~Gerard's POV~
As frank lay there still I felt helpless...useless. I wasn't needed and there was nothing I could do, I'd cleaned up the blood on his body and made sure he was ok, that was all I could do! Still I felt it wasn't enough. My room was moon-lit but still dark and I could just about make out his face, now covered in cuts and bruises, this was all my fault. I got up silently from where I was sitting so I didn't wake frank from his peaceful looking slumber. I grabbed my pencil case that was full of old dirty pencils and their sharpening's from when I was too lazy to get up in class to walk 2 metres to the bin, but also in there was a sharpener. A clean cutting sharpener. I bit my lip and made my way to the bathroom, the blade in hand and shut the door. Like I said...all of this was my fault. I took the cold blade to my skin, high up on my wrist and cut deep, the blood dripped from the open wound and splashed onto the floor, I instantly felt better...for that moment.
I craved more.
I cut again and the sharp blade sliced, deeper and deeper until the liquid poured out of my wrist much quicker...now non stop. What had I done?! I knew it was stupid but it didn't regret it. They were better off without me.
"I'm sorry Mikey, ray, bob, bert and most of all...I'm sorry frank...I love yo-" that's all I could say before I fell to the floor and lay there still and unconscious. Pale and dead-like.

~Franks POV~
I heard a loud thud as I woke, it didn't come from outside or from the other houses close by. I scanned the room to find gerard had gone, instantly my mind started to race with thoughts as I jumped out of bed and searched every room in the house...apart from one. The bathroom. I didn't want to go in, I was too scared of what I might see. I had to pluck up the courage and open the door.
After a few seconds of thinking I closed my eyes and bashed it open with my shoulder. "GERARD?!?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my eyes gazed from the blood to gerard. "WHY?!" I cried hard holding gees limp body in my arms. Mikey ran in in just his boxers his face tired and scared. "F-frank?! What's happening?!" His eyes filled with tears and hi voice full of sorrow.
"call an ambulance! Quick!!!" I ripped off my shirt and wrapped it on the cuts trying to stop the bleeding.
"o-ok..." His voice trailed as he ran to the phone. I sat there with gees limp body in my arms. My arms!
"why gerard..." I couldn't control myself anymore. I cried hard into his chest and was shaking uncontrollably. "Why?!"

~Mikey's POV~
I dialed 911 quickly, my heart racing. "Why would he do this?!" I realised I was sobbing through the phone and tried to stop myself before they picked up.
"911 what's your emergency?" A sharp voice spoke to me,
"my brother tried to...k-kill...himslelf..." I could barely get the words out it's not something I was hoping to say. Ever.
"Stay calm we'll be right there." They hung up and I stood there, the phone still at my ear for what seemed like a lifetime. "Their on their way gee! Please...don't leave me..." I fell to the floor and cried tears I had been holding back for the past 10 minutes "p-please...I love you...I need you."

Notes

Sad chapter...I made myself cry!!!! :'( damn me!!
~JadeWay XØ