New life same thoughts
It's always your fault
Gees pov
"frank what are you talking about ? Why would I be happy?"
"just forget it." He said wiping his tears away.
"No tell me."
"no."
"Why not? When I asked mikey about you he acted like you had died."
"What did he tell you?!" He asked harshly. His mood changing from upset to defensive.
Franks pov
"he didn't tell me anything that why I was so curious." Gerard stated honestly. I didn't say anything I just looked at gerard who was staring at me or more so my legs.
"your bleeding again." He said quietly pointing to my legs. I looked down and sure enough where I had pulled the stitches was bleeding and soaking through the gauze again.
I had had told my mom not to re-stitch them when I called her in because I knew I'd pull them out again. I only put new gauze ontop but it was obvious that they needed stitched.
"Hold on I'll be back." I said and walked into my bathroom.
"Do you need help?"
I was was surprised he'd even offer since he's such a dick. I would've liked help but not under the circumstances. I didn't want him to know why I was bleeding so I said no.
i locked the the door and removed the gauze. As I went to grab a new one I bumped one of the deeper cuts against the counter and it reopened and began to start bleeding again.
"shit gerard go get my mom." I called. These definetly needed re stitched and I'd rather her do it than me.
"I can't find her. Are you ok?" He asked
"what time is it?"
"Like 2:30 why?"
Shit she must've left for work.
"frank what's going on?" He sounded worried. I was also beginning to worry. Either I stitched these myself or I had gerard take me to the hospital. Which meant he'd find out why. I mean he wouldn't just drive me there without a reason.
"Frank?" He said knocking lightly on the door.
"Frank!" He called and his light knocking turned to frantic pounding.
The he stuff is need for stitches was in the downstairs closet. I made up my mind and spoke. "Gerard I'm going to come out and go downstairs, but I need you to shut your eyes and keep them shut until I say."
"But-"
"ok?" I said again.
"ok." He replied weakly.
"Alright I'm coming out so eyes shut." I had underwear on and I wrapped a towel around my waist so there was no way he'd be able to see my actual cuts, but he'd be able to see the trail of blood running down my leg from them.
*************
I finished stitching them up Without to much difficultly and pit new gauze on. I walked up to my room in only underwear since I had left the sweatpants in my bathroom.
As as soon as I walked in I saw a horror-stricken faced gerard. He was staring at blood on th floor from when I had walked out.
"W-what's that? Frank what's going on!?" He yelled.
"Gerard calm down!" I snapped back. I was getting really sick of him. He is the human who ruined my new life.
"Calm down! There's fucking blood all over the floor and you want me to calm down!?" He yelled walking over to me. He shoved me in the chest sending me back a few steps. "Frank tell me what's going on now!"
"No! You don't deserve to know!"
"And why would that be!?"
"because you fucking caused it!" I yelled and ran downstairs.
I was was crying really hard and I could barley see. I ran into the basement and there's on some clothes that were laying around down there. I sat and cried for what felt like forever when I decided that I wanted to talk to someone that knew what was going on already.
I called mikey.
"frank what are you talking about ? Why would I be happy?"
"just forget it." He said wiping his tears away.
"No tell me."
"no."
"Why not? When I asked mikey about you he acted like you had died."
"What did he tell you?!" He asked harshly. His mood changing from upset to defensive.
Franks pov
"he didn't tell me anything that why I was so curious." Gerard stated honestly. I didn't say anything I just looked at gerard who was staring at me or more so my legs.
"your bleeding again." He said quietly pointing to my legs. I looked down and sure enough where I had pulled the stitches was bleeding and soaking through the gauze again.
I had had told my mom not to re-stitch them when I called her in because I knew I'd pull them out again. I only put new gauze ontop but it was obvious that they needed stitched.
"Hold on I'll be back." I said and walked into my bathroom.
"Do you need help?"
I was was surprised he'd even offer since he's such a dick. I would've liked help but not under the circumstances. I didn't want him to know why I was bleeding so I said no.
i locked the the door and removed the gauze. As I went to grab a new one I bumped one of the deeper cuts against the counter and it reopened and began to start bleeding again.
"shit gerard go get my mom." I called. These definetly needed re stitched and I'd rather her do it than me.
"I can't find her. Are you ok?" He asked
"what time is it?"
"Like 2:30 why?"
Shit she must've left for work.
"frank what's going on?" He sounded worried. I was also beginning to worry. Either I stitched these myself or I had gerard take me to the hospital. Which meant he'd find out why. I mean he wouldn't just drive me there without a reason.
"Frank?" He said knocking lightly on the door.
"Frank!" He called and his light knocking turned to frantic pounding.
The he stuff is need for stitches was in the downstairs closet. I made up my mind and spoke. "Gerard I'm going to come out and go downstairs, but I need you to shut your eyes and keep them shut until I say."
"But-"
"ok?" I said again.
"ok." He replied weakly.
"Alright I'm coming out so eyes shut." I had underwear on and I wrapped a towel around my waist so there was no way he'd be able to see my actual cuts, but he'd be able to see the trail of blood running down my leg from them.
*************
I finished stitching them up Without to much difficultly and pit new gauze on. I walked up to my room in only underwear since I had left the sweatpants in my bathroom.
As as soon as I walked in I saw a horror-stricken faced gerard. He was staring at blood on th floor from when I had walked out.
"W-what's that? Frank what's going on!?" He yelled.
"Gerard calm down!" I snapped back. I was getting really sick of him. He is the human who ruined my new life.
"Calm down! There's fucking blood all over the floor and you want me to calm down!?" He yelled walking over to me. He shoved me in the chest sending me back a few steps. "Frank tell me what's going on now!"
"No! You don't deserve to know!"
"And why would that be!?"
"because you fucking caused it!" I yelled and ran downstairs.
I was was crying really hard and I could barley see. I ran into the basement and there's on some clothes that were laying around down there. I sat and cried for what felt like forever when I decided that I wanted to talk to someone that knew what was going on already.
I called mikey.
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