Leviathan (Frerard)

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(TW: SELF HARM)

PART III:
I FEEL NOTHING, SO MUCH BLOOD

CHAPTER 2: "I STARED AT HIM SEEING BERT FOR A FEW MOMENTS."

Gerard's pov:

He laughed. "Pfft yeah fucking right, you're beautiful." He said. I widened my eyes. He kissed me on the cheek. I smiled at him. "Are you gonna tell me what happened?" He asked. I snickered. "I didn't kill anyone." He stared at me. "I just lost control on my other wrist." I rolled up my right sleeve and showed him my deep cuts on my wrist. Still bloody. "Do you want bandages?" He asked me. "It's fine." He held his hand out for me. I held his tattooed hand and stared at it. I stared at him seeing Bert for a few moments. I blinked and saw Frank again his tattooed hand returning. God what's wrong with me.
"Are you okay?" "I should go home, Frankie." I gave him a kiss and walked home thinking about Bert again.

Flashback:

Bert <3: sorry about last night I was pretty wasted. Also aren't you going to say happy birthday to your boyfriend???

Me: it's fine you were acting cute. Happy birthday. We should go to the cemetery

Bert <3: okay

I walked to the cemetery. I bought him his favorite cigarettes, vodka, and some joints. "You took forever." Bert said to me. I rolled my eyes at him. "Whatever, also here." I said handing him the stuff I got him. "Thanks, Gee." He kissed me. "But damn no painkillers." I laughed. "Fuck off. Also I thought you were off them." He took a swig of the vodka I got for him. "Yeah, well I lied." He said. I felt kind of angry. "Bert!" He kissed me before I could even yell at him. I rolled my eyes but kissed him back anyway. I kissed him for a long time. He dragged me on the cemetery floor. I pulled away from him. "Bert..." "What?" He asked taking out his lighter and lit up the joint. I laughed. "You know what, don't play dumb." He laughed back. "Sorry, Gee. Vodka kind of makes me act impulsively." I smirked. "It's okay, it caught me off guard." "I know." He said with a huge grin on his face. I know he's proud of making me nervous.
He put out the joint on his ashtray he brought. We never really smoked without one of us bringing an ashtray. There's a forest right next to the cemetery so him and I never want to start a forest fire. This is one of the only places we like going to hang out.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. "Oh is this a set up for me telling you how I feel?" He smirked. "You should, Gee you haven't told me anything. I'm worried about you." He said holding my hand. I smiled at him. Who knew being so self destructive could be so beautiful. That's the definition of Bert. Beautiful but self destructive. He smiled back at me. Almost like he could hear my thoughts. "Fine, but it's better if I show you." I pulled my sleeve up and showed him my self harm scars. He pulled up his sleeve and we compared our scars. "I like your tattoos." I said now noticing them. He always wears his black jacket. "They're new a birthday gift to myself." I lit up my cigarette. "I like them." I said staring at his tattooed arms and hands. He blushed. "Thanks...." He said quietly.

End of flashback:

There was a knock on my door. I think it was Mikey and Ray. I heard their voices behind the door. "Gerard, do you know where Frank is?" Mikey asked. "He didn't come to school today." Ray said. I unlocked my door.

'I'm not sure. I talked to him yesterday.'

"We thought you'd know. It's not normal for him to not show up." "It's weird. He at least smokes with us at lunch or drinks with us..." Ray said thinking out loud. I smiled at them. It's nice how much they care about him. I thought of where Frank could be. Maybe the cemetery.

'Frank's at the cemetery.'

"Why?"

'I'm not sure.'

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