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Thankyou for the reviews guys! This is just a short filler chapter, sorry if it's a bit rubbish, I nearly got struck my lightening so I'm a bit in shock xD Enjoy!
Kat xox




Gerard POV

Whimpering, I swayed a little, pondering whether to go to my lesson or not. I don’t want to break down again…

The argument in my head was increasingly annoying me so I shushed myself up and started to gingerly walk towards my science lesson. Climbing the stairs I halted at the door, nibbling my lip and fiddling with my thumbs.

‘Mr Way, are you going to go to your lesson or are you just going to stand there?’ A female voice chirped behind me.

It was my art teacher Miss May, she had vivid green eyes and coppery hair stopping just below her waist, and a paint splattered apron which clashed with the bright pink lipstick she wore. She warmly smiled at me and gestured for me to go into the classroom.

Sighing I shyly smiled back, and clutched the door handle, slowly opening it, keeping my eyes focused on my shoes as if they were the most fucking interesting thing in history.

Shuffling through the hisses and whispers of students laughing and staring at me I sat down at the back, playing with a strand of my hair, closing my eyes and exhaling loudly. I could feel Frankie staring at me, the silence he was emitting from himself making me twitch uncomfortably.

Frankie’s hand snaked around my neck and held me close to him, confusion inhabiting my face. I looked up through my bangs and he smiled sadly at me, as if something just terrible had just happened.

‘It’s okay Gee, if you need me, I’m always here. Mikey sends him love.’ He reassured.

What the fuck is he talking about?

About too question Frankie the teacher clapped his hands, diverting his attention to the teacher, his arm reaching down to hold my clammy hand, squeezing gently. Scratching my head I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to concentrate on the lesson, but I was distracted by how weird Frankie was acting.

The bell rang and everyone rose clumsily from there seats, discarding everything on their desks shoving their possessions in their bags. I started to pack my bag slowly and get up when some jackass shoulder barged me, causing me to drop my bag, the contents spilling on the floor.

Gasping I scrambled to the floor, desperately trying to grasp my medication which spilt on the everywhere. A roar of laughter escalated around me, and someone snatched my pills from the floor, chuckling to himself. Cursing I jolted my head up, my hair once again hiding my fearful expression, as he read my medication.

‘What the fuck? Is this what ‘calms you down’ freak?’ Matt spat, laughing mockingly and chucking the tube to his mate Harry.

‘Awww poor Gerard, do you need a hug?’ Harry grinned at me, sarcasm dripping from his lips.

Matt kicked me hard in the side, causing me to topple over and grimace, my ribs stinging.

‘Leave me alone.’ I choked unsteadily, loosing my breath.

‘Where’s the fight this time Gerard?’ Matt sneered, kneeling down beside me and picking up my sketch pad.

I tried to grab it but he pulled it closer to his chest, causing me to stumble again. He flicked through the pages, an amused expression veiling his face.
‘
What is this shit? I thought you were good at art Gerard? Fucking emo.’ He shouted reaching his fist back to punch me.

I closed my eyes shut and awaited the searing pain to hit me, but it never did. All I could hear was a small voice scream and two other voices backing him up. Opening my eyes wide I flickered my attention to what was happening. Frankie was standing there, his small muscular body beside me, protecting me.

‘Back the fuck off!’ He ordered, the jocks laughing and raising their eyes brows.

Matt threw my sketch book back at me, sneering unattractively. Frank rose steadily on his feet, cocked his fist back and fiercely punched him in the face, Matt’s nose bleeding excessively. Shocked as fuck, Matt contorted back and held his nose, tears brimming his pale blue eyes.

He cursed then stormed out, followed by his ‘minions’ comforting him. Breathing heavily I clambered to my feet and picked up my stuff, Mikey passing me my medication and smiling comfortingly at me. Ray was perched on a stool, awkwardly, clearly out of his comfort zone, but waved a little at me.

Why are they being so fucking nice?

Bewildered, I flung my bag over my shoulder, getting a bit agitated. Grinding my teeth I sniffed, which resulted in Frankie rushing over to me rubbing my back and telling it’s okay to cry.

Cry about what?

I went to question him again but the second bell sounded and Ray shouted at us from the door to hurry up in case we get in troubled. Frankie and Mikey hugged me tight then strolled off, Frankie shaking his fist, Mikey kissing it lightly.

Raising my eyebrows I rushed to art class, Miss May nodding at me as I burst through the door 15 minutes late. Not wanting to get detention I approached to say sorry and explain but she just smiled (what the fuck is with everyone) and hugged me awkwardly.

‘Don’t worry about it Gerard. I know it’s hard loosing someone but it happens, if you need anyone to talk too you can trust me.’ She sympathetically said, my lips pursed.

Is she on about Frankie?

‘I love him, and I can’t get him back.’ I whispered weakly, my mood darkening.

‘I know sweetheart, but we’re all here for you. Would you like to go home?’ She asked understandably

The fuck? I’m always been sad but she’s never offered me to leave school.

