: Swearing. Self-cannobolism. Addiction. Gore. The color red makes Frank feel sick. Not really any red though but that kind of dark red crimson. The kind of red that stays behind his skin. The kind that belongs behind skin. But it doesn't always stay where it belong. The kind of red that continues to stain the walls and floor of the upstairs bathroom immune to the bottles and bottles and bottles of assorted soaps and cleaners that desperately fight to destroy them. They're invisible to everyone else; everyone else can go in and out of that horrible room without feeling even the slightest bit of discomfort. But Frank knows it's there. The image of Gerard completely covered in his own blood still lingers in his mind like a fresh wound. One that will like some of the wounds on Gerard's torn body never heal. And every time he creeps into the upstairs bathroom he sees red. Red everywhere covering everything in sight. He sees flesh- clumps maybe whole layers- draping over the side of the tub or laying in a pile on the floor. And Gerard. Sometimes he sees Gerard covered in blood and gashes the skin torn off completely on his left arm looking as if a vicious animal got a hold of it. Frank knows though that the only animal ever there was Gerard. His Gerard. And so the bathroom door is always closed. During the day while he's at the hospital with Gerard. At night when he has those horrible terrible nightmares. He hates being at home alone except for the sickening thought: Where else did he do it? In bed? The walk in closet? The living room the kitchen the car? Did he do something right in front of Frank without him noticing? Frank wants to throw up. How long had Gerard been doing this?How long has Frank been in in love with a psycho?
Gerard's favorite "tool" besides his teeth of course was his scissors. He liked to puncture the skin then slide the blade in there and cut cut cut. And when he was done with that he liked to bit. He liked the way it tasted. That somewhat bland taste of the outside of his skin. The metallic taste of blood. To him it was better then sex. Way better then sex. It made him moan louder it made his heart beat faster. It left him in a world of pain but it left him wanting more. It made him sweat and it made his eyes roll back as he screamed out in both pleasure and agony. To him it was the perfect mixture of feelings. Sometimes dressing his "work" hiding them hurt worse then making them in the first place. He didn't want to have to hide it. The way he saw it the scars and gashes were his body art. Like Frank's tattoos. But he knew Frank and he knew his boyfriend wouldn't appreciate his body art. He knew it would be bad if it was discovered."It was an accident," That was Gerard's automatic response whenever Frank would happen to come across a scar or scab. It was. It really was. He never meant to get started.. he didn't even remember how it did start. And whenever he'd see that worried expression appear on his boyfriends face he'd tell himself. 'I won't do it again.' But something always happened. And he not being as strong as he led on always gave in to the temptation.
"There's blood in the sink," Frank said bluntly not looking at Gerard. "What happened?" He thought he already knew. After seeing that first scar he was sure that he knew. The answer the all the questions was quite clear and he was one hundred percent sure that Gerard was cutting himself. But he wanted Gerard to admit it on his own."It was an accident," Came the well over-used reply. "I didn't mean to do it.""Do what?" Gerard glanced up at Frank then stared back at the television. Gerard loved Spongebob; it was one of his favorite shows. "I fell and got cut on the mirror." Though most people would take his excuse to be complete bullshit it wasn't only believable but true. Gerard was not by any means well balanced. He tripped and fell constantly even when he was standing completely still. As for the mirror there was a sharp edge. He on many occasions would suddenly lose his balance and fall into it hitting and cutting his arm on it. He didn't mean to let himself get carried away. His mind was screaming DON'T DO IT but the rest of him needed it so desperately and before he knew it he had sank to his knees and his teeth where slowly gnawing at the broken skin.
"I think I'm getting better. Frankie." His voice is so quiet so shaky and frail. So much unlike the Gerard Frank used to know.. or thought he knew. He's scared always scared. Scared of never getting better of losing Frank and having to stay in the loony bin for the rest of his life forever doomed to padded rooms straight jackets and ugly old nurses who either treat him as if he's a small child or a big hairy monster that just crawled out from under the bed. "That's good..." Frank forces out a smile. He's not happy anymore and Gerard knows it. He also knows that it's his fault. "I scraped up my knee yesterday and I got a nurse almost right away." "Almost?" "I stared at it for a minute.. but I didn't do anything," He sits on his bed and hugs his knees to his chest. "The doctors think that if I can keep it up for another month or two then I'll be able to go home. They think I'm gonna be okay.""Th.. that's good." Frank says again stammering slightly. The thought of Gerard getting better completely better seems almost impossible. But Gerard's eyes look so bright so full of hope and want and Frank thinks that maybe if the doctors are as good as they say they are then maybe Gerard really will be okay. Hesitantly he moves from his usual spot in the doorway and walks over to the bed. He sits down and he wraps his arms around Gerard for the first time in months. He runs his hands up and down Gerard's arms feeling for fresh wounds. There are none.
The car ride to the "hospital" was dead silent. Not even the radio which almost always played was on. Tears stood in Frank's eyes. Angry tears hating Gerard for doing this. Never wanting to see him again after this because he was sick and disgusting and deserved to be put away. But he was sad too and part of him felt awful for making Gerard go because Gerard's always hated hospitals and was convinced that they were the epitimy of evil. He was scared of them. Frank thought about how ironic it was that while Gerard could tear himself apart with various sharp objects and even his own teeth hospitals and anything associated with them were his greatest fear. He stopped the car in front of the entrance and stared blankly at the steering wheel. "I'm not going in with you." He said then flinched as a panicked sound escaped Gerard's throat. A sound that didn't even sound human."How long do I have to stay?" He whimpered his entire body trembling."Until you're better." "But.. what if I never get better? What if I can't?" His breath was coming out in short gasps. He hadn't had a panic attack in years not since he was a kid."Then you can't ever come home." His heart sinks to his stomach and explodes. Frank doesn't seem to care. "Go." And that was it. No 'I love you,' no 'I promise I'll visit.' Nothing. Gerard opened the door and slide out of his seat glancing back at Frank painfully. He didn't notice refusing to look up from the wheel.
