Whiskey Seems To Be My Holy Water (Frerard)

"Mom! I'm home." I call out to my mom. I kick off my old converse. "Frankie-" she says. She stared at me with her big eyes full of being sorry. I slowly glance at the the others around the living room. My dad. My therapist. My grandpa. My mom. And my grandma.
"What, uh, are you doing here?" I ask. My eyes scanning over the people in the room.
"I told them about your cuts that I found today." My mom said cutting the sheet of awkward silence.
i was so mad. I hadn't lied to her about my scratches. They were from the attack I had.
"Mom! I told you, they were from my panic attack!" I shouted.
"Dont raise your voice at your mother!" My dad shouted at me.
"yeah. Yell at me for yelling at my mom. Real smart." I said.
"Frank." My grandpa said. "Fuck this. I'm going to my room." I yelled once again. I grabbed my converse and backpack and ran to my room. I got out my phone and texted Oliver.

frnk: hey man. Can I come over. It's hell here.
oli: sure. I'm going to a party tho. You coming?
frnk: where at
oli: matts house
frnk: shadows?
oli: yup.
frnk: yeah I guess I'll go.
oli: I'll come pick you up.
frnk: it's fine. I'll board over.
oli: cya

I took out my school stuff from my backpack and put some clothes and a pair of extra shoes to take. I'll be spending the night at Oliver's house for a few days. I checked my phone. It was 3:45. I had 15 minutes before I wanted to show up at Oliver's house. I went in my drawer and grabbed my razor.
*TRIGGERING*
I pressed down and sliced really quick. I looked down and it made this weird indent. After 3 seconds it started bleeding a lot. I grabbed my gauze and wrapped it in my arm. I pulled my sleeves down, put on my shoes, grabbed my bag and my board and jumped out the window.


I walked to Oliver's house. Me and him were really close but he still didn't know about my anxiety and self harm. He knew my depression though. He was severely bullied like me. Except now he's pretty popular at school. Unlike me. It's nice thoug to be able to have him as a friend.

I saw he left a rope for me to climb up to his window.
we liked going through windows.

"Oliver!" I said halfway through the window. He quickly scurried over and pulled me through the window. "Thanks man." I said to him. He nodded.

"So what's going on there to make it so hellish." He asked. I loved hearing his voice. Not in a way that I loved him. I just loved his accent. He was British.

"My mom saw some scratches that were from an attack and thought I was 'cutting'" I did air quotes around it. He still doesn't know.

"Let me see em!" He said smiling.
"No." I said pointing my finger at him.
"why not?" He whined.
i just shook my head. "So what time is the party?" I asked him. "In about an hour." He said.
i threw my backpack down and it hit his lamp and made it fall over.
"Bloddy hell Frank." He laughed.
And you know what? So did I.

Notes

Hey guys! Boring chapter I know.
it was also short!
but I got a comment so THANKS :)

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*awkward silence*

well see ya guys
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-Frerard-ified