Gerard's pov.

I haven't been out in what?
Two weeks.

Whatever.
I don't need food, people or anything.

I cut my wrists and thighs everyday.

I cry every day.

The whole house can hear me when I throw up in the bathroom. I don't think I can throw up any more now. My mouth is dry from screaming into my pillow every morning.
I just don't want to wake up.
Ever.
I just want to die.

I searched for a rope and tied one end to the ceiling fan, i put a chair underneath. My legs were weak but I managed to get up after a while of pulling myself up by the rope. I was weak... very weak. I held onto the rope and just cried.

That's when someone, somehow busted down the locked door to my room. Light shot in and illuminated my tear and blood stained face. I looked at my hands and realised that they were covered in blood and the walls were also doused in blood streaks and holes from my multiple breakdowns and abuse I had thrown at it.

That's when the figure became visible.
I sobbed louder and screamed "NO!"

My dad pushed past him and kicked the chair from under me. I arched my back in pain and sobbed his name as i hit the floor. My mom I think rushed in and held me as I lay on the floor, too weak to do anything but try and crawl away. "Gee baby, oh god, look at you. Oh god!," he sobbed whilst kissing my forehead. I wasn't going to die, like I wanted. "Frankie," i managed to get out with my quiet voice. That's when my vision cleared. And I realised that it wasn't my mother that's holding me.

It was Frankie.

My mom's dead.

I lifted my hand up to his face but it soon fell down. I looked around and my dad had his hands covering his face as he paced my wrecked room. He was in shock.

Gerard's dad's pov.

My son's boyfriend had drove over to us so he could help get Gerard out of his room. "He hasn't been eating. He cries every night," i told Frank. He just thought for a minute before getting up and running down the stairs to Gerard's room. Only, he didn't slow down. He went straight through the door. It swung open and gerard was stood on a chair with a hanging noose in his hands, i panicked and pushed past frank, kicking the stool from under my son's legs. He hit the floor with a thud and mark rushed to him. He was covered in cuts and blood. And you could see his ribs. He was only wearing some boxer shorts. He was wailing on the floor as frank held him.
I just paced the broken room where my son had been living the past two weeks.

It was bad.

Frank pov.

No no no no no. CRASH the door came down. No no no. I saw gerard. THUD. He hit the floor. He cried and cried with endless tears escaping his green eyes. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Can't you see.

I love you.

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This took alot to upload because this song means so much to me and every time I hear it, this story goes through my mind. It's sad I know.
But my mind is sad.
It just works that way.

Please stay safe and tell people that you feel bad or alone because you have at least one person in this world that loves you.

The sequel to this story was that frank and gerards dad's lives were never the same. The thought of seeing a loved one so broken had broke them.

That's how it works in real life. The sight of seeing you hurt will break somebody aswell. And the thought of you not telling them will hurt them even more.

Because the people who love you will always break at the sight of you broken.

Stay safe.

For me - xogerard