20 Rules.

Gerard sat in the parking lot, thinking. He lit the cigarette and blew the grey smoke out, the tears rolling down his cheeks were beginning to leave marks, his eyeliner was smirred everywhere. He lied down, listening to nothing but the calm night and his own heartbeat. Gerard was an asshole, he pushed Mikey off of him when he tried to drag Gerard away from the sink. He was an asshole, he didn't deserve to live, he groaned and wanted to scream. The thoughts wouldn't go away. He ripped the red tie off, the starts were calm. Everyone was asleep right now, the mum, the fathers
, the kid, the homeless, the spoiled, the poor, the dogs was sleeping, Mikey was sleeping, Frank was probably also asleep. It wouldn't be weird if Frank was up, thinking right now.
And that was exactly what Frank was, he was sitting, curled into a ball in the bathroom. He was over thinking, he didn't know where Gerard was. He didn't know if Gerard was alive, he didn't know if Gerard was injured, he didn't know if Gerard needed him, as much as he needed Gerard. He flew up, Frank should find Gerard.
He slowly opened the bathroom door, grabbed the keys and looked at their empty bed. He shared it with Gerard and it was always warm and comfortable, it smelled like him. But now it was grinning at Frank, and the smell of Gerard was only there to hurt Frank. He opened the door and ran outside where he saw a small red light, which was Gerard's ciggerate. Frank's stomach sank as he walked over to the odd spot in the parking lot. Gerard heard footsteps and sat up, he couldn't really see anything but a small fragile figure, he figured it was Frank.
Frank stopped in his tracks as he gazed at Gerard, the streetlight detecting Frank's movement turned on. Gerard had lied down for a long time, since the lights were off. He could see Gerard's familiar 'I'm sorry' grin. Gerard didn't really take his issues too seriously when it came to talking about them. Frank quickly spotted a razor blade, shining as the light hit it, an empty bottle of whiskey and a half empty one of vodka. Frank's eyes searched for Gerard's wrists and quickly found them, they were covered in blood, they were red, bloody and swollen. Frank teared up and ran over to Gerard, he kneeled in front of him and grabbed his hands. Both Gerard and Frank were crying and shaking. Gerard opened his mouth;
"Are you the real Frankie?" He stuttered, Gerard had seen other Franks, but they were cussing him out. Frank was confused. What was Gerard talking about?
Frank placed a soft and gentle kiss on Gerard's nose.
"Yes. " He said, would Gerard believe him? The kiss felt so real.
"O..." Gerard grinned, clearly in pain. "There was another Frank.. he called me mean things. But all of it were true. " He continued, Frank shivered. It couldn't be real. Frank had never seen Gerard this miserable before.
"Gerard, I don't know what the other me said. But I know none of the mean things were true!" Frank almost cried out. He then turned his attention to Gerard's swollen and bloody wrists, he took his black scarf and wrapped it around one of Gerard's arms. Gerard tried pushing him off, he didn't think he deserved this. He was an asshole, he was always forcing himself into Frank.
"Fra-nk.. stop I don't deserve this!" He groaned, Frank tackled him down so they were lying on the cement now. Frank hugged Gerard so tight like this was the last time he would see him.
"I love you, Gerard." Frank cried, "Why would you do this to yourself?" He stuttered. Gerard was looking at the sky, how did Frank love him? He probably just said that so Gerard wouldn't kill himself. Frank did love Gerard, Gerard loved Frank.
"Because I deserve it, Frank." Gerard mumbled. And his mind was telling him he was right.

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