Frank sits me down on the couch before taking his spot next to me. Gerard sits across from me and Mikey sits next to Gerard. Ray and Bob remain standing. everyone's eyes were on me as I explained what had happened.

"my parents disowned me six months ago, I've been on my own for the whole time. I've been wandering around, earlier I was walking down the street when someone had tried to steal my backpack. they jumped me and dragged me o that cozy little spot where Frank found me..." I trailed off in the quiet room, someone -probably Frank- placed their hand on my shoulder.

"its alright, c'mon, lets get you showered," He pulled us up off the couch and led me into the bathroom, "stay here, I'll go get you some clothes," he came back a few seconds later with a pair of black sweats and an old black flag tee, "here," he said handing me the clothes, "you can use my shampoo, although it does smell manly..." he paused, studying me, "I'll check on you in half an hour,"

I closed the door and started the shower. I took off my clothes, setting them on the countertop. I entered the warm shower, I was fucking cold, let me tell you....the middle of winter in fucking Michigan is as cold as it gets. I washed my hair and watched the bubbles turn almost completely black from how dirty my hair was. I scrubbed at my body with my hands until the water ran clear. I turned the water off after about twenty minutes of me showering. I got out and dried myself off. I grabbed my undergarments out of my pile of clothes, my pants fell to the floor, making a slight 'clink' sound.

I could kill myself, right fucking now.

I rummaged through my jeans pocket and pulled out my pocket knife, sadly, I didn't think of this when I needed to protect myself from my attackers.

this is it.

they're real nice and all, y'know, the band, but I just cant deal with my past.

I slid the blade across the inside my forearm. dark red blood poured out, dripping onto the floor. I felt woozy. I sat down leaning against the tub, closing my eyes as the darkness took over me.

~Frank's P.O.V.~

that poor girl, having to go through all of that. and being homeless to top it all off. Desperate seemed too nice to be left on the street. Desperate. such a funny name, yet so gorgeous at the same time.

"Frank, its been awhile, you should probably go check on her," Gerard said, I got up and knocked on the door.

"Desperate?" I said, there was no reply. I checked the handle to see that it was unlocked. my heart rate sped up as I opened the door. ohmygod.

"call an ambulance!!" I yelled before running to her and checking her pulse (she was still naked, I might add) I looked down at her bloody wrists. I grabbed the towel and tried to stop the bleeding.

Gerard ran in, cell phone in-hand. along with the rest of the guys. He damn-near screamed into the phone, but I wasn't listening. I was too busy trying to keep this girl alive. her heart was still beating, which is a good thing, but she's lost a lot of blood.

~

please be okay....

just PLEASE...

we were sitting in the waiting room of the hospital. the doctor said something about something else, I didn't listen to her... him? damn... sometimes I wish I was more observant.

"hey, its alright Frank, she'll be okay," Mikey tried to comfort me, just then the doctor called us in to see her.

Notes

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~katiekilljoy<4