The World Never Wanted Me •Frerard•

Seven: There's Nothing There For Me

Meh. I have been obsessively watching Lost for the past three days.

This is how I spend my time.

Oh well. The picture has nothing to do with the story, I just love Klaus.

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*sort of trigger warning*

Chapter Seven

I continued to watch Sabrina, though Frank slept through most of it. When the end credits rolled, after Linus has finally gone after Sabrina, I poked Frank in a weak attempt to awake him.

"Mom, I don't fucking care about church, go away," he mumbled. I snickered and poked him nose. "Fine, fine! I'm up!" He yelled, sitting up.

"Chill, it's only me," I said, laughing. He blinked and looked up at me with his green-hazel eyes. I stuttered and looked back at him. "Uh..."

He shook his head, standing up. I watched him as he removed the DVD from the player and placed it back in its case. He yawned and flopped back on the bed.

"Hey!" I yelled, laughing as I fell back next to him. He pushed his fingers through his hair, his face still groggy and tired. It immediately fell back in his face. I smirked and pushed it behind his ear, turning on my side to face him.

"So...when are you going to tell me about that mark on your face?" I asked.

"I already did. It was my bed frame-"

"I'm not stupid, Frank."

He sighed and looked at me for a moment. I raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to continue.

"Gerard-"

I grabbed his arm, "Frank, you can tell me." He looked at me doubtfully and sighed once more.

He rubbed the back of his neck, an obvious sign of stress. "Well, you know my family...they're kinda...orthodox."

"Yeah. Are you saying-"

"My mom. She, uh, ever since I was little...well, she doesn't exactly share my views on homosexuality," he laughed sadly.

"Oh, Frank," I said, reaching my hand up to touch the fading bruise next to his eye.

He grabbed my hand, holding it to his face. "She just, I think it's just the way she was raised. I don't blame her-"

"Frank. I know you love her but...she can't do this to you and then say that she loves you."

He nodded. "I know, I just...I wish I was able to change her mind."

"Me too," I said. "Are there any others?"

He looked up. "Any other what?"

I gestured to his eye. "Oh," he said. "Yeah."

"Where?" I asked. I wanted to see what she had done to him. I couldn't believe that this had been done to someone as sweet as Frank. He took off his shirt, revealing his pale torso. Or maybe it was pale before it had been marked with the red and purple of bruise after bruise. What really stood out were the scars; I would know those scars anywhere.

"Frank..." I said, touching the raised pink lines that littered his chest and upper stomach. He hung his head.

"Don't be embarrassed," I said. "Look at me."

He did, his eyes meeting mine hesitantly. I lifted up my sleeves, showing him the red scars from the burns. Many of them were just beginning to fade.

His eyes grew wide as he examined my arm. "How did you-"

"Lighter," I said simply.

"Why?" He asked, his eyes saddening.

I shrugged. I knew exactly why, I just didn't want to say it out loud. Frank didn't need to hear that.

He scooted closer to me and asked me once more. "Gee, why?"

"Because you're fat," my mind said to me. "Because you're incapable of sustaining relationships. All you care about is your art. What the hell is wrong with you?"

I grabbed my head and whimpered. "Shut up, shut up!"

Frank drew his hands back and looked at me, his eyes frightened.

"N-No, not you."

He hesitated. "Who then?"

I shook my head and pulled Frank closer to me. "Okay," he sighed. We sat there for a while, awkwardly hugging on his bed, both us of probably thinking about how messed up we were. It was kind of satisfying to know that I wasn't the only one with problems. We were both fucked up in our own weird ways.

I felt my eyes begin to droop. I didn't want to sleep, but somehow lying there next to Frank made me feel safe and warm. I shook myself awake and sat up, realizing what I was doing. I couldn't do this.

I jumped out of his bed, remembering what I had told myself.

"Gerard?" Frank said, sitting up.

"Fuck, I can't! I shouldn't be here," I muttered. Frank stood up, trying to get me to sit back down. "No, you don't understand, fuck I'm gonna be in so much trouble." I pushed him away and ran out of his bedroom. I don't want to hurt him, but I couldn't stay with him. He deserved better.

I grabbed my keys from my pocket and threw open Frank's front door. I felt like an idiot for doing this to him, but I couldn't stay there and make it seem like we were a thing. I wasn't allowed.

"Damn right," I said to myself. I knew that I would suffer the consequences from spending more time with Frank. I felt tears blur my vision as I got in to my car and put the keys in the ignition. I drove away, leaving Frank startled and confused in his doorway.

I started on my way, though I wasn't going home. I needed to get some stuff before I could return to the inner sanctum of my room in the basement. I made my way to the one person I hated most, but needed desperately.

"Bert..." I mumbled angrily. "You better have my goddamn pills you son of a bitch."

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Bert you little shit.

Heh. Drama. Sorry this chapter is hella short.

Okay so, I might update Vampires later.

Okay well, bye.

xomikes