Gerard's POV

I couldn't believe the pair of them Frank was clearly trying to get with her, when she was so ill, so delicate. Okay, so the sex hadn't really proved that, but he wanted to own her. He was like that with everyone. Wanted control. When I wasn't very well that's what I was grateful for, someone to take control of my life for me for a while. I could see Em falling into that trap. I wanted to kick him out, but at that moment that's not what Emma needed, or I wanted.
And Emma! I felt as if I'd have to get a little rougher to prove my point. I think she saw me as the softer one. It had been a few days since that awful moment when that fucking knife that threatened to butcher her, her own self hatred driving her hand. She seemed like she'd break if I yelled at her. Frank had made a good point, whether she could stand it or not.
I hated to admit it, but I liked holding her against that wall. It turned me on. She was in the bath, the first time she'd been left for longer than 2 minutes since the other day, and Frank was out for the night, sleeping at Mikey's.
It hit me like a punch in the stomach from an iron clad fist.
There were razors in that bathroom.
It took a second for me to react, but when I ran it was a faster pace than I'd ever moved in my life, driven by fear. I pounded on the door.
'Em! LET ME IN!' All I could hear was a terrifying, crushing silence.
'Fuck this' I muttered. I took a step back, and kicked by the lock. It gave almost immediately, and for a second I was awed at the strength there was in panic.
She had drained the bath, dried her hair. She was sat in the tub, stark naked, and made no attempt to cover herself. All down her ribs, her thighs, her breasts, all covered in hundreds of shallow cuts. She smiled a wry little grin, and a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth slid and splashed on the white floor as she leaned over the side to look at me.
'Soon I'll be dead.' She showed me the vertical slices in her wrists.
'But don't worry. You'll be better off without me. Everyone will...' I swallowed the hard lump in my throat, choked back a tear. She'd planned this. But this was no time for thinking about what could have been. I pulled out my iPhone, dialed the number. The paramedics soon rushed through the door, picked her up, carried her away. The first hot tear fell, rolled off my cheek as I peered into the bath. It landed where that first drop of blood had fell, diluting her pain with mine.

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