Skin and Bones - Frerard

Here we go again

  Frank sat up in bed.  He was tired all the time.  He hadn't been to school in weeks,  even after Gerard stopped visiting. He'd eat a small bit,  just enough so he could stand.  It was the same thing over and over again.  He sat there on his bed, smoking with the fan on and wishing he would die.  He wasn't ready to actually kill himself,  but he wasn't going to object to something killing him. 

It was 4 am.  He sat up in bed,  and turned on his lamp.  He snatched his cigarettes off the table and lit on with the candle he was burning.  He lay there,  wondering where Gerard was.  Had everyone finally given up?

He decided that even Gerard had to have given up.  He grabbed a pen and wrote.

"Mom. Mikey.  Ray. You guys had a right to give up,  especially since you didn't even know.  I only weigh 82 pounds as of now, because of my own doing.  I'd stopped eating in hopes of being left alone. I wasn't going to kill myself,  but I was doing things that would slowly kill me. And Gerard. You might've been the only person that could've loved a psycho like me.  I was hurt and you helped.  But I was too stubborn to let you in.  So instead of listening,  I only argued.  I was so grateful for you still visiting after I quit going out.  But when you stopped visiting,  stopped caring,  I knew I went too far.  So now,  I'll never hurt anyone again. 
                Love,
                The one and only Frank Iero "
I sent one final text to Gee.
F: I love you. Thanks for not giving up so soon.
And with that,  I layed back down and let my fears eat me alive. 

I woke up in the hospital.  There were tubes and machines and doctors and flowers.  I couldn't remember what had happened.  Gee was sitting in a chair,  tears running down his face.  
"Frank,  I didn't give up.  I was working on something to show you.  " He whispered.
"Gee. " My voice was hoarse.  Ew,  there's a tube in my throat.
"I just don't understand.  Why would you do this?" his voice is choked. 
"I don't know.  Because I wanted to see if nobody cared.  "

One week later

I was out of the hospital.  I hadn't spoken in a week.  I just wanted to stay silent.  I ate my meals,  I did my school work.  When I got home,  I just played music and stared at the ceiling.  I'd quit caring, but everyone else didn't.  Here we go again.