Gerard gently rested his head on his knees for a moment, feeling the familiar wetness on his wrist, warm and sticky, running down his arm. He sighed and looked at his wrist, squeezing it for a moment to watch the blood flow quicker, and then stopped. His scars were outlined from the blood. His arm felt like it was on fire.
"I fucked up." He whispered. "I really fucked up."
"Gerard stop it!"
"Mikey, it's nothing, don't worry about me. It was an accident."
"Stop lying! Don't leave me alone! Don't leave me here all by myself!"
"I won't! I won't leave you!"
"Then stop hurting yourself! Please! I love you so much and if you were go-"
"I'm not leaving you, Mikey. I’ll never leave you here by yourself."
"Then don't do that! Please!"
"I won't. I swear.”
"Sorry, Mikey." He whispered. "I'm so sorry."
542 days. That's how long it had been since Gerard held a knife against his skin. 542 days. He somehow held out.
But now he was back in the habit.
He hugged his knees to his chest, breathing in heavily, filling his lungs with the foggy air, and held it until he thought he was going to burst.
"Hey," someone said. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
Instantly, Gerard grabbed whoever it was and twisted their arm around, forcing them to the ground. He was upset, sure, but not to the extent that he didn’t remember how to defend himself.
The guy started screaming for Gerard to calm down, but Gerard ignored him. He twisted his arm behind his back, digging his knee into it to keep him in place, and with the other hand, grabbed a handful of the guys hair, before taking his knife out and holding it up in front of him.
"Wait, stop it! Gerard, it's me'! It's just me! Frank! Please!" He begged.
"Oh," Gerard sighed with relief. "You scared me."
"Sorry." Frank said. After a moment, he said "Gerard, you can let me go now."
"Oh, right." He said absently. Gerard didn’t do anything.
"Gerard, this really hurts." Frank added.
"I know." Frank could hear the smile in Gerard's voice.
"Right, should have expected that." Frank mumbled to himself. After another moment he finally said "Please let me go."
Reluctantly, Gerard got off and sat down. Frank sat up, and Gerard put his arm around Frank. The gesture startled him for just a moment, before he realized Gerard was holding his knife barely an inch from his throat.
"I'm keeping the knife there." Gerard said.
"Right."
After a few moments passed, Gerard sighed. "Okay, so here's where I start to get lost." He began. "You say you don't like me, you don't CARE about me, I should say, and you don't bother to tell me that until weeks after all this started. Why?"
"Um, Gee," Frank prayed that using Gerard's nickname might calm him down a little. "I'd feel a lot safer answering this if you weren't holding a knife this close to me."
Gerard shoved him down.
"Hey, I was just joking!" Frank tried to say. Then he saw Gerard's bloody wrist.
"What the hell is that?" He asked quickly. Gerard pulled his arm away.
"Nothing. It's nothing."
"That's NOT nothing. Let me see."
Obediently, Gerard stuck his arm out. Slowly, to make sure it wouldn't hurt, Frank rolled up the sleeve and studied it. Mikey was right- Gerard's arm was like one giant scar- rather, long cuts, short ones, deep ones, quick ones, decorated nearly his entire arm. Some were far older than others, but most looked old. Except for the one at the beginning. That was still pouring blood.
Without thinking, Frank tore part of his shirt and wrapped it around Gerard's wrist. Then he gently ran his fingers along the scars, before rolling the sleeve back down. He felt his throat tighten up.
Gerard sat still, keeping his eyes on the space behind Frank. Frank brushed the sleeve and then took Gerard's hand and held it tightly, rubbing his thumb on Gerard's.
"Don't do that anymore." He finally said.
"Why do you even care?"
"Because I do, all right? Because I care about you.
"That's not what you were saying earlier."
Frank ignored the blatant accusation in his voice.
"I was lying, all right? I was confused, and I just wanted you to leave before you made anything worse."
Gerard shut his eyes. "Yeah, well, you really had to say that?"
"I'm a fuck up, okay?"
Gerard sort of smiled. Frank moved closer next to Gerard and Gerard put his head on Franks shoulder, sighing. Frank ran his fingers through Gerard's messy hair, pushing back his bangs.
"I meant what I said earlier." Gerard said. "I love you."
"I know." They both stayed silent, and Frank took a deep breath. "And I love you too."
Gerard suddenly sat up. He pulled back, smiling, his eyes lighting up.
"Do you? Really, you mean it?" He asked excitedly.
Frank grinned. "I really have no other choice."
Gerard grinned. He was suddenly happy, so happy he thought he was going to burst. Gerard kissed Frank suddenly and when they stopped, they smiled for a moment, before they both started laughing. Frank put his arm around Gerard's neck, and they pressed their heads close together. Gerard kissed him again.
"Is this okay?" He asked softly.
Frank nodded, and to prove it, kissed him back.
"It feels just right."

Notes

Wow, this was actually my first fanfic for a band ever. What did you guys think?
Guys, please comment what you thought I really wanna know.
Please??