain.
I can feel someone trying to take my blade, I don't stop. Not enough red.
The person succeeds, throwing my blade across the room, I memorise it's location for later before looking up at the person.
It's frank, he's crying. His tears are dripping on my red, it stings.
"Why"
A stupid question really, I've told him before. I need my red. I'm addicted.
He's calling someone, an ambulance I think. It's not worth it, I tell him so.
He's gone, to get bandages, not forever. A stupid decision really. Now I can finish my plan.
Well, not completely, I haven't got to a hundred cuts yet, only eighty four. But close enough.
Frank is very oblivious, he didn't see my other shiny on the desk. But this isn't a blade, this shiny is heavy and has a trigger. This shiny will give me so much red.
Franks coming back up the stairs, I hear him. I press the barrel of my shiny to the side of my head, right where my streak is.
The door is opening again, frank looks shocked.
Sorry frankie, but red is more important, red is always more important.
My shiny makes a loud bang, louder than I thought. Frank is panicking, I hear the ambulance crew coming up stairs. Frank is crying again.
Red is everywhere, even on frankie, I always thought frankie looked ever so good in red.
I made my stain, I can see it. It's not as big as I thought, a shame I think.
I can't see my red anymore. Just black. I can't even hear frankie crying any more.