I'll never do it again

Untitled Part 2

AN this story was written with autocorrect I apologize if there's weird words in it 

Chapter two 

Gerard's p.o.v

I looked at the clock again wondering if I should go to Frank's house probably not 2:00 lunch time my stomach seemed to remember we hadn't eaten breakfast and be very angry for it I was gonna get chips out of the cabinet but I stopped half way. I can wait till dinner I put the chips back and got a glass of water instead I should go for a run and burn the calories I'm not eating I need too lose so much weight even if my mothers commenting on how skinny I look I grabbed my leather jacket off a hook in the hallway and walked out the door I began walking down the street not completely sure where I was going I could go by the pharmacy at the end of the street and see if they have weight loss pills I'm not doing a good enough job on my own you might think this is a bad day but this is an okay day for my mental health meaning this is every day and we havnt even gotten to suicidal thoughts yet i opened the door to the local pharmacy and walked back to the aisles with pills not completely sure what I'm looking for but I figured I'd start here there were signs at the end of the aisle for a weight loss supplement to figured that was what I wanted 15$! For 60 tablets this shit better work I mumbled picking it up the major side effects read internal bleeding and tears in the stomach or intestines oh well not like I have anything to live for anyway I put the pills in the dinky red basket I was carrying and looked up to see what else I needed of course the razors had to be two feet away I'd promised Frank that I would throw out all my blades and I did but I didn't say I wouldn't buy more I hadn't because I didn't want to hurt Frank but honestly everything I do hurts him why not I picked up a package of blades I knew to be far too sharp for safety and tossed them into my basket well these items aren't suspicious I half laughed to myself walking towards the register I noticed another teenager in the store in a Metallica hoodie and black skinny jeans....it was Frank and Frank was eyeing the cigarette cases but Frank didn't smoke? Or maybe he did? Why didn't he tell me Frank seemed to have decided something and walked up to the register asking for the same brand my mom smoked and paying for it and walking away before suddenly seeing me standing there with my shopping basket