I Still Think You're Beautiful

Two days have passed since my talk with Dahvie, and nothing's really happened. Since that day, Frank has been acting strange. He won't let me touch him and every time I do he jumps away and says, "Don't." I still haven't gone to school either, and today is the last day. I'm currently sitting on the couch, Frank at the opposite end, sitting as far away as possible. It was bugging me, the way he was acting, and I felt like I had done something wrong. We both watched tv in silence, neither of us moving or daring to look at each other. I wanted to turn around and ask him why he was doing this, I wanted to hug him and hold him and just fucking kiss him. We sat there for awhile until I felt the couch cushions move and Frank shifted his body, I looked over him and of course he was asleep. Sighing, I got up slowly and threw a blanket over his body gently. I turned the tv off and was about to leave the room when Frank said my name, "Gee?" I turned around and made eye contact with him, "Can I talk to you?" I swallowed and nodded my head, walking back to the couch and sitting down next to him, "Um, what's wrong?" I asked and he scooted closer to me, the blanket wrapped around his legs. He took a deep breathe and looked down at his hands, "What would you do if I left?" My heart dropped into my stomach, "What do you mean?" "What if I died Gerard?" He asked more sternly. I froze and reached out to grab his hand, but he pulled it away before I could touch it. "I'd kill myself." I said bluntly. Frank looked up and made deep eye contact with me, "No you wouldn't." "Yes I would actually. I love you Frankie." I said softly. Frank looked away again, "I know you do." "Frank you're making me nervous," I said cautiously, "Seriously, what's wrong?" I reached out again, placing my hand on top of his, I felt him tense beneath me. "Nothing's wrong Gee." He mumble and stared at our hands, "I don't feel good." He sighed and jumped up, running to the bathroom and slamming the door. I got up and trudged after him, stopping when I reached the front of the door. "Frank-" I started to say but I was cut off by him coughing. "Shit" I mumbled and pushed the door open. And of course there Frank was, on his knees in front of the toilet, coughing and sobbing. I crouched down next to him as I've done millions of times before, holding back his long dark brown hair and rubbing his back. "You're alright" I whispered and kissed the back of his head. He shook his head, "Look" he rasped, his voice torn and broken. I looked over into the toilet and instead of just regular vomit...there was blood. "Frank" I whispered on the edge of tears, "We need to get you help, this is getting too bad-" "No!" Frank almost shouted, "I don't fucking need help, I'll be fine!" Shaking my head I pulled him up and into my arms. "You're not fine, you need help." "Maybe I don't want help!" He spat and pulled away from me harshly, "Maybe I want to fucking die! Maybe I just want to rot away!" "Frank-" "Don't try and fucking reason with me! They're my feelings and you can't change them, stop trying, you're never going to fix me. I'm over it. Just leave me alone." I stared at him in disbelief, tears soaking both our faces. "If that's what you want" I choked and slowly got up, leaving frank sobbing on the floor.

Notes

only two more chapters guys, and it's ends sadly. I'm writing the last chapter rn and I'm like I tears.