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So give me all your poison RS: Kinda self explanatory: Thank you for the venom
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“Maybe I was wrong all along,” I played with my long fingers,
Frank sat on the floor, “You Were Wrong…” I shook my head, erasing the thoughts of all my dirty work. My black hair covered my pale face, my eyes were dry, I whispered just enough for him to hear ,”Your right there’s no room in this hell. But it’s better off this way.”
I felt my pulse in my wrist, He pulled me into a hug, ”No,” he pulled me back keeping his hands on my shoulders, “As much as Gerard and I got closer, you had a whole life ahead, Gerard and I we’ll never be apart, I swear. I would never let him go…”
Frank’s POV
I woke up startled, the room was white, the bed I was on felt rough, the color that caught my eye was Gerard’s beautiful black hair in the bed next to mine, red splatter on his face.
His chest heaved in and out slowly , I licked my lips and tasted blood, This wasn’t the first time I woke up in the nurses room with blood on my face. Gerard’s eyes flickered open, his motionless face turned to a smirk when he saw me.
“Gerard I…” I began to speak but I was cut off , the Nurse came in, Her short blonde hair stood against her plump face, “Good Afternoon Boys, you can get up now. Mr.Way your moms here.” She looked at me ,”And you shall be going home with him too.”
I shook my head, “What happened?” a familiar police officer came in, “Hello boys, nice to see you again.” He winked. He was the one who was at the hospital room when Gerard was bleeding to death and when Alex’s body was found.
“I’ll explain at the Way household, now come on.” I shifted my weight to the side to get me out of the bed. When my eyes were focused, they stayed on Gerard, his eyes were weary, dry blood on the side of his lip and nose. Tomorrow there would be a bruise on his face somewhere , I know it.
**
Bert never seems to surprise me, he hit me, I blacked out, Gerard tried to fight, Shane jumped him from behind.
Only few actually helped, we would get to meet them later. The cop looked at me with his piercing blue eyes , “Mr. Iero , may I have a word with you.” I began to get up but Gerard’s hand collapsed on mine, “I’m not leaving you alone.” The cop nodded to Gerard understanding this is how it has to be.
He guided us outside, the streets were vacant, a leaf flew by, the wind was the tour guide, “Mr.Iero, your mom has filed that she wants to disown you. Adoption…”
My pulse grew faint, the blood drained from my body, I closed my eyes and cursed to the wind ,”Bitch.” Gerard’s hand squeezed in mine, “It’s Okay.” I shook my head ,”Does this mean…”
The cop stopped me and stopped on my words, I’m glad he did ,” Frank, you will live with the Way family, This isn’t official, Ms.Way and your mother have to take it to court, but im confident you guys will survive.”
I nodded and looked down, I smirked a little as the cop drove away. “Gerard have you ever wanted to be a ghost? I wish I was a ghost.” I sounded like a 5 year old, but I couldn’t help but laugh at myself.
**
We packed my room, My mom wasn’t home, it’s not like she would notice. “Coffee, Please?” Gerard gave me the puppy dog eyes, his startling hazel eyes were irresistible, I handed him my coffee, “Well thank you for the venom.” He winked.
“Merci Pour Le Venin,” Mikey chimed in with a cheap French accent, He came in with Starbucks. “Fuck yeah!” Gerard didn’t even hesitate to grab the coffee.
Coffee made this The best day ever, leaving my tragedy, no abuse (well at home),and no living alone. A thousand shadows haunt me every day but now one has vanished. Mikey seem toi vanish with it, but I heard a crash downstairs ,”I’m Okay,” I faint Mikey yell replied. I giggled and put my clothes in a box. Gerard looked startled ,He looked up to meet with my eyes ,”What is it?”
“Gerard, I had a dream… It was a dream in a different point of view. It was Alex’s point of view.” He looked awake finally , “And I was talking to myself, but…” he laid a finger on my lips, “ Don’t hurt yourself, I had the same dream too.”
Oh, my hands trembled as I gathered my books and put them in a beat up brown box. Gerard grabbed a book from the top of the stack, “I love this book!” I peered over to see familiar title The Catcher And The Rye ,”It’s my favorite!” Gerard exclaimed.
It made me feel better seeing him smile, like really smile, he hasn’t really done that in awhile. I wish I could embrace it all.
Gerard’s POV
Catcher and The Rye brought back so many memories of Hawthorne. The misery, sorrow, and murky fog. But Hawthorne had to many good memories for me to say it was horrible. I touched the red cover and traced the back summary, I smiled. But I’m in Belleville now, where there’s so much sorrow and passion.
A girl with long brown hair came in holding hands with a tall, long black haired guy. The pale boy’s blue eyes didn’t keep contact with our eyes for long ”Hi!” Kate came in behind them, 2 other kids came in.
One resembled a young Freddie Mercury in my opinion. Chocolate brown eyes, and a gray V-neck. He stood next to a black and red hair, her curls went to her shoulders. They all were a crowed of random people, awkwardly standing in Frank’s old room.
