*Mikey's POV*


I called Gerard when he bolted towards his room. No wonder why he would always be in it, most of the time. I guess he felt safe inside his room. I banged on his door, yet again calling out to him. "Gerard! Please stop, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, but I should've Gee.."


I was begging for my brother to come out of his room, But he wouldn't. I had one thought revolving around in my head, why? Why?


Why did he think this way? Why did did he think he was so pathetic? Why did he care what others thought of him? It's his body, no one elses. But why?


I stopped banging his door. I tried to clam myself. Taking deep breathes in, and deep breathes out. Inhale... exhale..


"Gerard? Please come out? You want to talk to.. um, Ray?" I didn't know if he wanted to talk to Frank or not.


I heard mumbling and stuttering. "Oh, I-I uh, n-no... I d-don't r-really want.. t-to, umm... talk right n-now." Gerard mumbled, at least he talked. Oh, okay.. Frank? Maybe he'll talk to Frank.... It's worth a try. "What about Frank?" ...


......No answer I waited a few more minutes to ask the same question...


........ I raised my voice, just a tiny bit. "What about Frank?" ....


**Gerard's POV**

I tried to talk to him, I tried. But really, I didn't want to talk.. All I wanted to was... cut..... Kind of obvious to my situation right now.. But to be honest, all I wanted to do was cut myself to my death.. But I couldn't, Mikey kind of knows about me. And my harm to myself..


I didn't really have any knifes in my room. I never had the gut to keep them in my room, in case anyone of my relatives or friends found them. I wouldn't really have an explanation to why it's in my room.


So, I don't know what to do... Mikey is waiting at my door.. I have no window to climb out of my house, well, I do have a very small window. But it's too small for me to fit through it.


I heard Mikey say his name again. "What about Frank, Gerard you need to talk to someone.. Why not me?"


"Because you'll just get angry if I don't listen.." Finally, I stopped stuttering. I fucking forgot though.. I was trying to think about my.. uh, my sexuality....


Well damn it.. I don't know but, Frank.. Frankie is the only one. The only exception.


The only one that I want and would want.

Notes

Hi guys. I'm sorry about this chapter, it's so short..
And I don't think that it's good enough.. Soo, what do you think?

I find it hard for me to write stories, like, I feel like it takes me FOFEVER for them to move on and stuff.. I'm thinking about having a co-author. BUT I'm not for sure, I want to write one more chapter and see how it goes. (The next chapter will be way better than this. And most likely longer. (Pss. Spoiler, Frank and Gerard!?!) If I feel like I'm making the story slow, I might want another co-author.. **I might not want a co-author, it depends how the next chapter will be.**

Oh and one more thing! *Do you like the pace that I'm at, or no?*
I feel like I'm a bit slow... So please give me feedback on that. ;)
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