Your Number One [Frerard]

-trigger warning-

I was sick of myself. Fed up with my reflection in the mirror. Frank wasn't a monster - he made a mistake. I was a monster for not seeing that. Mikey and Pete were right; he wasn't bad.

Not as bad as me.

I stared at my disgusting reflection, and started scratching at my face with my fingernails. I wanted to get all the horribleness, all the disgustingness, off of my face so I could think straight.

I had underestimated the sharpness of my fingernails.

About three minutes in, I saw tiny little specks of blood all over my face. The skin was starting to flake off, revealing raw tissue.

"Still... Not... Good... Enough..." I scrubbed fiercer.

"GERARD!!!" Mikey ran in, and pulled my wrists away from my face. I tried to wrestle free, but - since he was bigger than me - he had the advantage.

"What the fuck are you doing?!?"

"I'm disgusting!"

"No you're not! What makes you think that?"

My bottom lip quivered. "I rejected Frank." My voice was quiet, as if I were telling my deepest secrets to him. Which I actually was.

We were both quiet, just sitting on the bathroom floor. "You know what?"

I sniffled. "What?"

"If you really love him, then you should go find him. He poured his heart out to you."

I saw the genuine expression on my brother's face, and knew that he was right.

"Thank you, Mikey."

I strode out of the bathroom determined, grabbing my wallet and Mikey's keys before walking out the door.