~Gerard's P.O.V.~

One year. One fucking year. It's been exactly one year since we were nearly killed my our fathers and Frankie's ex. One year since we moved to this cottage in Canada, one year since Avril stepped in and saved us...
I stared out at the waves. I pretty much came out here every night this summer, the waves crashed against the shore-line and close to where I was sitting.
"Gerard?" I looked up from my spot on the sand to see Frankie, I smiled and patted the sand next to me. he sat down, I knew something was wrong immediately.
"Frank, what's-" I started, but he interrupted me,
"I want to go back to the states," I sat there, shocked
"Frankie, we cant. its-its too dangerous!"
"I didn't say we..."
"so, are you... leaving me?" tears began to stream down my face,
"in a way, yes," he replied, I curled up into a little ball and tucked my head between my knees and my torso, hoping he wouldn't be able to tell I was crying. he placed his hand on my back, but I shoved it off of me.
"Gee..." he said,
"just get the hell away from me!!!" I screamed, "just fucking leave already!!"
Frank looked hurt, but I didn't care anymore. He got up and left me. I just couldn't take this, not anymore. making sure no one was watching, I grabbed my pills out of my pocket and took all of them. I layed on the cool sand, my vision blurring. my ears were screaming, or was that Mikey? no, he and Avril moved out awhile ago, or did they? my head was spinning, and I blacked out.

Notes

well, here is the first chapter of the sequel to Never Coming Home. I really hope you like it, I will probably update later today;)

~katiekilljoy<4