Never coming home

~~~~~franks pov~~~~~~~

i woke up up and slowly sat up. The pain had subdued and didn't hurt as much now. I slowly stood up and got some clothes and some new underwear. I got dressed and walked to the kitchen.
"Gerard?"
I called softly and looked around.
"Geraaard?"
I called again. No answer.
'he left. He left because I rejected him! This is all my fault! You don't deserve gerard! You deserve bob! You deserve all the fucking pain!!'
my brain screamed at me. I dropped to my knees and pulled on my hair. I started crying.
My brain kept screaming at me.
'You're worthless! No wonder gerard left!! You're just a slut!! A fat, pathetic, worthless slut!!'
I cried harder and curled up into a ball on my floor, crying and screaming for everything to stop.
i got up and stumbled to the bathroom, still clutching my hair and screaming. I looked in the medicine cabinet and found my depression and anxiety pills. I took a few of each and fell to the floor, slowly falling asleep.
The voices finally stopped.

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