But I’m not going to reject escaping this hell hole.
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Nodding slowly she ushered me away. I ran a hand through my hair and walked through the corridor to the main reception, signing out. The fake receptionist smiled and handed me a form, and I signed it willingly. She saw my name and frowned slightly, sympathy seeping out her eyes.

‘Gerard, take as long as you must too get over this terrible tragedy, hope too see you soon.’ She grinned, walking off to her office.

Okay this is getting really weird…

Shrugging I flung my keys out my pocket and twirled them around my finger, opening the car door and sitting back in my seat, still utterly confused.

That medication is fucking me up I swear.

Blinking a few times I whipped out the fucking medication and popped another in my mouth, swallowing it dry. Rubbing my eyes I started the ignition and made the short journey home, yawning.

At least I can go sleep.

Stumbling through the door I headed downstairs to the basement, closing the door behind me.

Hmmm, what to do…

I sat at my desk and took out my sketchbook and began to doodle a vampire, blood pouring out his mouth. My mind started to drift to think about Frankie again, and what I would do if Levi got his hands on him.

Shuddering I put my pencil down and flung my feet up on my desk. I’m going to be alone for a couple of hours and I have fuck all too do.

Well I could do something…

Desperate I hurriedly opened my drawer, scurrying through the paper until I grasped a bottle, full of sweet venom.

Flicking on my IPod I closed my eyes I started to drink the vodka straight, my throat burning and the familiar buzz returning to me. Cradling the bottle I rested my head on my desk, singing softly to myself. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off.

I held Frankie’s limp bloody body in my arms, his eyes still open and glassy, his mouth foaming. As he lay there he reminded me of a fragile doll fallen from its display shelf, all cracked limbs and shattered motion. The wound in his head had stopped pouring, but had hardened and blackened. His face was sickly white with a tint of blue, spots of blood shining on his beautiful face.

Panicking, I clutched him harder to my chest, my tears wetting his messy hair, my hysterical cries making Levi grin madly, a lopsided smile mocking Frankie’s dead body. Choking on my tears I buried my face in his neck for the last time, trying to breath in his head, my shaky breaths just breathing in the aroma of coppery metal from the copious amount of blood covering Frankie and I.

Holding his head I tried to shake him awake, his body still. I put my hand on my mouth to stifle a scream, my heart hammering painfully in my chest, the putrid smell of the decomposing corpse in my arms hitting my nostrils.

I tried to prevent bile from rising in my stomach, as I screamed and clutched onto my babies icy hand, trying to provoke any kind of response, trembling violently as I pushed his matted hair out of his eyes. I lent down and kissed his forehead shakily, crying erratically.

‘I love you sweetheart, I promise.’ I whispered in his ears, squeezing my eyes shut.

Waking up in a cold sweat I fell backwards off my chair, my back colliding with the floor with a crash. Wheezing I curled up into a ball, trying to get my breathing back to normal. I heard the floorboards creak next to me and I looked up, eyes hazy, my mind fuzzy.

‘Did you have a nightmare baby?’ Levi asked innocently, his perfect teeth smiling at me.

I started to cry and curled up tighter, crawling into Levi’s open arms as he stroked my hair hushing me. He pressed his lips on the top of my head and cuddled me calmly, gently, his tender arms wrapping around my waist protectively.

My head was spinning vigorously and I was mumbling into Levi’s steady chest, slurring. My bedroom door opened scaring the shit out of me and my I fell to the floor heavily, knocking my head.

‘What the fuck?! I screamed, wailing my arms.

‘We wanted to check on you.’ Mikey reassured softly, Frankie next to him.

A pang of jealousy hit, making my nose twitch and my face grimace.

‘I don’t need you too Levi is here.’ I said rolling my eyes, attempting to return back to my position to hugging Levi.

Instead I stumbled to the floor again, my eyes racing around the room widely trying to work out where the fuck Levi went.

I heard Mikey mutter worriedly to Frankie which made me look up confused. They both rushed towards me and helped me up, pushing me down gently on the bed, one either side of me.

‘Okay what the fuck is going on?!’ I shouted bitterly, my eyes still making my vision contorted.

‘Gee…’ Frankie hesitated, and then looked me in the eyes, reaching out towards my hand. ‘Levi is dead remember, that’s why you are home, the police came to the school this morning and informed us, he was ran over, don’t you remember?’ He spoke softly and quietly.

I laughed uneasily and stood up quivering, hugging myself, backing away from them.

‘N-no he isn’t, he was here, he was just here, he was holdin-‘ I stuttered then stopped, tears streaming down my face.

It all makes sense.

That’s why everyone’s being so nice.

My face froze, my expression emotionless. My throat began to close up gradually, causing my breathing to become unsteady again, the walls spinning and Mikey’s and Frankie’s faces were melting, making it difficult for me to concentrate. They started to shout at me and thread their arms around my waist, causing me to panic as I didn’t know what was going on. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding and I could hear it echo in my ears, my trembling legs giving way.

He can’t be dead…

He was mine…