They beat me, insulted me, called me names. But that's not why I did it. I did it because of the last thing they said to me. "Why don't you just go kill yourself, nobody cares about you" Justin yells landing another kick to my stomach. And with that they left me lying on the floor. Maybe he was right, I thought, maybe no one cared.
I try to pull myself to a stand but the pain is too intense and I am forced to stop. Instead I crawl to my locker, open it, fumble around in my pencil pouch until I find it. I then make my way to the stalls. I choose the bigger one because I hate the smaller one. There's writing all over the walls insulting me and my friends. Emo fags, stupid, abominations, kill yourself, were some of the nice ones.
I sit in the middle of the floor and pull my hoodie off. Nobody knew about this "habit" except for me. Not even Mikey knew, and we know everything about each other. I lower the blade to my forearm and push it deep into my skin. I wince at the pain but sigh as I see the blood running down my arm. I continue cutting up my arm, as deep as possible, blood beginning to pool around me. I reach the end of my arm, except the small where I can see the blue from my vein through my pale white skin.
This is it. I close my eyes.

"GERARD STOP!" I look up to see him, the short 14 year old boy with the lip ring and short black hair. "Fr-Frankie?" He runs over to me and grabs the razor from my hand and throws it in the toilet. He walks out of the stall and comes back with a handful of paper towels which he wets in the sink and uses to carefully clean the cuts. It stings but I hardly notice. I can only move my eyes which follows Frank around as he works.
When he finishes he sits next to me and hugs my paralyzed form. "Why?" he asks. "Because nobody cares about me, I'm just a useless piece of shit that doesn't deserve to live" I cry ruefully. "Gee, you know that's not true. Your parents care." He says letting go of me. "That doesn't count. They have to care." I sob, missing his touch. "Not always" I stare at him not understanding. He shakes his head trying to take the thought away. He sighs and grabs my hands. I stare at him. "Gerard, I-I care" I blink multiple times letting that sink in. It doesn't. "Frank, I-I don't understand." He shakes his head again.
"Gerard, what if I told you that I love you?"

Notes

sinking in................ this chapter was really hard to write im crying right now and it doesnt help that i was listening to Bullets the whole time. Seriously Demolition Lovers just ended like 5 seconds ago. *tear* so yes show you reactions and ill update asap *kiss kiss*


^Killer Kittie out*