We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright

Frank's POV

I can't help but scream in horror.

Gerard noticed me. He turned his back, mumbling curse words.

"Gerard?!" I yell to the top of my lungs, causing Temper to wake up.

"The fuck?" she questions and rubs her eyes. She looks straight at the blood stain on the floor and widens her eyes.

"Aw fuck Frank," Gerard replies, annoyed. "Look, I was sharpening my pencil. You sneaked up on me, and now the blade's cut me."

I'm confused...

"Hey, how come you're using a blade instead of a pencil sharpener?"

"Some of us can't afford those things."

"Why didn't you ask to use one of mine?"

"You were asleep," he scoffs. "Or at least I thought you were."

"Gerard," I say dryly. "You told me the other day that you weren't okay. And you promised."

He didn't answer.

"What did you mean by that exactly, huh?"

Notes

New Chapter c: