I Hear You've Been Bleeding

Franks POV
I walked home in a foul mood, my day having turned to shit. All that was running through my mind was the potential happiness of my death.

Walking through the door, I heard the shout of a familiar voice.
"Oi, shithead. Where was your fatass all day?"
My father. He stumbled up to me with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left hand. "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?" He slurred / shouted in my face. "I-I was at school." "Not fucking good enough." He landed the first blow to the side of my face as I just went limp and let my father do whatever he wanted to me.

~~~~~~~ a few hours later ~~~~~~~

I curled up on my bed to block out the world and let my mind wonder back to my thoughts from earlier in the day.

If I could just do this now, then all my pain and worries would be over. Everything would be okay. So that's what's going to happen. I'm going to end everything. Now.

I didn't bother writing a note. Who the fuck would read it anyway, nobody cares. All I am is a dick who seems to enjoy the pain of others.

I peered out of my door, and saw my dad passed out on the floor, so I figured that it was safe to say I would be gone by the time he woke up. I took a deep, shaky breath and stumbled into the kitchen to grab the biggest knife, and get the deed done.

I rolled up my sleeves of both my arms and held the sharp blade to my forearm and pressed down hard enough that it was bleeding before I even moved the object. I closed my eyes tight as I pulled the blade across my arm. I made seven more long, deep cuts before I started to feel lightheaded. I decided that what I had done was enough as I crumbled down to the floor. The only thing on my mind was the freedom of death and how I would finally be happy.

My mind flickered towards Gerard, as darkness overtook me, sucking me towards death.

Notes

There should be frerard soon ;)