I Can't Live Without You
Chapter four
Gerards POV
I walk up to my room. I miss Bert already. I cloae and lock my door.
I take out my razor. I haven't used it in months. It's clean. I drag it slowly across my wrist savouring thr pain and forgeting about Bert. Just thinking his name makes me cry again. I drag the blade across ym wrist a few more times. I watch the cuts bleed. Slowly I fall into sleep.
In the morning I woke up and went into the bathroom. I look in the mirror. What did I do? Am I that worthless? I can't believe Bert split up with me. I love him and I thought he loved me. I can't stand to live without Bert. I wish I would just die.
Half an hour later i trudge downstairs. Pushing up my hoodie sleaves I grab a cup and started to make coffee.
"Gerard whats that on you arm? Did you do that?" Mikey askes me. Shit he saw. No no no fuck no. I quickly pull me sleaves down.
"Mikay what are you talking about?" I ask.
"Gerard why were there cuts on your arm?" He says.
"Don't know no idea," I say.
"Gerard did you do that?"
"What do you think?" I ask.
"Why Gee? Why do that to your self?" Mikey asks as I finish makeing my coffee.
"Do what to yourslef Gerard?" Mom asks coming into the kitchen.
"Nothing Mom I haven't done anything," I sigh. She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Mom Gerard cut himself, he selfharmed."
"What? Gerard is this true?" she asks.
"Yes I did," I admit looking down.
"Why?" She asks.
"Look Mom I don't wanna talk 'bout it," I say walking back outin to the hall. I walk into Frankie who must have let himself in.
"Hi what was that about?" He asks me.
"Doesn't matter," I mutter walking up the stairs.
I miss Bert. His long greast hair, his beautiful blue eyes. I start crying again just thinking about him. He is increadible but he obviously doesn't think that same about me.
I walk up to my room. I miss Bert already. I cloae and lock my door.
I take out my razor. I haven't used it in months. It's clean. I drag it slowly across my wrist savouring thr pain and forgeting about Bert. Just thinking his name makes me cry again. I drag the blade across ym wrist a few more times. I watch the cuts bleed. Slowly I fall into sleep.
In the morning I woke up and went into the bathroom. I look in the mirror. What did I do? Am I that worthless? I can't believe Bert split up with me. I love him and I thought he loved me. I can't stand to live without Bert. I wish I would just die.
Half an hour later i trudge downstairs. Pushing up my hoodie sleaves I grab a cup and started to make coffee.
"Gerard whats that on you arm? Did you do that?" Mikey askes me. Shit he saw. No no no fuck no. I quickly pull me sleaves down.
"Mikay what are you talking about?" I ask.
"Gerard why were there cuts on your arm?" He says.
"Don't know no idea," I say.
"Gerard did you do that?"
"What do you think?" I ask.
"Why Gee? Why do that to your self?" Mikey asks as I finish makeing my coffee.
"Do what to yourslef Gerard?" Mom asks coming into the kitchen.
"Nothing Mom I haven't done anything," I sigh. She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Mom Gerard cut himself, he selfharmed."
"What? Gerard is this true?" she asks.
"Yes I did," I admit looking down.
"Why?" She asks.
"Look Mom I don't wanna talk 'bout it," I say walking back outin to the hall. I walk into Frankie who must have let himself in.
"Hi what was that about?" He asks me.
"Doesn't matter," I mutter walking up the stairs.
I miss Bert. His long greast hair, his beautiful blue eyes. I start crying again just thinking about him. He is increadible but he obviously doesn't think that same about me.