(Mikey)
I smile as I drop the now empty bottle of alcohol on the floor.
My parents weren't home and I didn't even consider staying at school, so I went right home, to Gerard's room where I'd find his stash of alcohol easily. I threw everything from his desk onto the floor in search of what I knew he had hidden.
Found it.
I press it down against my skin and drag, feeling better as the blood runs down my arm.
Clutching the blade in my hand I grab another bottle and head on up to my room where the cutting continues for about ten minutes.
Only stopping because I was tired and couldn't see through crying.
Before laying down on my bed I hid the blade under my mattress and threw the empty bottle out of my window.

"Wake up you idiot " I hear Gerard crying and then I open my eyes, he has blood covering his hands. "What have you done Mikey? Why are you bleeding?"
Joy, it's my blood.
"Get out you dick." I mumble and turn away, holding my stinging arm to my chest.
"I'm so so sorry Mikey! Why have you cut yourself though! It isn't worth it, people are stupid for cutting."
I laugh and turn to face him again. "Well you're stupid then."
"Sorry?"
I pull out the blade. "Recognize? It's yours you fool."
"Like I said, people are stupid for cutting, it needs to be cleaned, c'mon." He grabs my other arm and tries to pull me up but I snatch away and kick him.
"Get out! Do you think it's made me forget! It hasn't! I hate you! I hate Frank!"
Gerard stands back, blinking hard.
Then he leaves.

"Hello? Who is this?" I sigh, I hate withheld numbers.
"I had to keep it secret, if you saw it was my number you wouldn't answer..." I go to hang up. "DON'T HANG UP!"
"What do you want Frank?"
"To say I'm sorry Mikey! It was just a mistake. Please don't finish this."
"Finish this? It finished when you fucked my brother."
I spit and hang up.

"Ray? Can I stay there tonight?"
"Sure, why are you crying?"
"I'll explain when I get there, be ten minutes."
I throw some overnight stuff in my backpack and write out a note to my mom then climb out of the window and run to Ray's house.

"Okay! Explain what's wrong." Ray says as I sit down on his bed.
I pull up my sleeve. "My arms stinging like a bitch!"
"Why have you done this!?" He demands, going into the bathroom and coming back with some Dettol. I hiss and swear as he dabs it on the cuts to clean them.
"Becuase of Gerard and Frank." I groan. Ray motions for me to go on as he wipes my arm. "When I went to...OUCH!...See a movie with you, Frank stayed with Gerard -son of a bitch!- And they...THAT STINGS! They fucked."
"Sorry about the stinging." Ray sighs. "What do you mean they fucked?"
"I mean, behind my back. Frank and Gerard had sex." I say slowly.
"Oh right...MIKEY!" He squeals and pulls me into a hug.