Famous Last Words

Gerard POV

I wake up groggily still in my clothes from yesterday. Climbing out of bed I realize I hadn't seen Frank at all when I came back yesterday. It was weird. He was usually wandering around until the early hours of the morning.
I go into the bathroom and brush the bad morning taste out of my mouth, brushing my teeth, and get changed. Seeing my jacket draped over the bath curtain, the blood washed out.
When I go into the kitchen, I see Frank, holding a black cup of coffee. Thank god. "Morning." I say. All he does is nod. He's barely moving from the position he's stood in, just staring into space. "What's up with you, man?" I ask, a concerned look in my eyes. He shrugs. He's in a really strange mood. I don't get it.
"Come on, you went to sleep at, like, 10 last night, you haven't said a word this morning, you're just staring into space! Just tell me what's up!" my tone's angry as hell. I just wanna know why he's acting all odd.
"Well, last night, Lyra told me why she ran away."
"Oh...she did?"
He nods, not even looking at me. "It just kinda reminded me of someone I knew as a kid..."
"Who?" I thought he might start crying or something, the way he looked, but he didn't.
"His name was Jimmy Carlen. He was a self harmer. His parents were alcoholics, they always hit him, so he ran away. I let him stay in my house's basement, and he was always cutting himself. I tried to get him to stop, but...it was like he didn't hear me. And before I knew it, he swallowed a cup of drain cleaner, with a suicide note written on a post-it."
"You never told me about him."
"I don't like to talk about him."
I looked down. "Sorry." I wouldn't blame Frank if he started crying, but he didn't.
"There's something I need to tell you. I told someone I wouldn't tell you it, but I think it's important."
"What is it?"
"Lyra has a collection of self harm tools and a box of blades."
My eyes widen slightly, but I'm not as shocked as I should be. I mean, I know she's damaged, and I know she's scarred, but she shouldn't be cut.
"And this morning..." he goes on. "I saw her pulling out the box of blades." So she's gonna be self harming. "Where is she?"
"Last time I saw her she was in her room." Without a second thought, I rush out and open the guest room door. "Lyra?" my voice is slightly panicked, I don't see her, so I search through the room, shoving doors open as fast as I can. "Lyra!" I shout, getting worried.
I check again in the guest room, but I still don't see anyone. "LYRA!" I shout, again. Mostly out of fear for what she could be subjecting herself to. As I shout, I hear the quietest "ping" coming from the closet and the thin blade slips from under the door. As I run over to the closet door, I throw it open, and right there is Lyra sitting down on the floor inside, her arms cut endlessly and coated in blood.

Notes

Chapter 6 ^_^