I don't love you

I hate gerard way

Frank POV

I hate him. I hate him so much. why would he do this to me. I thought he loved me. I thought he actually loved me. I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong. Im such a fucking idiot!
I can't believe I never even noticed he was with someone else! I'm such a fucking loser!

***earlier that day***

"Hey Gee!" I said walking into his apartment.

No reply.

I walked into Gerard's bedroom and saw Gerard Way; my boyfriend. Making out with the one and only Kellin Quinn.

(A/N: don't worry. I don't ship it. Kellin was just the first person that came to mind.)

"GERARD?!" I screamed at the verge of tears.

Gerard pulled away from Kellin.

"Frank! what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Well. I was just stopping by like I do every single fucking morning, to say hi to you before I go to work. What the fuck are you doing?"

"Frank..."

"No. gerard. Tell me." I said firmly trying to get the point across that I wasn't gonna take any of his shit.

"Well. uhh. me and Kellin have been... sorta dating..." He said quietly.

"What? how long??!"

"About a year..." he looked away.

"I can't fucking believe you. this all makes so much fucking sense now. all those times you were too busy to hang out with me you were just fucking Kellin." I said angrily.

Gerard hesitated on what to say.

"And Kellin? reallly? I actually thought you were really cool... This is low. even for you gerard. I'm leaving." I quickly turned away so that he wouldn't see me cry.

"Wait frank..." Gerard pleaded.

I just kept walking. And I didn't look back. I didn't care. screw him. I called up my manager and told her I couldn't come in today.

I ran home, fell on my bed, and just cried my heart out. When I finally got up. my mind was flooded with thoughts.

I hate him. I hate him so much. why would he do this to me. I thought he loved me. I thought he actually loved me. I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong. Im such a fucking idiot!
I can't believe I never even noticed he was with someone else! I'm such a fucking loser!

It was getting late now. I skipped lunch and dinner. I pretty much skipped breakfast too because I only had a cup of coffee. I felt like I was gonna hurl. I jumped into bed. Again my mind was flooded with thoughts. I started crying. I thought about cutting. But I couldn't even get up. I was sore everywhere. I felt like I just got beat up and then hit by a truck 12 times. Even though I would be dead if that happened. that's what I feel like. In a way, I do feel dead.
I cry myself to sleep. what am I gonna do with myself?