(AN warning this may be triggering to some readers are are dealing with depression and self harm)
Gerard's pov
I woke up to loud moans coming from Mikey's room. I quietly got up and creeped up the stairs. His door was open just a little, and I peered
inside only to have my heart break into a million pieces. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, my eyes beginning to water. There, right infront of me was the love of my life, Frank, and my brother Mikey. Frank was giving Mikey a blowjob.
I turned around and swiftly dashed down the stairs, going Into my room and grabbing my spare battle of vodka, my scratch book and a little piece of metal that always takes away the pain; my razor.
I hurried out the door trying to not make any noise, hopping into my car and driving away as fast as I could. tears slid gracefully down my face, slightly blurring my vision. I arrived at this open space that was right I front of a cliff. I quickly parked my car and slowly made my way to the edge of the cliff. I sat down upon the cliffs edge, pulling out the vodka and razor. I gripped that piece of metal like it was my life. Well, right now it was.
I slowly dragged that little piece of metal against my pale skin, letting the red substance run from the now open wound. it ran down my arm and dripped from my outstretched fingers, down to the bottom of the cliff. I did that several times, every time I did I would say something like this:
"worthless peace of shit you deserve to die." "Frank doesn't love you, he left you for your BROTHER." "You are a piece of shit, you deserve to cut your arms and feel that pain."
Sobs racked my helpless body. I looked over at the bottle of vodka. I picked it up and took a swig, it burned the back of my throat a little but that didn't matter. It slipped down my chin and seeped into my fresh wounds. I just gridded my teeth but kept drinking untill could not feel anything anymore, but only the burn of the vodka and the painful sharp feeling in my chest from my broken heart.
'Was I not good enough?' I thought to myself as I watched the stars sparkle upon the black night sky. I leaned back against the grass, my legs dangled over the cliff as I was taken under darkness, my wound still heavily bleeding.
