Love and Hate (Gerard Way Love Story)

WTF?!

Frankie’s POV:

Vy, her room it’s... More importantly herself. Her floor has clothes scattered all around and beer bottles lying in some spots. Her walls are multi colored like I remember them, except they have a lot of graphic drawings all over them now. Vy is fucking drunk, but has control over herself. Her arms are bleeding from the cuts made by the discarded razor blade; her hair is half electric blue half raven black. She died her hair straight down the middle of her head.

I look up to her face and I see a well played poker face, but her eyes betray her. I see all the pain, agony, shame, and regret that she must be feeling. She stops playing and sets her guitar down. I scramble up and engulf her in a hug. “Oww.” She mutters. “Sorry. Let’s get you cleaned up while you tell me why.” I grab her upper arm and pull her to the bathroom. “You said that you were recovering.” Maura snaps. “Recovery is a difficult thing.” Vy snaps back

“Maura just go. Vy needs to calm down.” I motion for her to leave and she does slamming the door behind her. “Why?” I ask in a small voice. “My depression. It started a couple months after I left when my grandmother died of cancer. I didn’t have anyone to help me, so depression got the best of me.” She says quietly. I remember her grandmother, she was really nice. She helped me when my parents were fighting, not to mention she was an amazing cook.

“Cutting helped ease the pain. Booze helped more. Eventually I got addicted. I realized that I should stop both and I tried. This is the first time that I’ve cut or drank since I started recovering.” She continues. I get out some hydrogen peroxide and gently pour it over her cuts. “Fuck!” She hisses. “Sorry. But I’ve got to.” I say. “It’s okay Frankie. It just hurts like a bitch.” She sighs. “I know.” I say more quietly this time. “You, you cut as well?” She asks. “I used to.” I reply.

“So that’s how you know how to take care of this shit.” She says. “No, actually I know how from taking care of Gerard.” I say instantly regretting saying anything. “What? He cuts too?” She says very shocked. “Addicted like you. But to cutting, booze, and drugs.” I say quietly again. “Oh wow.” She says quietly. I wrap her arms up and lead her back to her room. “Thanks for helping me Frankie.” She says quietly again. “No problem.” I sit down next to her on her bed. “I’ll try harder to stop. I promise.” She mumbles.

“Just know that you can always count on me to be there for you. Always.” I get up and walk out of her room. I walk upstairs and shout to them. “BYE!” I close the door behind me and walk home. Mental note, take the girls to meet the others. I hope the guys will be happy to see them, and hopefully Vy doesn’t break down in front of them.