I'm Not Okay, I Promise. |Second Part To 'Stay With Me'| Adopted By Frank Iero

Reak

We walked slowly in standing next to each other, all the lights still remained off. I turned them on too see all the guys rush up to ash.. he looked as stunned as I did.

"Happy first week of quitting." They all said hugging him still. He slowly turned to me, I nodded no indicating I had no idea.

We stood there puzzled for the remainder for those thirty seconds.

"I'm not sober." Ash finally spit out.

---Ash---

The truth came bulleting out of me faster than I could think. I watches as everyone stood there puzzled. They then stood back as Gerard began to open his mouth.

"So.. that's not Frank who smells of tobacco." Gerard said. He looked down, disappointed at me and himself.

"I'm sorry, I- we had no idea this was gonna happen and we wanted to keep it on the down low since yknow, shit happens I guess." I blurted out trying to help my ass along with Frank's. We both just looked at the three of them, Gerard, Mikey, and Ray huddled together trying to make sense of this... of us.

"Are you okay?" Mikey finally blurted out making the uncomfortable feeling in the room subside.

"I mean yeah I guess?" I questioned shrugging my shoulders.

"I think we should go guys, let them talk okay? We'll catch up another time." Gerard said looking around, I knew he was disappointed but I didn't care, this wasn't my fault, or was it?

All three of then waved to us as they walked out, we stayed there standing in the empty living room for a bit until we looked at each other.

"I'm gonna take a shower, you okay kid?" Frank said scuffing up my black and red hair.

"Yeah, I'm fine, as always." I said with an akward grin.

As Frank walked upstairs I slid my way up to my room, I sat in the middle of the floor looking up at the ceiling.

Breathe.

All I could do was breathe, I stared at the white ceiling the only thing that wasn't black, as I look at my wrists. They were bare. It ached in my spine through the palm of my hand.

*TW*

I Couldn't take it anymore, I got up and threw my bookbag open finding the blade. I sat back down on the floor and slowly drug it across the skin of my arm. A long stable line going down my arm, the cleanest cut I had ever made. I took dedication with this one, wanting to make it last after all. I can't bear the thought of me without scars, it seems unusual.

I then got up, and put a hoodie on, I knew Frank would find out eventually, but not today, not after the cluster fuck that happened downstairs.

So I waited, as I sat in the dark waiting for the running water to stop, when it did, so did my thoughts. I simply got up and went downstairs.

It reaked of smoke and coffee, I lit a small candle to help. The flame barley making contact with my thumb. Frank came out of his bedroom a few minutes after that. Cheerful for some odd reason.

He walked down the stairs, his hair was a disaster and he was wearing the baggies clothes I had ever seen, but that was my dad. My dad. The one who chose me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

AN: Sorry this is a short chapter!! The next one is gonna be longer and kinds triggering so heads up, thank you for reading <3