Heart-Shaped Box (Frerard)

Gerard whimpered, resting his head on his knees from them being brought up tightly to his chest. He stared at the bottle next to him on the floor, willing it to magically refill. He needed more of the warm liquid inside him, burning up his insides. Gerard gasped as the bottle refilled on it's own as he scampered to his feet.
Can your boy do that?
Gerard shook his head. "No.." He sighed, wondering if it was safe to drink.
Same stuff you were drinking before. No more safe than that.
Gerard nodded, sitting back down on his bedroom floor. "How come you're always here? Don't you have stuff to do?" Gerard asked the silence, some how knowing "Frank" was listening.
He actually laughed. Gerard didn't think it was possible. I have nothing to do that doesn't involve you. Gee, I am here simple because you want me to be.
Gerard carefully lifted the bottle to his lips, tipping his head back. "But I'm boring." He sighed.
No, you're fun. "Frank" assured him.
"What's your name?" Gerard asked quietly.
What do you want it to be? "Frank" countered, thoroughly confusing Gerard as he took another sip. He didn't even gave a name?
"Why do you think I'm fun?" Gerard changed the subject.
You're my only friend. No one else took interest in me.
"But...even my boyfriend left me. That's not fun, that just shows how pathetic I am. "
You're not pathetic. I care about you.
"I care about you too." Gerard sighed. He wasn't able to hear the response, however because his mind started to become fuzzy.The corners of his eyes started looking color and he whimpered as be couldn't feel his body. His limbs felt numb as as heavy as lead. He tried to open his mouth and call for help, but words wouldn't come.
'This is it' Gerard sighed, his eyes fluttering. He was going to die a madman - his boyfriend to busy fucking his brother to help him.

Notes

Hai *Waves*