Life Sucks, But We'll Carry On Anyway *SLOW UPDATES*

Frank's POV-

When I arrived home, I quickly dropped my bag onto my bed, and took out my phone, checking my Facebook...
Sure enough, Gerard had added me...
Luckily he hasn't messaged me or anything. The I'd be really fucked.
I wanted to accept the request, but for some reason it took my ten minutes to work myself up to it, even though he's the one who added me, and it shouldn't be hard... I guess that's just me.

I just got a Facebook message, and I panicked thinking it was Gerard, but relaxed when it was just my friend Chloe.

Chloe- hey, can I talk to you?
Me- yeah, what's up?
Chloe- I dumped Fin...
Me- oh... That sucks, why?
Chloe- we just don't click anymore, I don't feel any sparks anymore.
Me- fair enough... How did he take it?
Chloe- he cried, it really hurt him. I didn't want to hurt him... I feel really bad.
Me- no, don't feel bad, you told him how you feel and that's good. He will feel bad because he did genuinely like you, so it's natural for him to be upset.
Chloe- thanks Melody, you can always make me feel better.
Me- no problem
Chloe- bye
Me- see ya

With that I closed my phone.

"Melody, come out here and have dinner!" My dad yelled.

Ugh food.... I really don't want to eat... I'm too fat.... But I'm just really hungry from not eating all day... But I'm too fat.... But I'm hungry.... Puke it after eating? Yeah, okay.

I came out of my room, into the lounge room, and my dad passed me a plate of food and i ate it all.

*bulimia tw*

I then went to the bathroom, and stuck 2 fingers down my throat, making myself choke and gag some of the food up.

It didn't work all that well, as it was really gross tasting.
I did it a few more times, till about 3 quarters of what I had eaten was out, then I flushed the toilet and into the bathroom for more self hate, yay.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

Why did you eat? If you hadn't of eaten, you wouldn't have to puke.

You ate because you are so fat and weak.

Not only that, but you will never be a girl.

You're breasts are just getting bigger and bigger, it's disgusting.

You will never be a real boy.

You deserve to die.

*self harm tw*

With that, I pressed the knife to my wrist and sliced down, hard, drawing blood instantly.
I did it a few more times, then quickly rinsed and dabbed it, until it stopped bleeding.

Shit, my dad thinks I'm over this "phase", he's gonna freak if he sees these scars.
I sighed again and shoved a jumper over my shirt.

I walked out to the living room, and plugged in my earphones to my phone and started listening to music until my dad stopped me.

"Have you done your homework?"
"Yes" I lied.
"Ok, do you want to watch a movie?"
"Not really...." I admitted, feeling slightly guilty.
"Come on you're always on that, what are you even doing?"
"Listening to music"
"Ok, just watch this with me." He pushed.
"Okay okay fine!" I gave in.
"By the way, you're going to your mom's house tomorrow for the day, she's going to get you after school, okay?"
"Yeah" I replied, not particularly looking forward to that.

I sat with my dad and as he played the movie, all I could think about was today.... Gerard, Evelyn, Chloe, my scars, my body... Everything.

After the movie, my dad was already asleep, and it was 11:36pm.
So turned the TV off and went to my room, closing the door, putting on music, kneeing I'd be up for a while due to fabulous insomnia.

I really hope Gerard doesn't talk to me or look at me weird or anything...

But knowing my luck, that probably will happen.

Notes

This chapter was kinda hard to write owo