Action Cat (Gerard Way X Reader)

Complex

TW: substance abuse (Xanax), addiction/withdrawals, Frank encouraging y/n to do drugs, alcohol, purging (mentioned), not eating (mentioned?), self hatred, arguing(?)

YOUR POV:

I was alone on the tour bus because the others were probably out doing god knows what. They were probably all getting drunk or something, but I didn't care. I was too preoccupied with my aching body.

My body ached and my vision was blurry, I was feeling nauseous and it felt like my own body wasn't mine.

I was practically tearing the entire bus apart in search for the one thing my body desperately craved—Xanax.

It had been a few days since my last dosage, and I was struggling immensely.

"Where is it?" I asked myself as I dug through Gerard's book bag. "Where is it?!"

I had already looked through his suitcase and duffle bags, and I had torn apart our bunk. But I came up empty handed.

I continued my search as I heard the door to the bus open. I froze up and quickly stopped my search as I saw Frank walking in.

"Oh, h-hey Frank!" I nervously greeted. "What's up?" I asked as I tried to hide my shakes.

Frank walks over to his bag and grabs a ziplock bag from it. He unzips it and pulls out a blunt, "just came for one of these. Are you okay?" He asks putting the bag back. "You look a bit...shaky."

I forced a smile, "I'm fine! Just fine. No issues here!"

Frank puts a hand on his hip, "I'm not blind. Tell me the god damn truth. What are you addicted to?"

"W-Who said anything about addictions?" I quickly asked.

"I'm more observant than you know, Y/N." Frank says to me, "so just tell me the truth."

"You won't tell?" I softly ask.

Frank shakes his head, "your issues and addictions are your own."

I sigh, "fine. I'm...looking for Gerard's Xanax bottle."

Frank's eyes widen, "damn...hooked already? How long was your last pill?"

"A few day ago," I admitted. "Sex is nice, b-but it can only distract me for so long."

"Ah," Frank nods as he walks over to one of the cabinets and opens it. "That explains all the times you two have been disappearing." Frank reached up into the cabinet and pulls out a box of cereal. "But I'm assuming that most of it's make up sex." He infers as he takes the cereal bag out of the box and reaches inside and pulls out a bottle of Xanax.

"Make up sex is a dangerous game, Y/N." Frank warns, tossing me the bottle. "It can be fun for a bit, but it gets repetitive. Your relationship with Gerard isn't healthy, and there shouldn't be any reason why you two are constantly down each other's throats, in more than one way."

I looked down at the bottle in my hand before I looked back at him, "why're you helping me?"

"I'm an addict too." Frank states, "I know the pills by their taste." Frank turns to make his way off the bus but he pauses and looks back at me, "if you're gonna be addicted to anything...make sure it's being addicted to a healthy relationship."

Frank left the bus as the door slammed shut behind him. I stood there in silence and confusion.

Frank helping me get high was enough for me to question him. But him reminding me that my relationship with Gerard wasn't healthy? That was enough to make my brain go into overdrive.