So yepp. I'm continuing this as an actual story! Hope you like!
"I'm so stupid!" I yelled at myself, crashing into the velvet colored bed. I caused this problem. If I hadn't called him, He would still have his memory. Now, he doesn't remember me. I feel like the worst piece of shit ever. My own Boyfriend whom I was going to propose to today doesn't recognize who I am. What's worse than that? I don't think I could handle cheating, but Frankie would never do that. I'm happy that he is okay, but the simple fact is that.
I walked up to the kitchen and grabbed the first bottle of alcohol I saw. By tomorrow morning (or in the next hour), this bottle will be completely empty. Maybe if I drink it, I can forget just like Frank. I opened the bottle, its' smell coaxing me to take a swig from it.
Don't do this Gerard. Frank made you promise you wouldn't do this to him! I stopped bringing it to my lips and put it down as that thought raced through my mind. I did promise him. I promised I wouldn't turn out like the monster I became.
Frank's memory is gone. He doesn't even recognize your face, your voice. That Frank died in the crash, so why are you stopping yourself? Shit. I think I am going insane. It's as if my inner devil and my inner angel were starting World War Three within my mind.
No, Frank didn't die! Frank is still alive!
Yeah, a Frank that can't remember him. He might as well be dead.
What he has will pass and when he finds out will hurt Frank!
What Frank doesn't know won't hurt him. And Frank doesn't know anything.
Yes it will! Frank will pull through! He will remember you!
Hah! What proof is there?
I stopped. That one comment did have some sense.
Frank wouldn't be Frank if he wouldn't have remembered your eyes. There's still a chance!
A chance I took. I dumped the alcohol in the sink, looking at the small whirlpool it created while going down the sink. Frank always said my eyes were beautiful, something I could never comprehend. My eyes were just plain old hazel eyes. What makes him think that they are beautiful?
I head towards my bathroom and brush my teeth, not bothering to take a shower. This was something hot water could never help with. Changing into my pajamas, I sunk into the bed, letting the layers of blankets insulate my body. Sighing, I look at the frame on my nightstand. It's a picture of Frank and I at a New Years' Party that happened when we were around 17-18 years old. It was possibly one of the best nights that ever happened.
I remember that as soon as I heard the bell chime to midnight, I pulled Frankie in a big, passionate kiss. Everyone there had "aww"d and cheered for us. "Happy New Years, Frankie." I had told him, looking at the his sweet face and then shifting my gaze to the fireworks. He de-tangled both of my hands from his and pulled me into one of his embraces. "Happy New Years, Gee." He said softly.
I touched the picture, feeling tears begin to well in my eyes. I promise, Frankie, that I will always Love You. I will love you no matter what event and conflict comes between us. Feeling sleep start to edge in, I let it come over me and let me wander in my thoughts, reliving all the pleasant memories I ever had with Frankie.
So, I don't think I did very good on this chapter, so I'll probably edit it later or something. I'm not that good with the sappy sad stuff xD. I kinda was listening to some sad music (such as Higinia, the Bird and The Worm, and a mashup called "All I Wanted Was the Ghost of You" :D [It's AMAZING, the mashup. It has Hayley Williams' Vocals with the Ghost of you song and some of Gee's vocals. you HAVE to hear it!]) to help me with this. Any thoughts on what should happen next? Any ideas welcome! :) I have to sleep now, so I shall be retiring to the comfy futon xD SO Long and Goodnight!