When I woke up Gerard was still asleep.


I turned to the clock. 5:23 a.m.


Fuck.


I couldn't hear any noise so I guess J.R. either fell asleep or left.


I got up and ran to the bathroom, where I threw up.


After puking my guts out I washed my mouth and face.


I looked at myself in the mirror.


I look like death.


My skin is sickly pale, my eyes have deep dark circles around them, my lips are chaped and faded.


And I feel like shit run over twice.


My stomach growled. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday.


I walked out of the bathroom and to where I thought the kitchen was.


Gerard was still sound asleep. It's okay, I don't want him to wake up, he needs to rest.


I wandered around the house for about fifteen minutes before I finally found the kitchen.


I opened the fridge and took out two bottles of blood.


I sat down at the large marble island and drank the first bottle.


I felt like I had just been run over by a truck.


My ribs hurt a lot when I breathed, my stomach aced and I felt as if someone were butchering each and everyone of my bones at the same time.


What the hell is going on?


I had a sudden coughing fit. I covered my mouth, when I had finished coughing I stared in horror at the blood covered napkin.


Okay, now I'm scared. What the fuck is going on? Am I sick? I don't think so, I was fine a few hours ago and now I'm coughing up blood.


I felt a sudden pain in my stomach.


It was as if I had been stabbed from the inside.


I doubled over and would have screamed if I could.


But it just hurt so much, I couldn't find my voice.


I clutched my stomach.


I dropped to the floor when a new wave of pain shot through me.


A few seconds later I finally found my voice and managed to scream, really, really loud.


Not two seconds later Gerard comes running in,


"Frankie, baby?! Where are you?!"


I scream again.


He skids to a stop and drops to his knees next to me,


"What's wrong, princess?" he sounds as scared as I feel.


"M-my, " I scream again, "st-stomach."


He pulls up my shirt and presses his hands on it. The pressure made it hurt a little less.


"Baby, what happened?"


It suddenly hurt even more, I started to scream bloody murder again.


He pulled his cell phone out of fucking nowhere and dialed, "Hello?! I need and ambulance!"


I didn't hear anything after that.


It hurts too much, I can't hod on.


I don't want to have to go through this.


Some one stop the pain, please.


someone please kill me.

Notes

SORRY IT'S SO SHORT, BUT .-.

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Title from Green Days 'Welcome To Paradise'