Cutting Edge (Frerard)

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♾Frank's P.O.V♾

No my medication isn't perscripted. I'm self medicated. The medication I take is prozac which is a form of anti depressant, I also take xanax which are anxiety meds but give you quite the high.

I steal them from my 'parents', they're doctors who work with mental health so they store the medicine in a store cupboard in my kitchen. I stole a few pill bottles.

They're kept under my bed, along with my blades/knives, drugs (you name it, I've got it) and bloody towels.

My jackets/hoodies are never taken off at any point. Nobody has seen my body. I don't plan on showing it to anyone anyway.

*buzzzz*

"Hello? Why haven't you been answering me?" He complains so much. "Sorry I was... taking some pain killers" he sighs.

"Well I was wondering if we could have a sleep over, at yours obviously" childish. "Before you think I'm childish, I think we should get pissed and high af. You have a garage right? We can camp out in there for the night, make it comfy with sofas and a TV"

He isn't usually into drugs or alcohol... what's going on with him. "Uh.. sure when?" I ask confused as fuck

"Now, I'm on my way, I'll get Bob and Ray on my way there" he ends the call.

Guess I need to get decorating the garage...