My Musical Romance

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Alice’s POV

I was scared of Honouris, for Honouris. Scared that she was going to kill herself, I know she wanted to.

“Guys… We need to get Honouris some help. She’s not well… Not well at all…” I said. Everyone nodded in agreement. We decided to get her into hospital. It was for her own good. It sounded selfish, but we needed her to be better so we could tour.

Within days, Honouris was in hospital. She had been diagnosed with severe depression and anorexia. She had been put inside a mental hospital. We had no idea when she would be allowed out, but we stayed loyal to her, not hiring a new bassist or taking any gigs. She had 2 years maximum to be better. If she wasn’t recovered by then, we would hire someone new.

I felt like we were putting a lot of pressure on her, but we also wanted her to live her dream. She couldn’t do that until she was better. It was the best thing for her, even if she didn’t think it.

Honouris’ POV

I was checked into hospital. At first, I didn’t know what to do. I knew nobody. I kept to myself, not talking to anybody. Old habits die hard.

After about 2 weeks of being there, I noticed a tattooed man, alone. He had black hair and piercings. I wanted to go to him, as he sat in the corner. However, I didn’t want to annoy him, so I decided against it.

As I got my food, a few days after seeing him, I noticed him again. I sat alone at the bench furthest from him, observing his actions. He slowly ate, and then looked up to see me watching him. I quickly looked down at my food, pushing my food around my plate.

I got up and chucked the food away, immediately leaving the room. Suddenly, a large hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me backwards. It was him.

His eyes stared into mine like daggers, making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

“You didn’t eat.” He stated.  It wasn’t a question, but I shook my head anyway.

“Why not?” He asked, somewhat sadder. Without speaking, I pulled up my sleeve, revealing my most recent cut. The word “FAT” was carved there.

He gasped and, without warning, gave me a bear hug. His arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe and protected. I hugged back, not knowing what else to do.

He whispered in my ear “You’re so thin. I’m scared I’m going to break you.” I buried my head into his shoulder, almost crying.

As he slowly slipped away from my body, I noticed the tears in his eyes.

“You need to eat.” He said, calmly.

“Can’t.” I replied, quietly.

“Why?”

“I cannot become the fat monster I once was. It’s taken me years to get this thin and I refuse to gain any more weight. Whenever I eat I think 'You're fat, don't eat it. You know you shouldn't just skip this meal and every other meal until you're so skinny that you collapse and hopefully die'. It hurts to gain a few pounds, let alone gain everything back. I’ll never be thin enough, I’ll never be perfect, but I can goddamn try.” I said, making fists at my sides, shaking.

The man looked hurt and somewhat shocked. I turned away, trying not to break down into tears.

He called after me, which was hard, considering he didn’t know my name. After I had gotten into my room, which was so small it could barely be considered a room, I sat on my bed and cried. I liked the tattoo man, but he was scared of breaking me I was so thin. But I can’t eat.

When did this all get so fucked up? I was just going to lose a few pounds and now I can’t even eat an apple without hating myself. Fuck this shit.

Frank’s POV

I was in hospital for depression. We had been taking a break, the band I mean. It had hit hard on me. I had nothing to do to distract me, so my old thoughts came back. I had been assured I wasn’t going to be in here a long time, just for a month or two.

A girl was looking at me whilst I ate. She thought I didn’t know, but I was looking at her the entire time. She was beautiful, but extremely thin. I looked up at her, and she looked down to her food, which she hadn’t touched. After moving the food around a bit, she put the plate in the bin, and left.

I couldn’t just let her leave, so I ran behind her and turned her around to face me, by force.

After asking her why she didn’t eat, she gave me a touching, and scary speech. Then she left. I didn’t even get her name.

I found a nurse and asked them what her name was.

“Honouris.” She identified. I thanked her and ran down the corridor. After looking through the windows of each room, I found hers. I gently knocked on the door. The quiet sobbing sounds subsided into nothing as she muttered “Yes?”

I slowly came into her room.

“Hey. I’m Frank Lero, by the way.” I winked at her, trying to lighten the situation.

Suddenly, the biggest smile erupted on her face. She ran up to me and hugged me tight. Her long thin arms were like daggers in my chest. I gently hugged her back, scared of hugging her to the point of shattering her brittle bones. I don’t know why, but I felt extremely protective over her. Her arms, and probably more of her body, were covered in scars, and I felt so miserable that she had gotten to the point of hurting herself to get rid of pain.

I stayed with her that night. We barely talked, just hugged until she fell asleep. I watched her as she slept; she gently snored and I nestled my head into her neck, loving the smell of her hair. Gently, I kissed the base of her neck. She gasped slightly but slept once more, even deeper this time. It felt good, to have her sleep in my arms. Hopefully she felt safe, because that’s all I want. For her to be safe.

~Edited~

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Finally Frank comes into the story!! 

So...YAY

-รŧøям-