f r a n k
the bright white lights in the room took no notice of the fact i was on the brink of killing myself. it was plain. simplistic. almost as if nothing stood in between me, and the knife i was given along with a fork to eat my meal. a nurse was watching me, carefully observing the way i intently looked at that shiny knife, sitting so beautifully on my plate along with a small portion of mashed potatoes and gravy. i wasn't hungry. they didn't seem to care, yet they continued to hand me food, like i was going to gain my appetite back somehow.
"you ok, frankie?" ryan whispered from the other side of the room, scratching at his pale arms as he watched me oh so slowly eat my food. he was a sweet boy. you'd never think he was schizophrenic, which saddened me a little.
but then again, you'd never think that about anyone.
"you aren't gonna hurt yourself, are you? please don't do it again. i watched you do it in your bed yesterday. i don't want you to leave, i'll be all alone" he begged, brushing a lock of his chocolate hair out his sunken eyes.
i smiled, "i won't, ross. i won't leave you, i promise" and with that, the younger boy smiled, burying himself under the hospital sheets as he drifted off to sleep.
if only i had kept that promise a little better.
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teenagers ; frerard
Fanfiction"we'll make them pay for the things that they did!" or, where gerard sends frank letters just to make him stay a little longer in the world. { tw : suicide, depression, self harm }
