Trapped In A Skeletal Coffin Called ''My Body''

Gerard's POV-

~next day~

I heard a noise, and looked up, from my bed seeing Frank coming in with a piece of toast.
‘’Good morning, I made you breakfast.’’ He greeted me.

Ugh more food ^-^

I sighed, ‘’Fraaaaannnkkk…’’ I whined.
‘’Geraaaarrrrd…’’ He whined in the same tone as me, making me smirk, slightly.
He sat on the bed with le food, placed it in front of me.
-_- ‘’can you eat it instead?’’ I asked, already knowing the answer.
He shook his head, ‘’Nope, you.’’
‘’Can you eat at least half of it then, and I’ll eat the other?’’ I tried again.

Frank looked like he was considering his options when I mentioned this and finally gave in, ‘’Okay, fine, but you are eating the other half.’’

I nodded, and before my mind could stop me I shoved the whole half in my mouth at once… probably not a good idea, but I just wanted to get it over and done with.

Frank started laughing, because my mouth was stuffed.
When I was done, he smiled, ‘’I’m so proud of you.’’

I smiled, and he leaned in to kiss me, and I forcefully kissed him back, and positioned myself sitting on his lap, and started grinding on his thigh.
A moan escaped his mouth and we continued making out for a while, until (of course) Ray came in… =-=

‘’Oh… shit, sorry’’ He said, covering his eyes, and running out the room.
we giggled, before I kissed him once more on the lips and then got up.
‘’I’m going to shower.’’ I said, he nodded.
‘’I’m going to have a nap.’’ He decided aloud.

I shut the door to the bathroom, locking it, and turned on the shower.
Tbh I felt like I was going to throw up again… but I didn’t want my stomach to be the cause of it, so I decided I would do it to myself instead…

~bulimic trigger warning~

I kneeled in front of the toilet, and opened the lid, then I shoved a finger down my throat, making me gag, which didn’t turn into vomit, so I shoved 2 fingers down this time and succeeded, making me puke the toast, and some left overs of yesterday’s pizza….
I continued until I felt like I couldn’t anymore…
Then I flushed the toilet, and hopped into the shower.

~~ over ~~

As I was washing my hair, I thought, Frank will be so disappointed if he finds out what I did…. He thought I was getting better… they all did…
I felt my eyes water, and decided only one thing could make the pain go away.

~self-harm trigger warning~

I got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my waist, then I took a pair of nail scissors from the cabinet, I dragged it across my wrist a few times, until I was bleeding a fair bit…
I started crying… not from the physical pain, but from the emotional pain….
I heard someone knock on the door, as I was still cutting…
‘’Hey, anyone in there?’’ Frankie’s voice called.
‘’Uhh, yeah, I’m in here Frank…’’ I called back.
‘’Gee?’’
‘’Hm?’’ I replied, just wishing he would go away, so I could clean myself up.
‘’Can I come in?’’ He asked.
‘’No…’’ I replied, which obviously only made him want to come in more…
He opened the door… which of course I forgot to lock... nice going Gerard.

I quickly turned my back to him, so he couldn’t see the damage I had done…
Frank walked inside, shutting the door behind him, then turned to the mirror, fixing his hair…
As he was doing so, I frantically wiped up the blood, and of course he glanced over to me, eyebrow raised.
‘’Why are you hiding from me?’’
‘’I-I’m not… I’m just doing something…’’ was all I could makeup to defend myself.
‘’Can I see?’’ He asked, I felt him looking at me, curiously.
‘’No…’’ I muttered, and then I couldn’t take it anymore, and let my tears fall silently.

Why did I do that?! They will be so disappointed in me…
I felt Frank's hand go on my shoulder, slowly turning me around revealing my tear stained face, and bloody arm… yay… *sarcasm*

Frank’s pov-

I was intrigued with curiosity when Gerard said I couldn’t see whatever he was doing… so I decided I would find out for myself, if he wouldn’t tell me.
I placed my hand on his shoulder, and slowly turned him around… what I saw next I definitely was not expecting...

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