No Coffee For Gee ~ Discontinued!

It had been quiet inside the room for a while now. There had been no crying, no screaming, and no sound of things being broken, and THAT scared Frankie much more than the noises he'd heard before.
He'd been sat on the floor outside Gee's bedroom door for the last two hours, trying to get ANY kind of response from his best friend, but he'd gotten nothing.
Donna had spent the first hour by his side, before squeezing his hand comfortingly, then heading downstairs to call Linda.
Frankie's mum was down there now, talking to her friend, and probably making her the endless cups of coffee that ALL the Ways seemed to need to survive. Honestly, there wasn't much else she could do, besides just BE there.
"Gee?.. PLEASE just.. TALK to me.." Nothing ".. You're scaring me Gee. Let me know you're ok.. Please?"
Inside the room, on the bed, curled up in a tiny, shivering ball, Gee could hear Frankie calling out to him.
Gee stared at his bruised and rope burned wrists, not daring to remove his hoodie to see the new marks that Mikey had given him, not wanting to know.
Mikey had reminded him, as if he needed it, just how worthless, useless, pointless and disgusting he was. He'd forced him to strip, then stood the weeping, frightened boy in front of the big mirror in their mother's bedroom, and pointed out each and every flaw on his thin, pale body, before beating him, telling him to dress, then tying him up and putting him in that tiny, dark cupboard.
Gee had hated the dark for a long time, something ELSE Mikey was responsible for, and he also suffered from claustrophobia, but that was manageable, for the most part.
Tears now dried, sobs quietened, Gee finally moved from his foetal position to slowly sit up.
Gee had a secret, something only Mikey knew.. and HE'D only discovered it today. Something that, if found out, he'd be in a lot of trouble.
Climbing stiffly off his bed, Gee walked on shaky legs over to his desk, and opened the bottom drawer.
Moving aside erasers, broken pencils and various other miscellaneous crap, Gee eventually found what he was looking for. At the very back, underneath an empty Twinkie wrapper that he was pretty sure had been there since the dawn of time, Gee's fingers finally closed around the small, wooden box.
Pulling the box from its hiding place, Gee closed the drawer, and silently returned to his bed.
Once settled, the thin, sweet, sad boy, opened the box, and removed it's only contents, setting the box on the comforter by his side.
Gee gazed with lifeless eyes, the spark gone now, at the sliver of metal held delicately in his fingertips.
The blade was fairly new, and still sharp, but then, it WAS his third.
Taking a breath, Gee lifted up the bottom of his hoodie, and placed the slicing edge against his scarred skin..
1, for how ugly he was. 2, for how fat. 3, for being a faggot. 4, for being so stupid. 5, because Frankie would NEVER love him. 6,7,8, because his life was worth nothing, and right now, all he wanted was to end it.
Then it struck him.. That's EXACTLY what he'd do!
Putting the blade down on his bedside cabinet, Gee carefully removed his hoodie, wincing slightly at the sting on his hip, and dropped it onto the floor. He picked up the blade, light from his bedside lamp reflecting off the steel, and moved it toward his left wrist.
He'd never cut there before, always scared that someone would see, but that didn't matter now.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Gee slid the blade into his soft, white flesh.
He was used to the sting, used to pain, but he couldn't help but wince as the blood started to flow.
His vision wavered as he cut again, and again, til his hand began to shake too much to even hold the blade. It slipped from numb fingers as he flopped limply onto his side on the blood soaked sheets.
At the back of his mind, Gee knew that his mum would be upset, Frankie too, but as his consciousness started to fade away, and he felt like he was drifting on a cloud, he figured they'd get over it, after all, he WAS just a worthless piece of shit faggot.. not like there was anything they'd miss.
As Gee's eyes slipped shut, he was only vaguely aware of Frankie's voice, still calling to him through the bedroom door. And then everything was blissfully silent, and black...

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. I'm SOOOO sorry for this, but I always intended for this fic to become dark.

I, myself, am currently clean, and have been for a while, though it's not easy. I hope if any of you get to the point that Gee has here, that you'll ask for help, and not do what he has done. You don't have to suffer alone.. let someone in!

Please comment, message me if you like.. Stay safe and strong.. And peace out!
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