Heart-Shaped Box (Frerard)

As the horror of guilt surrounds you, you don't know what you can possibly do with your life anymore. Gerard was not going to get better and he didn't want to. He loved "Frank" and what could I do? Take away the one thing he actually wanted? What kind of brother would I be then?
What if I- no, I couldn't. But..it might help.
"No." Frank huffed before I even got the sentence past my lips.
"But-"
"No, Mikey. I can't." Frank whimpered, biting his lip.
"Don't you love him?" I demanded, crossing my arms.
"I do but I-"
"Then do it for him. For Gerard. Please?"
"But he-"
"Frank, he thinks you're there with him! He thinks you're next to him all the time and it's terrifying!"
"Mikey, he- I love him. I can't just-"
"Try seeing him everyday like that, Frank. Think about how I feel."
"I'm sorry, Mikey." Frank sighed, running a hand through his black hair.
"Okay. Fine." He murmured, his eyes brimming with tears. He wouldn't let them fall, not in front of me, not now, but I knew he wanted to.
"Gee." Frank gasped, staring at what was once his boyfriend. Gerard ignored him, playing with his hands in his lap. His hair was covering his face, sticking to his pale skin in unwashed clumps.
I knew he had lost a lot of weight, but I didn't realize until now that he looked awful. He was too skinny and eyeliner was smudged all over his face. His eyes were puffy and he was a wreck. I took in what was once my brother and I wanted to cry. I let this happen to him. I let him turn into this insane ball of mood swings. I couldn't do anything for him but hope Frank could.
"Mikey." Gerard took a deep breath and the tone of his voice was chilling. "Why is he here?"
"It's Frank, Gerard." I replied, noting his calmness as he didn't once look at either of us.
"No. Frank is here." Gerard patted the bed next him. "That," he pointed to the real Frank, "is not Frank."
"Gerard, I-" Frank started.
"No!" Gerard screeched, looking at Frank, his eyes flashing. "You may look like MY BOYFRIEND, but you will NEVER be him!"
"Gerard, Frank, the real Frank, loves you. The Frank you made up-"
"He's real!" Gerard cried. "He loves me more than HE," Gerard shot an accusing glance at Frank, "ever will!"
"Gerard." Frank took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "Does this," Frank stepped closer to Gerard, placing a hand on his cheek. "Feel real?" Frank kissed him softly. Gerard gasped, tears welling up in his eyes as he let Frank push hair away from his face.
"Frankie." He whimpered, his eyes widening before rolling into the back of his head as his body went still.
"I told you not to mess with what was mine." "Gerard" drawled, opening his eyes to reveal no pupils, only the whites of his eyes.
"What's happening?" Frank whispered, fear practically dripping off his words. "Gerard"'s head snapped over to Frank.
"You." "Gerard" growled, pointing at Frank. "Gerard is MINE." "N-No . I love him." I winced at how much Frank's voice quivered. But I admired how he stood his ground.
"You'll pay." "Gerard" swore. "I will kill you next time you ouch what is mine."

Notes

Heyyyy. I wrote this in the car on the way to Church and my mom couldn't figure out why I was silently laughing to myself.