“Uh Gee, Frank these are the people who pretty much saved your lives,” she laughed a little but shook it off ,” This Is Delilah, Andy, Daniel , and Luce. They…”
Delilah spoke, “ We tried to help,” the words fumbled out of her mouth, her words became faint , “Shane… he was my step-brother, “ she emphasized on the was, “my mom’s widowed , Bert use to come over a lot and he …”tears grew out of her eyes, Andy squeezed her hand.
She was hysterical, she covered her eyes with her hands, she caught ever tear drop, Andy looked at me, she’ll-never-be-the-same.
“Thank You,” Frank hesitated, Luce looked into my hazel eyes with her foggy gray ones, “I know you guys are asking for heaven to help you, but who says Heaven is amazing. I mean whoever lost the fight was the bad guys.” She bit her lip, “ Who said Angels aren’t demons.” She just walked out.
Delilah and Andy looked at us, “I’m sorry,” They said simultaneously, Andy’s voice deep, sounds like he screams a lot, mixed with Delilah’s crackly one. She hugged Frank and me, she leaned into our ears ,”Run while you can,” she whispered. I grew tense and they walked away.
**
So long and Goodnight, the last words I said to my grandma. She was in the coffin, black and red dress, her light hair fell perfectly on her slightly wrinkled face. The catholic church went silent, an elegant sorrowful scene I won’t forget.
**
April 1st, shit my birthday is coming. I rubbed my head, god if I know Robyn she will throw me a party. I started singing skylines and turnstiles to myself as I got ready for another day of hell. I took my dose of Xanax and sipped more alcohol. I put it away knowing Frank or Mikey would come down soon.
My creamy white bathroom walls were still stained purple and black from the dye and Red from the dry blood that never seemed to wash away.
I brush my teeth, they were stained from the amount of cigarettes and coffee I had daily. I spit out the minty teeth medicine, it slowly went down the drain like a vortex. I heard my mom yelling ,” Michael James Way! Get the hell up, you’re going to be late for school.” I laughed and put my black smudgy eyeliner on.
Frank’s cute giggle echoed in my room as he came down the stairs. He looked awake, alive, and happy. He grabbed the eyeliner out of my hands, “Hey,” I giggled trying to take it back, He slightly moved over avoiding my hand.
The way her put on his eyeliner amused me. He closed the cap and held it out to me smiling. He looked to innocent ( ha) and adorable. My hand gently took it from his grip, he kissed my cheek and went on with combing his hair.
Frank sat on the floor, “You Were Wrong…” I shook my head, erasing the thoughts of all my dirty work. My black hair covered my pale face, my eyes were dry, I whispered just enough for him to hear ,”Your right there’s no room in this hell. But it’s better off this way.”
I felt my pulse in my wrist, He pulled me into a hug, ”No,” he pulled me back keeping his hands on my shoulders, “As much as Gerard and I got closer, you had a whole life ahead, Gerard and I we’ll never be apart, I swear. I would never let him go…”
Frank’s POV
I woke up startled, the room was white, the bed I was on felt rough, the color that caught my eye was Gerard’s beautiful black hair in the bed next to mine, red splatter on his face.
His chest heaved in and out slowly , I licked my lips and tasted blood, This wasn’t the first time I woke up in the nurses room with blood on my face. Gerard’s eyes flickered open, his motionless face turned to a smirk when he saw me.
“Gerard I…” I began to speak but I was cut off , the Nurse came in, Her short blonde hair stood against her plump face, “Good Afternoon Boys, you can get up now. Mr.Way your moms here.” She looked at me ,”And you shall be going home with him too.”
I shook my head, “What happened?” a familiar police officer came in, “Hello boys, nice to see you again.” He winked. He was the one who was at the hospital room when Gerard was bleeding to death and when Alex’s body was found.
“I’ll explain at the Way household, now come on.” I shifted my weight to the side to get me out of the bed. When my eyes were focused, they stayed on Gerard, his eyes were weary, dry blood on the side of his lip and nose. Tomorrow there would be a bruise on his face somewhere , I know it.
**
Bert never seems to surprise me, he hit me, I blacked out, Gerard tried to fight, Shane jumped him from behind.
Only few actually helped, we would get to meet them later. The cop looked at me with his piercing blue eyes , “Mr. Iero , may I have a word with you.” I began to get up but Gerard’s hand collapsed on mine, “I’m not leaving you alone.” The cop nodded to Gerard understanding this is how it has to be.
He guided us outside, the streets were vacant, a leaf flew by, the wind was the tour guide, “Mr.Iero, your mom has filed that she wants to disown you. Adoption…”
My pulse grew faint, the blood drained from my body, I closed my eyes and cursed to the wind ,”Bitch.” Gerard’s hand squeezed in mine, “It’s Okay.” I shook my head ,”Does this mean…”
The cop stopped me and stopped on my words, I’m glad he did ,” Frank, you will live with the Way family, This isn’t official, Ms.Way and your mother have to take it to court, but im confident you guys will survive.”
