All That's Left Of Yesterday
Has no one told you he's not breathing?
Gerard's P.O.V.
I collapse into my boyfriend, Frank's sweaty embrace. We just had amazing, indescribable sex and I am so happy. All I want to do is curl up and fall asleep in his arms but I can feel my stomach growling. Frank laughs and jumps out of bed pulling me with him and running down the stairs.
I groan and collapse on the sofa as he runs into the kitchen; hearing the fridge open and I chuckle to myself, anticipating the reaction.
"Your fridge is empty again! Do you never have food?"
Frank's always moaning that we don't have enough food. To be fair Mikey normally goes food shopping when Frank's round so he's probably out getting it now. Mikey never sticks around when Frank's here.
"I'll order a pizza." I call to Frank as I pick up the phone. He sits down on the sofa next to me then turns to me. "Do you want me to go and ask Mikey if he wants anything before you call?"
"Nah, he'll have gone out."
Frank shakes his head and points to the keys sitting on the side. 'Mikey hasn't gone out? Oops!' I thought; it's not like me and Frank were particularly quite a few minutes ago. And it looks like I'm going to have to go shopping myself now. Well that's what I get for assuming Mikey will do it.
"Oh, kay then."
I watch Frank with a smile as he runs up the stairs and go to dial the number when the screams come.
"Fuck. Gee? Oh Fuck. Gee! SHIT, GERARD? GERARD!"
I run upstairs and the smell hits me before I get there. I grind to a holt at Mikey's door. Blood and vomit coats the floor around the small, pale form of my little brother. I stand there in shock for a few minutes before running over to him. I yell at Frank to call 911 before breaking down crying. What has he done to himself? Why?
I throw my arms around him, not caring about getting my expensive clothes messy, only caring about holding Mikey close. I try to wipe the blood and sick off of his face as I bury mine in his hair. He can't die. Not like this.
I collapse into my boyfriend, Frank's sweaty embrace. We just had amazing, indescribable sex and I am so happy. All I want to do is curl up and fall asleep in his arms but I can feel my stomach growling. Frank laughs and jumps out of bed pulling me with him and running down the stairs.
I groan and collapse on the sofa as he runs into the kitchen; hearing the fridge open and I chuckle to myself, anticipating the reaction.
"Your fridge is empty again! Do you never have food?"
Frank's always moaning that we don't have enough food. To be fair Mikey normally goes food shopping when Frank's round so he's probably out getting it now. Mikey never sticks around when Frank's here.
"I'll order a pizza." I call to Frank as I pick up the phone. He sits down on the sofa next to me then turns to me. "Do you want me to go and ask Mikey if he wants anything before you call?"
"Nah, he'll have gone out."
Frank shakes his head and points to the keys sitting on the side. 'Mikey hasn't gone out? Oops!' I thought; it's not like me and Frank were particularly quite a few minutes ago. And it looks like I'm going to have to go shopping myself now. Well that's what I get for assuming Mikey will do it.
"Oh, kay then."
I watch Frank with a smile as he runs up the stairs and go to dial the number when the screams come.
"Fuck. Gee? Oh Fuck. Gee! SHIT, GERARD? GERARD!"
I run upstairs and the smell hits me before I get there. I grind to a holt at Mikey's door. Blood and vomit coats the floor around the small, pale form of my little brother. I stand there in shock for a few minutes before running over to him. I yell at Frank to call 911 before breaking down crying. What has he done to himself? Why?
I throw my arms around him, not caring about getting my expensive clothes messy, only caring about holding Mikey close. I try to wipe the blood and sick off of his face as I bury mine in his hair. He can't die. Not like this.
11/1/13