I was walking down the hallways at school, I was kinda worried about Frank, I haven't seen him all today. I was late to class but I didn't care, I was walking alone. Suddenly I saw Zacky approaching me with someone else, someone shorter. No. It can't be him. No.

"Look it's the emo fag," Frank spat out. It felt like I had thousands of daggers thrown at me at once. Did he really just say that to me?

"See you haven't died yet fucktard," Zacky said, "too bad. But you're still the biggest piece of shit there ever will be. Right Frankie?" I was the only one who could call him Frankie....

I looked at Frank with pleading eyes. "You gonna do anything about this?" I whispered to Frank. He just laughed in my face. Zacky joined him.

Frank punched me in the nose and I immediately started to feel warm blood dripping down my nose on to my lips. I lost it. I started bawling, pleading Frank to do something and stop with my eyes filled with pain.

"Go kill yourself. Faggot," Frank said as him and Zacky walked away laughing.

I ran out of the school and ran home. I could deal with Zacky but Frank doing that, that was the end of it. He just lied to me, he never really liked me, let alone love me. I've been played a fool.

Once home I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I opened the cabinet throwing bottles of shit until I found some ibuprofen. I opened it and dumped out a bunch of pills. I was crying so hard I could barely even see each pill on the sink.

Someone started banging on the door. I tried to listen through my sobs.

"Gee?!? Open up Gee I'm scared!! Gerard!?!??" Frank? No no no no

I somehowmade itto the door and opened it, and there stood Frank.

"G-Gee? What are you doing...?" He choked out. His eyes were red and puffy, or I thought they were, his room was dark. Wait his room?

i looked back and noticed all the pills spread across the sink, I looked at myself in the mirror and I was a wreck. My eyes were bloodshot and I had tear stains down my cheeks. There was also a line of dried blood coming from my nose down to my mouth. I turned back to Frank who looked so badly hurt.

"Frankie..it's not...I wouldn't, I didn't mean to...I'm sorry..." He basically fell into me and we sobbed together.

"I woke up cause I heard things falling and noticed blood on my bed and you weren't there and I got so scared. I noticed my bathroom light on and heard things dropping from in there and Gee I'm scared shitless. Are you okay hun?" "Frankie...do you hate me..." Frank pulled away and a look of confusion took over his face. "Gee I fucking love you. What made you think I hate you?" "I know what happened, how this happened. Why I'm in here..." I remember now. I sleepwalked. That dream fucked me up and I almost died. "Please tell..."

i told Frank about my dream, or more or less nightmare.

"Gee baby, you are my life. I would never do that and I'm sorry that happened to you. I love you so much and I don't want you to leave me. I'll always be here for you baby. I swear to god," his words made me smile. "I love you Frankie," "I love you too Geebear, it's 3am we should probably sleep, I'll keep you save okay?" I nodded.

I was facing Frank while he wrapped his arms tightly around my torso. Our chests were pressed together and out legs were tangled in each other. I buried my face in his neck and inhaled his scent. I was finally calmed down now that I had Frankie with me. Soon after darkness overtook me and I could finally sleep knowing I was safe.

Notes

Pretty long chapter x3 so I'm having issues with depression and my boyfriend so if I'm not updating regularly it's cause I'm having issues so yeah. Love y'all's xoxo