No

No

No

No

No

He can’t!

He wouldn’t!

He loves me…doesn’t he?

“Do-don’t yo-u lo-love me any-more?”

He looked shocked at my question.

He opened his mouth and then closed it and opened and closed it again.

No, he doesn’t love me anymore.

I pulled away from him and ran (as fast as my bruised legs would carry me) to my room.

He doesn’t love me.

He doesn’t love me.

He doesn’t love me.

He doesn’t love me.

He doesn’t love me.
Once I got to my room I locked the door and buried myself in my pillows, hoping to chock on my own tears.

I could hear Gerard calling me through the door but I wasn’t going to answer.

He doesn’t love.

I should just die

There is no reason to keep on breathing.

I should just die.

Nobody would miss me.

Gerard would find someone better than me and he would be happy and I wouldn’t suffer anymore.

Yeah, I should just die.

I should die.

Die.

Die.

Die

-----Time Lapse-----

I was disappointed to see that I had woken up.

My whole body hurt like hell.

But what hurt the most was my heart.

It felt as if someone had ripped it out, dissected it, sewn it up, stomped on it and then thrown it back in to my chest.

I can’t deal with this.

I can’t keep living like this.


I refuse to keep living like this.

If Gerard doesn’t love me then I can’t see why I should keep living.

My live was shit before and its shit now…I should have done this years ago.

I slowly hauled myself out of bed and walked to the door.

I opened it just a crack too reveal that Gerard had fallen asleep slumped against the wall.

I quietly opened the door and tip toed out, resisting the urge to hug him.

He doesn’t care.

He doesn’t love me.

I quietly made my way to the kitchen and went to the cupboard with the knives.

I pulled out the sharpest one I could find and then walked up the stairs to the sixth story.

I walked in to the large bathroom on that floor and locked the door behind me.

The bathroom had a very large mirror…perfect.

I walked to the mirror and stared at my reflection.
No wonder Gerard doesn’t love me…I’m hideous.

Even without the bruises I look horrible.

“Frankie?...Frankie open up baby, we need to talk, please?” oh, fuck. Gerard woke up.

I didn’t answer him and instead pressed the blade to my wrists.

No, a vampire cannot die from that. They just get very weak.

“Frankie, please! I need to talk to you! Last night I was really drunk and acting stupid! I didn’t mean any of what I did or said!”

I paused “So, you didn’t heat on me?” I whispered.

He was silent, “…I’m sorry, but I did. What I meant was that I do love you, please pen up Frankie.”

I didn’t answer; just let my tears flow freely.

Ignoring Gerard’s pleads,

I pressed the blade to y wrist and cut deep.

Then I cut my other wrist.

There was so much blood.

I quickly jumped up on the sink and rubbed my blood covered wrists on the mirror, trying to write my last words on it.

Finally I got the just right, I was so dizzy and there was blood all over me and Gerard was screaming but I couldn’t concentrate on that; I was too weak.

I looked at the mirror.

In sloppy, bloody letters it read:

‘Rard I love you

Perfect.

I slowly walked to the door and leaned on it as I spoke to Gerard, “’Rard?”

“Frankie? What is it, princess?”

“I lo-love you, so mu-ch!...Never forget th-at!” I sobbed.

He was quiet for a moment and then he must have realized what I was going to do, “NO! Frankie, please, no!!!! BABY, LET ME IN! PEASE, DON’T DO THIS!!! PLEASE?!”

I walked away and from the door and opened the small balcony that was next to the tub.

I crawled on to it and looked down.

I was really going to do this.

I was really going to die.

“I love you ‘Rard” I whispered as I jumped off.

Notes

sorry

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