Promise Me (Frank Iero Imagine)
****WARNING: there may be some triggers so please beware****
You lay, sobbing in your bed, under all the blankets ontop of your plush bed. Why did people have to be so mean? It’s not like you did anything to them, if anything, you tried to stay away from them so they wouldn’t even notice you. And the worst part, you were scared to see your best friend, Frank. You didn’t want him to see you this depressed and this upset at yourself and the world itself. You know he would be disappointed at your thoughts and your actions, so you tried to avoid him all day long at all costs. Just the sight of him was making you tear up.
-flashback to before-
“Oh, look! The Emo girl thinks she can wear tight clothing now. She looks like a whale!” The girl had said to a bunch of her giggling friends. “You should just kill yourself… At least it will put you out of your misery of having to find clothes that actually fit you.” She directed at you.
Little did that girl know, you hadn’t eaten in days in hopes of being as skinny as you wanted. But, you weren’t fat, frank had told you that plenty of time, but you refused to believe it. What you were saw in that horrid mirror on your pathetic walls tortured you.
You still weren’t going to eat. You still couldn’t stand to see how fat you were, the rolls that you swore devoured your stomach, but were actually imaginary. You pulled out your old jewelry box that Frank had given you when you were seven. Guilt over took you when you think of how you hide it under your bed to hide all of your blades, but there was no where else for you to put them and you thought that if you put them in the box that Frank gave you, it would stop you from using them, but today it hasn’t. You pulled out your array of varying sized blades and layer them out on your bed. Deciding to use the medium sized blade that you found in your fathers toolbox, you turned it over and over again in your hand. You promised frank that your wouldn’t do this anymore, but you couldn’t help it, the girls words were still running through your head, mixing with your own horrible thoughts. Shutting a your eyes tights and biting your lip, you pulled the blade torturously slow and deep across your scar-littered wrist. The pain felt relieving and the blood needing up in your now-open skin felt comforting for once. You did it about ten more times before your worst nightmare came true.
"(Y/N), I was just wondering if-" Frank stopped in his tracks and stared at your, jaw dropped open in a mixture of emotions. You dropped the blade out of your hand and shoved it back in the box as if he hadn’t already seen it. He had gone pale as a ghost and you started tearing up again. Your scarred wrists were bleeding a bright crimson colored blood that stung a little at the slightest movement or touch. You covered it in a wash rag that you kept at the side of your bed to stop the bleeding quickly. "(Y/N)… What have you done?" Frank rushed to your side and applied pressure to your stinging and throbbing wrist. You were crying so hard that you couldn’t say a single word to even begin to describe why. He looked into your dull blue eyes and looked sincere yet sad as he held your wrist to stop the bleeding. He didn’t even mind the blood that smeared across his hands and new white shirt, because he was so focused on you. "I thought you stopped. I thought your flushed them a long time ago… You told me you did…" His eyes became glossy with salty tears that he tried to hard to hold back.
"I wanted to… I wanted to get rid of them so badly, for you and because I knew it upset you, but I just couldn’t… You’ve got to understand!" You pleaded and the tears rolled uncontrollably down your burning cheeks along with the eyeliner that you had applied this morning to brighten your eyes and distract from your skinny face and the bruise-colored bags that had permanently formed under your eyes from lack of sleep.
"You promised me…" Frank was getting more upset by the second. Once the bleeding had come to stop and you had bandaged up your wrist, you watched frank get up from beside you and rake his hand through his hair. This was a sure sign that he was either mad or thinking… Or in this case, probably both. " you said you’d never do it again, (Y/N)." He said softly.
"Please don’t leave, I didn’t mean to." You begged, and one stream of tears swam down his cheeks before he wiped it away quickly.
"I have to go… Figure things out." Your worst nightmare has come true and it was eating away at your insides. You had probably just lost your best friend… Your only friend.
"I promise I won’t do it anymore, just don’t leave." He turned around from the door at your words.
"You promise?" He said, his voice getting slightly hopeful.
"I promise." You handed him your box of blades and he took them immediately.
"I’m flushing these, right now, and from now on, you have anything bothering you…. Anything AT ALL, you come to me." He quickly went into the bathroom and you could here the water rushing down the toilet along with the silent cries of your beloved blades. You laid back in your bed and recovered yourself in your blankets.
Soon after, you felt the slight pressure of frank sitting on the bed, just next to you and the. Climb under your covers and lay with you. He wrapped his arms around your body to keep you warm. For once, you felt safe. You felt safe in franks arms.