They Could Care Less, As Long As Someone Will Bleed

"Yes! Yes yes yes!" Frank wrapped his arms around my neck as tears of happiness fell down his cheeks. I snaked my arms around Frank's small waist and held him tightly. He buried his face in my neck.

"We should get outta here," I suggested. Frank sniffled and lifted his head. His eyes glistened with tears, making them look even more beautiful. He nodded in agreement. I cupped his cheek in my hand and wiped away the stray tears on his face with my thumb. He leaned into my touch and smiled. I smiled back.

Frank took his hand in mine and we walked out of the hospital.

The walk back to Frank's was relatively quiet (he I guess didn't live too far from the hospital). We walked enjoying each other's company while our interlocked fingers swayed back and forth between us.

"Frankie," I broke the silence. "Mmmm," "I'm sorry," I stopped walking, causing him to stop too. He looked at me with confusion. "What for, honey?' I sighed. "I'm sorry for being pretty much anorexic and only eating like three times a week," I said kind of quietly. Frank sighed and pulled me into a hug. "It's okay baby. Just promise me you'll start eating, even if it's once a day. Please, for me..." he drifted off. "Let's get back to your place, I have something to show you..." I told him. he nodded and we were on our way.

We got back to Frank's and went up to his room. He sat down on his bed and motioned for me to sit with him. I complied and walked over to him. I sat across from Frankie and stared into his eyes. I felt a pang of guilt and pain rush over me. Frank's eyes were now filled with worry. I sighed and took off my sweatshirt, revealing my scars.

"You showed me these already..." he said, with a slight stutter. "Look closer," I whispered. he leaned in to look at my wrists. He held my arm so close to his face I could feel his warm breath over my scars. Suddenly his mouth dropped open and tears started to well in his eyes. He dropped my arm and threw himself at me. His arms wrapped around my neck and mine around his waist. He sobbed into my shoulder as I rubbed his back trying to calm him down.

"Gee...." Frankie choked out. "Yeah..." "You're not fat, and you're not a fag...." I sighed and closed my eyes tightly. I felt like a total piece of shit. God I'm such a fuck up. Dammit Gerard, why the hell did you do it. Well it was true. And now I have it engraved in my skin that I'm fat and I'm a fag. Well fuck me sideways but I'm not sorry I did it, cause the words were true.

"You're not, Gee! You're not. You really aren't. Please believe me, I'm not talking out of my ass. Please Gerard, just...." he started sobbing, and the guilt started to take over me.

I tightened my grip on Frankie and started crying hard. It was like we switched roles. He now had to calm me down. He pulled away from me and held my face in his hands, wiping away stray tears as they fell from my broken eyes. I looked at him with pain in my eyes.

"Hey," Frank whispered to me, "it's gonna be okay. I promise I won't ever hurt you, I'll never leave, and I won't let anyone do anything to you. I love you,"

Notes

sorry I took sooooo longgggg. school has been a bitch Dx