I was woken by this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Frankie.

Something was wrong with Frankie.

I looked up and saw that the door to his bedroom was open and that he wasn’t in there.

Fuck.

I jumped up and walked to the living room.

He’s not here.

Then I heard a door from upstairs lock.

I ran up the stairs and to the bathroom door, which is the one I hope Frankie is behind.

I walked over and spoke, “Frankie?...Frankie open up baby, we need to talk, please?”

I didn’t get an answer but I heard some rusting and now I’m sure that he’s in there.

“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!”

Then he finally answered me, “So, you didn’t cheat on me?”
I was quiet. I can’t believe I did that. I’m a horrible mate. “…I’m sorry, but I did. What I meant was that I do love you, please open up Frankie.”

He was quiet and then I continued to yell asking him to answer me and let me in.
When he finally answered me his voice was choppy, like he was holding back tears, what the fuck was he even doing in there? “’Rard?”

“Frankie? What is it, princess?”

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

What does that mean?

Wait.

Oh, fuck no. please no! , “NO! Frankie, please, no!!!! BABY, LET ME IN! PEASE, DOON’T DO THIS!!! PLEASE?!”

He didn’t answer.

I struggled with the door.

Fucking heavy as fuck door.

Plus I was still sore from last night’s beating and I was hung over.

I couldn’t get the fucking door open.

Frankie was still quiet and I was panicking a lot now.

Then I heard the window to the balcony open and that’s when my panicking reached new found levels.

When I finally (by some miracle) managed to get the door open three things happened.

I saw Frankie jump of the balcony.
I heard a horrible thud and then a crack.
I died inside.

I ran to the window and looked down.

Oh my god.

Frankie was there lying face down with a pool of blood around his head and wrists.

Oh fuck.

No, please.

No.

I just stared at him for a few seconds, too shocked to do anything; then I started to cry.

Really, really hard.

Then I ran out.

I have to get him to the hospital.

He could still be alive.

On my way out I saw something on the mirror.

His blood.

He had written on the mirror with his blood.

It said, ‘Rard I love you.

I stared at that for a few more seconds, tears still flowing freely down my cheeks.

Then I ran out of the house and to the side where Frankie was.

I kneeled down next to him and flipped him over, looking at his bruised and bloody face.

Oh, no.

Please, no.

I hugged his lifeless body to me and cradled him while I cried my eyes out.

I have to get him help.

He might still be alive.

I pulled out my cell phone and a few minutes after the ca I could here the sirens.

I was still holding my Frankie when the paramedics came, and they had to pull him away from me in order to get him in the ambulance.

Once inside the ambulance the paramedics started putting needs into Frankie.

They also plugged him in to that thing that takes your pulse.

Lucky he had a pulse. Though it was very very low and was dropping.

“What happened?” asked a paramedic as he wrapped Frankie’s wrists.

“…He slit his wrists and jumped.” I sobbed

They just stared at me and then went back to trying to keep my Frankie alive.

I know what they were thinking.

He’s my mate and I couldn’t stop him from doing this.

They were thinking I am a failure as a mate.

They’re right.

I am.

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

I had been in the waiting room (crying) for 3 hours now.

Apparently Frankie had needed surgery because of the fall and the cuts.

And just now I can see the doctor walk out of his room.

He looks grim…fuck.

“Doc-tor what hap-pened?” I hiccupped.

“He might…not make it.”

I started to cry again.

No, he has to make it.

He can’t leave me.

I love him.

“Wh-what?!”

“But, there might be a chance…but you’ have to take a big risk.”

Notes

FUUUUUUUUUUUCKK!

SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO L0NG!

AND SO SORRY THAT IT'S SOOOOOOOO CRAPPY!

But y'know comment and rate and subscribe pease. even though this chapter (and probaby the rest of the story) sucked

Tite from Jack Off Jills 'Strawberry Gashes' (which is awesome and you should totaly check out)