Chapter 6

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A couple of weeks later and me and Frank hadn't kissed since the 'bush' incident, my depression and anxiety grew worse as i had a fear that Frank was forgetting me, the girls would always talk to him and ask him to sit with them which pissed my off..

"He's gay, Gerard, stopp getting yourself so upset for fucks sake, hes just another stepping stone."
I wrote on a sticky note, i write ny feelings down to get then out of my head.

"I dunno if his friendship is even wirth it anymore.."
I added to the sticky note..

Snatch.

"Hey, give it!"
I shouted,
It was Frank,

"No!"
I pleaded him but..

"Just another stepping stone..?!"
He scoffed..

"His friendship isnt even worth it..!?"
He spat those sharp words in my face.

"No, Frank its just..."

"Its just what!"
".  'GAY' ?!"
He stabbed my heart..

Anger filled my body..

"Just fuck off okay, i don't fucking need your help!"
I raged at his stupid comments

"What, you dont need my help, wha-- i dont even fucking care, you prick. Kill yourself!"
I've never seen him so..

Tears of hate and heart brake fell from my eyes,
I came home that day with nothing but what Frank said trapped into my thoughts..
I couldn't bear his words any longer, i slowly reached for the razor hidden in my drawer and slit my left wrist just above my veins...

"Ahhh.."
Tears falling from my broken eyes..
I couldn't take it and i brought up the courage..
I slit my throat finely on the side, it wasnt deep but it hurt..

"Ahhhahhhhahhh...!"
I fell back on my bed and touched my bleeding neck and inspected the blood..

"Frank..."
I fell, fell into a deep sleep...

Why, why did u have to see that note,
WHY!

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