Cutting Edge (Frerard)

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♾Frank's P.O.V♾

He left a voice mail. Actually around an hour after he sent more.

It was him and Bert reminding me of how much of a failure I am at everything. How I let Gee down.

Honestly I don't know what I did wrong. Genuinely I haven't done anything wrong.

What they said to me didn't really bother me because I was pissed after listening to the 10th voice mail.

"Kill yourself, I'll take better care of him. You're abusive as fuck". This effected me the most... knowing what Bert did to him. I cant believe this is happening. I sobbed, knees up and my head resting on them.

Tears started to slowly drip down my crimson red cheeks as numbness filled my body.

What did I do to deserve this... my best friend hates me for nothing.

Bert fucking raped him, made him bleed, left him for fucking dead and I'm the one who gets punished!.

Anger filled my whole body, as if I was hit by a bolt of electric. My fist clashed with the wall and I heard cracks.

Voices screaming in my head, I couldn't take this!. Fuck. Fuck..

I gripped my hair very fucking tightly and screamed as loud as I could, emptying my anger and replacing it with yet again more numbness.

Endless amounts of pain in every part of my body. I scream again out of nowhere, letting out tears as I'm screaming "sorry, sorry for whatever I fucking did! Sorry for not being good enough for you!"

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I woke up, I could barely open my eyes. They felt swollen.

As soon as my vision came around I noticed a very bloody wall and my very bloody fist. Everything suddenly came back to me in one hit and it caused a panic attack.

What have you done to me Gee.