Desolation Row (Frerard)

You're Selfish, Sweetheart. . .

"I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang"

T.W.: Suicide attempt and rape
Media: A pic of Gee I found and that's how I'm imagining him

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I lay there, trembling and cold. My toes were curled in distressed. I cried silently, letting the warm tears fall down. Although my body was reacting negatively to the deep gashes on my wrists, I knew this was for the best.

I couldn't live in a world with Frank doing all of these awful things. The light was fading slowly. I knew my life was going to end soon.

I breathed heavily, looking at the picture I brought with me. It was a printed photo that Frank and I took after we took our virginities to each other. My long black hair was matted on my forehead and Frank still had his lip piercing. We were both naked and looked like we had a look of pure happiness.

Tears started slipping out of my eyes even more as I looked at the photo. My body shook violently.

No.

Why did I do this? Frank would have no one! Mikey and Ray's wedding is soon! My mom and dad will lose their son! I tried to scream but Frank wasn't home. Nobody can hear me; Sarah and Brendon are dead.

My heart feels like it's gonna burst out of my chest. I crawled out of the bathroom and into our room. I was surprised to see Frank, looking down at me with a look of pure hate.

Frank crouched down and looked at me in the eyes. He frowned, using his fingers to tip my head up. My skull was pounding in pain as more blood spilled from my wrists.

"F-frank," I choked out a sob. "P-p-please-!" I looked up at him pleadingly and he did absolutely nothing.

After a moment of staring at each other, Frank lifted me up to the bed. He dabbed poured alcohol in the wounds.

I scream and writhe in agony, but Frank kept on smearing the fluid on my wrists. Afterwards, he bandaged up my wounds. He helped me sip water and I felt better soon enough.

Frank got up and spread my legs. I was too tired to decline. Frank would normally ask me for my consent but he didn't. He took my shorts off along with my boxers. Frank pushed in without any prep and I felt tears in my eyes.

"Frank, I-" Frank didn't let me finish my sentence. He covered my mouth.

"Shh, baby," he whispered, looking for my prostate. I groaned in discomfort; I couldn't lift my arms up due to all of the pain resonating there. I cried but Frank didn't seem to notice or care. The assault seemed to have lasted forever.

Frank orgasmed inside of me and grunted. He stroked the tears off my face and cooed at me. "You're okay, Gee," he smiled before leaving the room.

Frank took advantage of me. And I couldn't have done anything about it.

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mmsleepy...
I want juice boxes and dinosaur mac n cheese

Gerard is losing his trust in Frank.

Bye~