To the End

Frank ran as fast as he could back to his house, shutting the door behind him and locking it as Gerard ran up the steps, banging as hard he could on the door.
“Frank! Frank please! I swear to god, Frank, it’s not what you think!” Gerard screamed, his voice cracking slightly as he started to cry. Frank ran upstairs with the little energy he had left, and flopped onto his bed, laying with his face squashed against the pillow, barely letting him breathe. He panted, trying to catch his breath from out-running Gerard. His throat burned from fatigue and he could feel his throat was completely dry, though he refused to get up and tried to soothe his stinging neck with his saliva.
After around a half an hour, Frank screamed as hard as he could into his pillow before slowly getting up and walking downstairs. He peeked out the window and saw Gerard still sitting there, his head in his hands. Frank felt a small surge of guilt well up in him.
Fucking hell, he’s a douche. Don’t feel bad for him, Frank. Gerard was just using you. You were just his rebound. He was just drunk and looking for a good time. Did you really think you’d find someone? Especially someone like him, he seemed so perfect… I suppose nothing is perfect though. Every dream comes to an end, right? There aren’t any happy endings in real life, that’s just all made up. Life just fucks everyone over in the end, right Frank? Just try to go back to your old miserable life and maybe one day you’ll be happy…
No.
You can’t go back to that life, can you? You can’t just let yourself be hurt so badly again. You can’t take this life anymore, can you? You just want to kill yourself. I mean, all it is is a couple of pills in the mouth, a cut down the stream, cold metal against your forehead. Just face it, Frank. You can't do this anymore. It's too hard. Gerard is happy and who cares about you? Maybe mom a little, but she doesn't need to worry about you anymore if you're gone. She can finally have a nice house like she's always wanted.
Frank sighed and walked to the kitchen slowly, his legs feeling as heavy as lead. He slowly sank down to his knees as he reached the center of the kitchen, his eyes falling on the drawer concealing various knives. It'll be quick. After what seemed to be hours, he slowly stood up on his shaking legs, dragging himself towards the drawer while leaning on the kitchen counter for support. He reached for the handle, slowly opening the door and grabbing a steak knife from inside, bringing it close to his chest and examining it. He heard a slight shuffling, calling his attention away from the knife and to the living room. He let his arms drop at his sides, his grip letting up and the knife dropping to the floor as he blankly walked forward to the front door, stopping in front of it and looking down at a pack of cigarettes laying on the floor that had been slipped through the mail slot. He sank down to his knees again and slowly picked up the pack before walking back to the kitchen. He lit a cigarette on the stove and shoved it between his lips. He tossed the pack to the side and grabbed the knife again, slowly dragging it horizontally across his wrist. Blood started to seep from his cuts as he readied the knife to stab through his vein. He took a look around the kitchen, looking at pictures of him and his family, everyone smiling wide, like they didn't have a care in the world. He bit his bottom lip as the tip of the knife poked his skin. His eyes tried to avoid his wrist, the only thing he could find to occupy his eyes being the pack of cigarettes on the counter next to him. He noticed something black on the pack, looking closer and seeing scribbled writing written across the back. He leaned closer and squinted to read it.
“Frank,
I don't know what you think you saw, or what you actually saw, but I promise you it was nothing. You convinced me that she's not the one for me, I don't feel any attraction to her, I promise. Please don't do anything drastic, like you probably will. I swear to god, Frank, you are the only one I have any emotions for whatsoever. I would be so crushed if anything happened to you... I know we haven't known each other for that long but I still really feel for you... I hope you could find it in your heart to forgive me. I'll be waiting outside if you want to talk... ever...
-Gee”
Frank slowly put the knife down as he finished reading, staring at the pack, glancing at the door every once in awhile. He slowly walked to the door, blood dripping down his arm and staining his skin crimson. He hesitated once he reached the door, trying to decide whether or not to walk back to the kitchen and away from all the pain in life, or to forgive Gerard and take a chance at being happy.
After a few minutes he decided, he walked forward and put his hand on the door, slowly unlocking the door.
Click.

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