' the pain...oh god the pain...it courses through me like blood. Its like the only way i can get itout is through the cuts. the cuts that never leave. they still re-open no matter how many times his brother wraps the gauze and re sews them. the fear is worse. it crushes me like a 10000 pound weight on my head, adding to the headaches and the heartache. The crunch of my ribs under his weight as he protects me from the things that try to steal me at night. I don't want to be reliant on him anymore. i want to be free. i want to escape. this asphyxiation is slowly killing me. i'm scared of everyone. i'm scared of him. i'm scared of his brother. i want to go back too...no i won't say his name. that was years ago. i was 14. it wasn't love. i just want him back, it wasn't love it was protection. Gerard would dare step up too him. Mikey...oh god mikey. i love Mikey. and he love me, right? Maybe Gerard was right... Maybe i am just his possession. I don't want to be a object. that's all i am.'
the boy's hand shook as he scribbled his deepest darkest thoughts into the diary. it had been 1 month since he escaped. Gerard left before anyone could catch him and Frank had refused therapy, he simply answered the polices questions then went back to life before. or as close to that as possible. he still haunted his nightmares, as Mikey clutched him close in the dead of night all he could think of was the nights he spent in the apartment curled up on the hard cold floor, in a pool of his own blood mixed with tears and his 'lovers' semen.
"Frankie?" Mikey asked as he walked up behind Frank, wrapping his muscular arms around his shivering frame. Frank slammed the book shut and tossed it across the room. "you okay?" Mikey had came to accept Mikey didn't want him reading the diary.
"I'm fine"


we all know no-one means it when they say they're fine.

Notes

sorry for the wait but i did put up a one shot you can read here