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Chapter twelve

Gees p.o.v

I'd finished my shower and put my boxers back on before looking to see if they had any clean towels I was checking the cabinet when I found them....blades and opened package of razor blades with five of a six pack still there if someone was using these in a shaver they would've used more.......these were Frank's I pulled them out of the cabinet and sat down I wonder when the last time he used them was I was only 2 weeks clean I really probably shouldn't have these I mean it would be so easy to use them and ruin the mostly healed cuts that littered my thighs so so easy.........BANG! Bang! Bang! Someone was at the door and I was having a heart attack

Gerard I'm coming in I have clean cloths for you. It was Frank the door opened wait I'm still sitting on the floor holding razor blades I jumped up quickly regretting it immediately as I almost passed out again Frank caught me and I dropped the blades on my way down the flew everywhere this looked bad

Frank's p.o.v

My brain was still struggling to register the last few events

Gerard was sitting on the floor of the bathroom with sopping wet hair and had jumped up suddenly when I opened the door he started falling I dropped the cloths and caught him now my old blades were everywhere where did they come from

Wait Gerard was holding them when he fell? Was he cutting

Gerard!? We're you cutting!!!!? He looked at me with wide eyes. N-no! I just found them and I-i just found th- Frank why do you have those? He asked you made me promise to throw mine out he said bending to start picking up the blades. I'm sorry Gerard I just I couldn't throw them out. Are you okay? I asked. well not really he mumbled to the floor but that's not your fault he said straightening back up to look at me. are you okay? He asked yea yea gee I'm okay sorry I brought you some cloths u mumbled picking them up and realizing that the white Bowie shirt must've gone in the wash with somethings red and was now pink. Uh sorry it's pink I said holding the cloths out. It's okay Frankie I-I like pink he giggled and blushed

He was perfectly angelic 

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