Wake me up at 4:20/ Frerard

Challenge 27

A/N: I got a new laptop, so now I'll be able to write more often; since I hate having to write stories on my phone since I get easily distracted. Thank you guys for being patient!!! xoxo

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One week had passed since Mikey had locked himself in his room, rarely coming out unless he needed to use the bathroom or get water. In the pass time, Frank had had to complete seven challenges. The first one had been to punish himself for letting Mikey find out about him and Gerard, which led to him having to throw himself in front of a moving car. He was still having to use crutches, as his foot was sprained. He couldn't ride his bike so he was forced to walk everywhere in the mean time. His following challenges weren't as bad compared to the prior on, just days of having to starve, embarrass or hurt himself.

He was awaiting his current challenge, anxiously looking at his phone every hour he was either at work or with Gerard. They both felt extremely guilty about what happened, but it wasn't until three days ago that either noticed Mikey stopped leaving his room.

"Do you think he's alright?" Frank asked, laying next to Gerard in his bed.

"Mikey? He a tough kid...he'll get past it....I know he will," Gerard told him, "Mom and dad are worried though, since he hasn't been going to school...,".

"Maybe we should check on him?" Frank suggested

"His door's locked, Frank," Gerard sighed, looking at Frank worried, "You've been wearing your hoodie a lot....., have you been hurting yourself again?" He asked him paranoid-like. He knew Frank hurt himself, he just didn't know why. He seemed so happy, or at the very least content until the drama with Mikey happened.

"No," Frank lied, "It's just cold as fuck in your room,". Gerard bit his lip, just choosing to take the excuse.

"If he doesn't come out tomorrow, we'll check on him...alright?" He suggested, "He's going to be okay, right?"

"If you say so," Frank sighed, moving closer to rest his head on his chest.

Gerard hugged onto Frank. He was seriously worried for his brother, he had never seen Mikey like this. He didn't think he'd react this badly to simple boy drama.

Frank felt his phone buzz, sitting up some so he could read the text.

BWC- Kill someone

Frank stared at the text, his face visibly going pale.

"Frank?" Gerard asked, "What's wrong? Frank?"

"Nothing," Frank quickly powered his phone off, shaking his head. "I-I just need to go," He told him, getting up.

"Is it something I said?" He frowned, his hand going to grab Frank's before he could flee.

"Huh? No? No!" Frank quickly said, "I-I just feel like an asshole to Mikey by hurting him so bad. It'd be rubbing salt in the wound by staying here any longer," he tried to excuse.

"Then can we both go to your place?" Gerard frowned, not wanting to be alone while he was seriously worried for his brother.

"I-it's a mess," Frank mumbled.

"My life is a mess, I think I can handle a few piles of trash in your room. Here," Gerard grabbed his keys, "We can take my car so you won't have to walk...,".

Frank bit his lip, sighing and nodding. "O-okay,". He grabbed his crutches that were leaning against the dresser and with the help of Gerard, got up off the bed. "I hate these things," he mumbled, struggling to walk with them.