Gerard Way was put in to a mental hospital two years ago for killing somebody. Frank arrives one day due to suicidal thoughts that have been haunting him for years. They get closer each day and reveal to each other their innermost secrets. Gerard is...
Fat and ugly. You can't change how you look. But you can change your weight. Throw up like you used to. Just do it! You'll lose weight.
No one ever sees my stomach besides myself and Gerard. I'm not happy with it because I'm afraid others wouldn't be happy with it. If the only one who sees it is Gerard, then why do I care? Gerard doesn't say anything about it. He kisses my belly all the time. He doesn't care about what I look like.
People can see how fat you are with or without a shirt. No one likes you because you're fat.
I'm not fat. People do like me.
You only tell yourself that to make yourself feel better. You need to stop living in a fantasy world and start living in the real one.
My thoughts are a fantasy. I am living in the real world. Don't take it away from me!
Frank slowly removed Gerard's arm off of him. He hopped his way to the ground. He sneaked his way to the bathroom and closed the door. The toilet. The toilet. The toilet. Yay...
He kneeled. (A/N: Frank was kneeling in the bathtub JK.) Frank took a deep breath and stared at the toilet water.
You can do it, Frank. Just gotta keep your finger in your mouth even when it hurts. Then, you'll throw up and lose the food in your stomach. You can do it!
I shouldn't do it. It's not...it's not healthy.
Frank! Frank! Frank! You can do it! You can do it! Go Frank! Go Frank! Whoo! I'm cheering for you!
He stuck his finger down his throat and gagged. He quickly pulled it out.
He stuck his finger down his throat and gagged again. He quickly pulled it out again.
C'mon Frank! It's not that hard! Stop being a pussy!
He repeated the steps. It took a half hour for him to keep it in.
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He threw up. The yellow/brown color stuck to the inside of the toilet. The sight of it made him puke once again. He flushed. Frank pulled himself back up. His knees hurt from being on them for so long. He pulled for his towel and wiped his mouth.
You finally did something decent enough.
After hanging it back up, Frank crept his way back into bed. He pulled Gerard's arm back over him. He squeezed his hand.
