Chapter 25- White kisses and red roses

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Mikeys POV

I love Gee, I do with all my heart but I can't cope with much more.

He hasn't eatten or slept, just cried.  I cried to yah know? Frank was my friend and my brothers husband. He did mean a fair bit to me. I miss him too.

I know its hard on Gerard, but lashing out at me and at himself isnt healthy, he needs to move on, not now but later. Its been a whole week since the funeral, overall 4 weeks since Frank died. Gerards lost close to a stone in weight which under the medical research I've made. Its really dangerous.

I havent seen him, hes recluded to his room and refuses to leave or even look at me. His room reeks of booze and drugs. I try to help him but he wont.

Gerards POV

Its took me 4 weeks to do this. 4 Weeks for me to man up.

4 weeks for me to deside my fait. I have accepted it.

"No Gee, dont do it. Stay please?" Frank holds my hand tight as I shake.

"No, I have to. For us." I look at the mirror to see a man I dont know.

White face, grey eyes with harsh bruises.  Skinny long fingers, boney arms and a thin waist. Nose red from all the coke and a headache from the constant drinking. I take the still wet with blood in between my fore finger and thump with a sinister smile.

Run the bath.

I strip down to my boxers and jump into the freezing cold bath. Its chilling and yet so amazing. Still holding the knife with my right hand and a bottlw of vodka in the other.

Tonights the night I end this pain.

Tonights the night I fly.

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