The Ghost of You

I stood in the bathroom with the water in the sink running warm. The soft touch of the metal blade felt comforting, as it usually did when I cut. Tiny droplets of blood bubbled up in a line and slowly began to form together on my forearm. The smell of my own blood became unusually intoxicating. I cleaned the blood off the floor and tossed the knife into the sink. The doorbell rang and two men ran in. Bob and Frank. Mikey walked in after them slower. Bob and Frank fought each other for the one can of pop I had in my fridge. Mikey looked down at my arms disapprovingly.
"You've got to stop that," I snorted miserably. Mikey crossed his arms pissed off.
"Then you stop bringing that dickhead here every Friday," I challenged. Mikey just shook his head and walked into the living room unmistakably pissed off at me for winning yet another argument about the Frank Situation. Bob walked from the kitchen miserably followed by Frank, who held a can of Coca Cola in one hand and a bag of Twizzlers in the other. A moronic grin had taken residence on his adorable face. I shook my head and walked into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. Frank walked in with a confused look on his face.
"What did I do, lollipop?" Lollipop was one of the nicknames he gave me when he broke my heart. I shook my head and laughed at his stupidity.
"You know something Frank, I hate you," I looked into his eyes very seriously, "you broke my heart and put me through hell and back." His eyes teared up and he looked so deeply into my eyes that i thought he could see my soul. He stepped closer to me and put his hand on my cheek softly.
"I never stopped loving you Gerard, I'm so sorry for what I did to you." he put his lips to mine softly and my heart swelled up. I pushed he away hard and shook my head.
"Don't you dare fucking kiss me, Frank, you lost that right a year ago when you broke my heart!"
"I wish I hadn't done that shit to you Gerard. I miss you, I cant stand being away from you!" he put his lips back against mine as hard as he could and pinned me against the wall so i couldn't push him away. The world began to spin out of control and my heart began to race. I tried with all my might to push him away but my strength was no match for his. I knew that no matter what I did to try to escape all it would do is just turn him on more. I finally saw a window of opportunity when he pulled away slightly.
"Get the fuck away from me you fucking bitch!" I pushed with every ounce of my strength and sent him across my bed and onto the floor. He looked up at me stunned and laughed.
"Kinky, but whatever, im done with you, you fucking faggot." he walked from the room more pissed off then i have ever seen him.