I nodded and looked down, I smirked a little as the cop drove away. “Gerard have you ever wanted to be a ghost? I wish I was a ghost.” I sounded like a 5 year old, but I couldn’t help but laugh at myself.
**
We packed my room, My mom wasn’t home, it’s not like she would notice. “Coffee, Please?” Gerard gave me the puppy dog eyes, his startling hazel eyes were irresistible, I handed him my coffee, “Well thank you for the venom.” He winked.
“Merci Pour Le Venin,” Mikey chimed in with a cheap French accent, He came in with Starbucks. “Fuck yeah!” Gerard didn’t even hesitate to grab the coffee.
Coffee made this The best day ever, leaving my tragedy, no abuse (well at home),and no living alone. A thousand shadows haunt me every day but now one has vanished. Mikey seem toi vanish with it, but I heard a crash downstairs ,”I’m Okay,” I faint Mikey yell replied. I giggled and put my clothes in a box. Gerard looked startled ,He looked up to meet with my eyes ,”What is it?”
“Gerard, I had a dream… It was a dream in a different point of view. It was Alex’s point of view.” He looked awake finally , “And I was talking to myself, but…” he laid a finger on my lips, “ Don’t hurt yourself, I had the same dream too.”
Oh, my hands trembled as I gathered my books and put them in a beat up brown box. Gerard grabbed a book from the top of the stack, “I love this book!” I peered over to see familiar title The Catcher And The Rye ,”It’s my favorite!” Gerard exclaimed.
It made me feel better seeing him smile, like really smile, he hasn’t really done that in awhile. I wish I could embrace it all.
Gerard’s POV
Catcher and The Rye brought back so many memories of Hawthorne. The misery, sorrow, and murky fog. But Hawthorne had to many good memories for me to say it was horrible. I touched the red cover and traced the back summary, I smiled. But I’m in Belleville now, where there’s so much sorrow and passion.
A girl with long brown hair came in holding hands with a tall, long black haired guy. The pale boy’s blue eyes didn’t keep contact with our eyes for long ”Hi!” Kate came in behind them, 2 other kids came in.
One resembled a young Freddie Mercury in my opinion. Chocolate brown eyes, and a gray V-neck. He stood next to a black and red hair, her curls went to her shoulders. They all were a crowed of random people, awkwardly standing in Frank’s old room.
“Uh Gee, Frank these are the people who pretty much saved your lives,” she laughed a little but shook it off ,” This Is Delilah, Andy, Daniel , and Luce. They…”
Delilah spoke, “ We tried to help,” the words fumbled out of her mouth, her words became faint , “Shane… he was my step-brother, “ she emphasized on the was, “my mom’s widowed , Bert use to come over a lot and he …”tears grew out of her eyes, Andy squeezed her hand.
She was hysterical, she covered her eyes with her hands, she caught ever tear drop, Andy looked at me, she’ll-never-be-the-same.
“Thank You,” Frank hesitated, Luce looked into my hazel eyes with her foggy gray ones, “I know you guys are asking for heaven to help you, but who says Heaven is amazing. I mean whoever lost the fight was the bad guys.” She bit her lip, “ Who said Angels aren’t demons.” She just walked out.
Delilah and Andy looked at us, “I’m sorry,” They said simultaneously, Andy’s voice deep, sounds like he screams a lot, mixed with Delilah’s crackly one. She hugged Frank and me, she leaned into our ears ,”Run while you can,” she whispered. I grew tense and they walked away.
**
So long and Goodnight, the last words I said to my grandma. She was in the coffin, black and red dress, her light hair fell perfectly on her slightly wrinkled face. The catholic church went silent, an elegant sorrowful scene I won’t forget.
**
April 1st, shit my birthday is coming. I rubbed my head, god if I know Robyn she will throw me a party. I started singing skylines and turnstiles to myself as I got ready for another day of hell. I took my dose of Xanax and sipped more alcohol. I put it away knowing Frank or Mikey would come down soon.
My creamy white bathroom walls were still stained purple and black from the dye and Red from the dry blood that never seemed to wash away.
I brush my teeth, they were stained from the amount of cigarettes and coffee I had daily. I spit out the minty teeth medicine, it slowly went down the drain like a vortex. I heard my mom yelling ,” Michael James Way! Get the hell up, you’re going to be late for school.” I laughed and put my black smudgy eyeliner on.
Frank’s cute giggle echoed in my room as he came down the stairs. He looked awake, alive, and happy. He grabbed the eyeliner out of my hands, “Hey,” I giggled trying to take it back, He slightly moved over avoiding my hand.
The way her put on his eyeliner amused me. He closed the cap and held it out to me smiling. He looked to innocent ( ha) and adorable. My hand gently took it from his grip, he kissed my cheek and went on with combing his hair.
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