Leviathan (Frerard)

✟𝟏𝟑. ✟

TW: SELF HARM

PART IV:
MY MIND'S ALWAYS SPINNING AROUND

CHAPTER 1: "FUCK YOU TOO, YOU LITTLR FUCKER."

Frank's pov:

"Did you smoke my whole pack?" "No, who the fuck smokes that much in an hour?" "Me." I laughed. He pulled out another pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Why do you have two packs of cigarettes?" "I smoke a lot when I overthink and drink." "Oh." "I don't drink as often anymore." "I've been drinking too much." "I could tell you always look rough before school starts and after." "I can't help it I like how drinking makes me overthink." "Why?" "Because I can finally stop having such a barrier on my mind. I can't help but stop thinking entirely about certain things, when I'm sober." "What things?" "It's nothing." "Are you lying?" I stayed quiet and started at his arm. I rolled up his sleeve and saw more cuts than before. "Gee..." He pulled his sleeve down. "Leave me alone, Frank." I stayed quiet not even running after him. I know I should just leave him alone. I sat in my room and starting crying. It's weird that he loves me he's just so distant. I fell asleep.

"Frank?" I heard a familiar voice say. I opened my eyes. "Bert? Where the fuck did you come from?" I sat up with him. "It feels weird, doesn't it?" He said his arms bleeding, gushing with blood. "Holy shit! Do you need bandages?" He laughed his arms still bleeding out. I looked in my drawer for bandages for him. "Here." I said and wrapped his arms, he surprisingly let me. He laughed again. "Thanks. Ha! Remember when you and Ray did this after school?" I frowned remembering.

Flashback:

"Frank!" "What's wrong Ray?" "I found this." He was holding Bert's black jacket. "Come on let's try finding him." I said and held it. I looked at it and saw blood on my hand. Shit. I gave the jacket to Ray and ran to Bert on the floor crying. "Bert, your going to be okay." I said and patted his back. His face was bloody I think he got stabbed by that asshole Kyle. "Can you walk?" I asked. "No." He said quietly. Ray picked him up. "Frank we got to take him to the hospital." "No!" He said loudly. "Why?" "Bert, you could die from the blood loss." Ray said worried. "I don't give a shit. Fucking put me down." He said pissed off all of a sudden. He pushed Ray off and walked off. He pushed Ray really hard to the point where he fell back a little. "I'll be back." I said, he nodded handing me his jacket.
I ran after Bert. "Fuck off, Frank. I don't need your fucking help." He said so angry. "I don't give a shit. So let me bandage you up so you die. I don't want my best friend more depressed. Also I care about you. Why do you think I always try helping you?" He stopped walking and cried again. "Bert?" I said walking closer to him. "Gerard." "What about him." "I broke up with him." "Why?" "Because he... ugh it doesn't matter. I fucked up, I'm so fucking stupid!" He yelled the last sentence. He groaned his stomach hurting. "We're going to my house." I walked with him. We entered through his window to his room.

"Where's the bandages?" I asked. He lit up and took a hit from his bong. He exhaled a big smoke cloud filling the air. Making my mouth salivate. "Damn, Frankie. I'll let you take a hit after you bandage me up. Anyways go ask my mom." He said his eyes red. I smiled and walked to his mom drinking wine with Bert's step dad. "Frank." His mom said with a smile. "Hi, I need bandages." "Oh there in the top drawer." "Thanks." I said and left to Bert's room. "Shit, can you open the window. That prick is here." I opened the window and sat down. He stood up better and took off his shirt. I saw a lot of bruises from Kyle. "I never thanked you or Ray. So thanks Frank." He smiled a little. But not fully I frowned knowing why. "Yeah, sure." I said wrapping the bandages over the big gash over and under his noticeably boney rib cage.
"Here's a better thank you." He said handing me a bong and a bag of weed. "Dude! Thank you." He laughed. "Well smoke it up." He said and laughed. "What?" "I gave you a smaller one because your short." "Fuck you." We stayed quiet, his music playing a little bit. I guess he wanted to get high while listening to Trent Reznor's voice. I guess I will too. I took a hit from the bong he gave me. Feeling immediately high. "Bert, call Gerard. Get back together with him. I'm sure he'll understand whatever it is that happened between the two of you." He smiled. "How'd you know?" "Know what?" "That I was going to call him after you left." "Shit, I'll leave right now then." He laughed.

End of flashback:

"Yeah I remember." "Shit you still have it." He smiled again, staring at the bong. "You're a really good friend, Frank. You also make Gerard happy. Something I couldn't do. I'm honestly a little jealous." He said sadly. I laughed. "Pfft no fucking way. You made Gerard happy too. He'd never shut up about you even now he won't shut up about you." He rolled his eyes. "Frankie, you're still naive." "What?" "That's how he falls in love with someone." "I still don't understand." "Of course you don't." He laughed and smiled wide. I've never seen him smile until now. I mean not unless he was around Gerard. "He fell in love with me because I made him forget about dying and depression for the most part. But I never made him happy. I made him forget. But you, you are like a fucking cure Frank. So I'm going to tell you something I never told you before I called Gerard and you left my house. 'Fuck you too, you little fucker.'" I laughed.

"Frank." Mikey said and poured water on my face. "What the fuck."

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Wow I suck I haven't updated this in almost two months. I'll try to update this again later today.

Edit: holy shit I forgot that I was obsessed with skins and that's why I quoted Tony when he says (well sorta) "I love you." To Michelle and then says "and you I love you too, you little fucker." To Sid and then kissed him.

Love ya my wee clouds
- Sid <3