Frank couldn't move his gaze from the older boys wrists. Burn marks and gashes littered the pale flesh. Frank despised those cursed wounds.
"Frank, stop staring at them." Gerard spoke flatly.
"Why do you do it?" His voice, a pathetic whimper.
"To feel better." The response was vague.
Frank clutched the blades in his fist. He sat quietly on the floor, picking at the carpet with his free hand.
"Frank, what are you holding?" Gerard finally looked up from his artwork.
"Nothing." He muttered in response.
"What. Are you holding?" Gerards voice was slightly more firm this time.
"I said nothing!" Frank snapped back.
He clutched the blades so tightly, that a he left a few slices across his palms.
"It is obviously something." He grumbled and threw his book to the side.
Gerard knew exactly what Frank was holding.He had noticed them missing since he came home from school. He knelt down next to Frank and held out his hand expectantly.
"Blades. Give them to me."
"No!" Frank yelled.
Big mistake. Gerard ended up pinning Frank and releasing the blades from his grip
"No, no , no , no, Please!" Frank pleaded while being dragged by the arm.
"I told you what would happen." He pulled them into the bathroom amd locked the door.
Without any more converstation, Gerard sat on the floor.He held Frank on his lap and handed the blade to him.
" Do it." He spoke harshly.
" I can't! " Frank cried.
" Do.it." He growled.
"I can't do it!" He screamed through sobs.
"Fine, have it your way." Gerard took Franks hand with the blade in it.
He deeply inhaled and lead Franks hand, making a gash across his wrist.
"Stop! Please! I d-don't want to hurt you!" Frank was sobbing and shaking.
"I told you"
Some short fucked up shit for you ;)
If you want a continued ending ill do it but this is it
Your Friend,
Zero
