"I don't feel good." Bert would constantly complain.
now we would just
constantly
stay in his bedroom.
blinds, down,
keeping the light away.
I was nauseous,
and always scratching my body.
I even bled out sometimes.
Of course I wanted the sugar,
but I had to stay strong
just for Bert.
we were both sweaty
and I watched as Bert constantly wondered around the room
looking for
something
something
something.
I also watched
as he ran to the bathroom
and puked
every so often.
He tried to eat
but never kept it down.
before bedtime,
I rubbed his back
and he vomited
for hopefully the final time
today.
And I also watched him as he went to sleep,
stroking his head
and making sure he was okay.
It's okay if I didn't sleep.
I know I'll be okay,
I just need Bert to be too.
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But the most horrifying day
was probably the first day of the second week.
That was the day,
Bert almost got past his breaking point.
I found Bert in the corner of the bedroom,
shaking,
as if he were having a seziure.
of course I ran to him,
and tried to touch him.
"Bert?" I asked.
"I want them, Gerard." he told me,
"but I don't wanna go back.
I dont wanna go back.
please..."
He gripped my arm
so tight
I think it almost stopped my bloodflow.
"Gerard, don't let me do them again.
Please.
I know you can help me."
My face grew hot, "Bert, I'm trying to help. I am."
Bert shook violently.
Now I can see the sweat
that was almost dripping
off his body.
"Just make sure to pick me up if I fall, okay?"
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Sanity (Frerard)
Fanfiction"And what I felt was more than thumping. I felt his love for me. and I think he loves me with his soul too." .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. •Warning: Triggers • Drug Use • Soft Sexual Content • .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.
