Demented

To Unexplain the Unforgivable

   Frank swung his head over the toilet bowl. Hot, sticky, lumpy. He put his finger in his mouth and gagged, ultimately leading to more of the combined substances coming out of his mouth.

  Gerard could hear. But he wasn't going to comfort him this time. He's ignored it on other nights too. He could throw up all he wanted to. Gerard didn't care how much. The sound of someone you loved purging, would've been heartbreaking to hear to a normal person. But to Gerard, it was just another useless, irritating sound. "Ierotating", he would've put it.

Why would someone see themself like that? Frank is acting like he's a morbidly obese person. He's getting fucking bony. That acid is tearing at the inside of his stomach. With all those digestion and stomach acid problems he had before this, this is really fucking him up.

  "Oh fuck. Auugh!"

  Gerard sighed. He was making himself do something so dumb and unhealthy. Gerard could hear his groans of pain.

  Gerard's brain: Error. No sympathy found.

  He told Frank to stop doing it last time he was in there with him. He even did all that, "You're perfect just the way you are" bullshit. Also, since Frank had been denying all his sexual advances, Gerard was getting agitated. His hypersexuality was getting the best of him in the bathroom, so he usually took his time in there to jack off.

  Gerard's mind had been filled with sex for a month. He had morning wood everyday. He got boners while in the same room as Dr. Bitch, that's really saying something. His mind consisted of Frank in a fucking baby pink skirt calling him "Daddy". Who wouldn't want Frank Anthony Iero Jr. in a skirt getting his brains fucked out?

  Gerard figured he could steal a skirt from Lindsey. He remembered her wearing a pink skirt last year, when some people from a committee came to visit. It was down to her mid-thigh. New underwear was given out yesterday. He could just ask Lindsey to give a pair to him. She'd more likely say yes. She may have been annoying and crazy, but she'd have your back.

  Gerard heard the toilet flush and he slowly closed his eyes. He heard some coughing before he felt a body maneuver its self over him. Gerard turned to his side facing him, eyes still shut. Frank pulled his arm around his waist. Gerard tightened the grip.
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The demon is yourself.

   "The demon is yourself."

  The demon is you, nothing else. You can't drown yourself. Because after all those suicide attempts, you're still alive for whatever reason. You know how to swim. You're just not sure how you're doing it.

  STATIC

  "Hey. Good morning, Gee."

  "Good morning, Baby boy." Gerard sat up in the bed, pulling Frank on to his bare thigh. "You feeling okay? You seem warm. And your eyes are red."

  "I'm fine."

  "Good. Good. So, that gym is opening up today. I guess we have to go there after lunch."

  "I don't really want to go," Frank sighed.

"But there'll be basketball, pingpong, and some other shit."

  "But I prefer to stay in my room. It's better in here."

  "Frankie, you need help."

  "What?"

"With your purging. It's clearly taking an extremely negative effect on you. You already had those other stomach acid problems. You're really skinny."