"I love you." Gerard jumps as he feels Frank's strong arms wrap around him from behind. Frank laughs and kisses his cheek. "I'm so glad you're home..." He smiles and turns around hugging Frank and not wanting to let go. "I'm sorry..." He whispers burying his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck. He wants to kiss Frank. He wants to be a normal boyfriend. But he's scared. He's scared of tasting Frank's skin and going back to the way he was before. Frank knows that his Gerard is ruined half-dead in hiding and afraid to ever come back. Living in fear. He's determined to fix what the doctors couldn't. He wants his Gerard back- the one who is neither cannibalistic nor scared of being a real boyfriend. After dinner. Gerard helps Frank wash the dishes. Frank wasn't thinking when he let Gerard clean a steak knife and it's not until his hand slips and he cuts himself that Frank realizes what a mistake it was. Tears immediately well up in Gerard eyes and he starts apologizing over and over and over. It scares him that he still likes it. He isn't supposed to like it anymore. Frank takes his hand and leads him into the bathroom where the first-aid kit is. He wraps a bandage around Gerard's arm and hugs him. "Gee it's okay." He says rocking him slightly. Gerard shakes his head almost frantically."I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," He sobs repeatedly. "I-it was an accident."[Author's Note: While I'm not very happy with the last few paragraphs. I really wanted this to have a somewhat happy ending. I hope it's not too disappointing...]
Jesus Christ no that was good. That was better than the first part! The first part was good too though - more distanced though and you felt so bad for Frank and me personally. I was a little bit mad at him but - it was pretty sick and I thought and what if the person I love did that to himself? (I'm feeling sick thinking about it.) So yeah. I let it go. But I still wanted to hug Gee!!!And then - this one was worse. Felt soooooo much worse Frank because of course it's hard for him too (and I thought you showed that very well) alone like that. And then Gerard's little snippet - it was what you didn't have in the last one. It was an insight what was actually inside his head - and yes it was kinda queasy but also slightly sexual the language you used etc - hell. I was ready to cry. And then I got a little mad at Frank again for just sorta kicking him out but everyone deals with things their own way right? But it was so sad the little bit where he was visiting? I wanted to cry for them. My poor Gee. And the last part was sooo good and I felt happy that Gee was home the doctors said he was better. Frank felt he could work now to make him really better - and then blam. It's sad. My words were "Awwww." Which I use far too much. But it was good the way it showed Gerard still had so far to go they both do but that he is beteter than he was and he is still getting better. It was sad but kinda hopeful too. Anyway. I liked it (kinda obvious this comment's so damn long). I liked it lots. I'm exhausted by just this part. The first was good but you could have left it there or keep going that way and.. it would've been good but not as good as this. You took it to a whole new level here really filled every inch of potiential changing direction like that and it's so fucking good. So kudos!!! :D
Okay. I am sleepy as fuck and I have a billion things to do later today but I saw this and more than all of that. I was intrigued. So I sat here and read and felt sick [in a good way lol in a way you were hoping for I think] and became even more intrigued. And I just finished and you really delivered. The end made me shudder and want to ball up and tear up at the same time for some reason. I should stop rambling now but the point is you did really good. There are too many "dark" stories in the My Chem fandom [I mean especially in slash it's so easy to add a bunch of taboo topics and make it ALL wrong] but you were able to add feeling to it. I really commend you and I'm totally saving this to memories. :]
Loved it. The end couldnt have gone better to be honest. I love the fact that "It was an accident." was featured all the way through it as an excuse for Gee. And then right at the end the "I-it was an accident." was actually true. I really like the feel that that gave to the story.-Jimmy
damn i always forget to login the upper comment is mine really man you should keep this story going and make it kind of a to be continued type thing,please please please lol sorry this is just a great story and i don't want it to end it very interesting.
God damn definitely not disappointing in any way! wow again loving your twisted mind it brings such lovely disgusting stories i would just like to say:FRANK YOU FUCKING BASTARD! stop being such a fucking idiot and stop being such a fucking asshole i mean come on! i know its not exactly pleasing to see someone you love do that but seriously there is no reason to react like that you fucking shithead. Gerard nees support he is guilty about it and oh so ashamed and that is not something that should be fueled by your disgust you fucking asshole stop being so horrible to Gerard and show him love honestly it doesn't matter what the fuck someone is into you don't have to be into it but you do have to not judge them for it (well you don't have to but still) and honestly if you love him so much don't look at him with disgust try to understand try to not judge in any way you just fucked up frank all Gerard has ever felt is guilt for liking what he does (better than sex?? damn i think this might have hurt frank's ego too. bad) then let the boy have his fetish given he needs help dealing with whatever he needs to deal with help him figure out why he needs to do it maybe he will be done with it but maybe he just needs it for a bit longer just make sure it doesn't get out of hand to each their own frankie accept gerard as you always have and beg for Gerard's fucking forgiveness. <33 this its disgusting but really sad i feel so bad for Gerard i mean i can't imagine the guilt for doing something like that and really its just different a bit dangerous because well he is bleeding all over the place but honestly accepted traditions (surgery) arent' that different fuck anyway loved it excellent job.
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