FRERARD/RIKEY SMUT

Never again

A\N (2UPDATES!?) I know this is sad, if self-harm triggers you, pls don't read, has a happy ending! Fluff, no smut. Also, the song makes it 10 times better.

Gerard heard crying, muffled sobs coming from down the hall where the bathroom is. Frank didn't go to work today because he didn't feel good, leaving Gerard by himself in the studio. He's home now, wondering about Frank. Why is he sad? Gerard thought, as he ran down the hall. A menacing shriek came from the small bathroom when Gerard pushed open the door.
He saw Frank holding a blade, and there was blood dripping on the floor from his arms. Both were marked up with deep, red gashes. Frank's holding his knees to his chest wincing from the pain he just caused, staring into his lover's eyes. All of his beautiful tattoos were streaked red which now ruined them.
"OHMYGOD!" Gerard nearly screamed at the sight and wanted to cry for Frank. Why? He thought, though he couldn't get the words out. It was as if his throat was closing in, collapsing on itself, unable to communicate.
Gerard kneeled next to his boyfriend taking his bloody, scarred hands into his own.
"I'm sorry," Frank whispered. His voice cracked at the last syllable, not wanting to look Gerard in the face. Their lips suddenly touched, not so passionate and hardly a kiss, but still held relief.
"Why?" Gerard asked. He let his hand brush Frank's cheek and slightly turned his face towards him. The once mesmerizing hazel eyes were glazed over, a waterfall of tears threatened to spill. Gerard was his dam, he held him together, and without Gerard he had those thoughts again.
"I-its all my fault" was all he could choke out. He fell into Gerard and told him everything.
The bullies, his family, how everyone hates him. How his dad walked out, and his mom was upset, his dog's passing recently.
Frank was finally able to let it all out.
Gerard hoisted him to on top of the sink's counter, where the smaller boy sat. He ran cool water and rinsed out the bleeding cuts, which were now reduced to little red lines thanks to soap and water. However, there were now ragged, and ripped edges of skin blamed to the blade. Frank walked into the bedroom with Gerard behind him now with Band-Aids and clean, uninfected wounds. Gerard lie down with Frank on the bed's sheets all cuddled up.
Gerard was serious when he looked Frank in those beautiful eyes of his and said, "Never again."
"Never again," the fragile, shaking boy nodded. They were still holding hands.