My head burns. My brain burns. Ow. I attempted to open my eyes, but was only meeted with a overly bright light. "Ow, fuck" I groaned. I put my hand over my eyes, even though they were closed. My stomach turned, and I could feel its contents rise. "Fuck, no" I mumbled, and got up. I swung Gerards door open and ran up the stairs to the bathroom. I reached the toilet, and dropped to my knee's, just managing to get all the bile and vomit in the toilet bowl. I coughed, and a bit more came up. I spat and flushed the chain. It made my ears ring, everything was too loud. I groaned, and lay down on the floor next to the toilet. I stayed there for a minutes, until the pain in my head eased a little. I stood up slowly, and gradually made my way to the sink. I looked in the mirror, and instantly hated what I saw. My usually boring eyes were duller than ever, and a few strands of my limp black hair fell over them. My skin was paper white, and deep purple circles surrounded my eyes. I groaned again and splashed some water over my un-pleasant face. I looked down at my clothes. It was all crumpled, and there was small traces of last night strewn all over it. I couldn't remember what happened, but probably something involving drugs and alcohol. I shuffled out of the bathroom and slowly made my way back to Gee's bedroom. I flopped down on the bed next to Ari, and put my hand back over my eyes. I felt a little better, but I need more sleep.
~after everyone else has woken up~
"Ow, my head" Myron moaned. We all woke up, and discovered we were in weird positions. Ari was hanging off the bed, with Myrons legs hooked over hers, and the rest of Myrons body was over Gee's and he was stretched out in a starfish shape. I was curled up on my side in a small ball. "Duck. Myron. Do not move" Ari said, realizing the position she's in. "Why?" Myron asked, and lifted up her legs. Ari fell on the floor, and there was a pretty loud bang. "Ow" I heard Ari's quiet hangover voice mutter. "Sorry" Myron said, and rolled off of Gerard. Mikey walked in with four cups of coffee and a shit load of toast. "I love you Mikey" Ari whined, and sat back on the bed, resting her head on my shoulder. I put my hand on the top of her head and ran it down her hair. "You guys look rough. Drink the coffee and then eat the toast, then you should probably chill in here" Mikey smiled, and rested the tray on Gerards drawing desk. "We love you so much Mikey" I said, my head still pounding. "And I love you too" He replied. Myrons basically apart of our group now. Well, not basically. She IS a part of our group. "Shit, we have school today" Gerard groaned, and facepalmed. "No, school finished three hours ago. Its half six" Mikey laughed. He was mainly laughing our stupidity. "Shit, I forgot to go home" Myron said, her face suddwnly dropping. "Well, none of us can go home in this state" I announced, as Mikey walked back out. I reached for the coffees and handed them to everyone. "Coffee, yay" Ari said, and took a sip. I looked at her and smiled. I've liked her for seriously, about a month. I don't even know why. She's not, like, the prettiest person. But she's still beautiful to me. She has an amazing personality aswell, which makes her even better. "My head hurts so fucking bad" Gerard groaned. "I bet we had a great night though" Ari said. "I really wanna know what happened. I'm pretty sure it involved drink and drugs because there's evidence everywhere" Myron said, looking at the floor. I downed the last of my coffee and looked longingly at the toast. I'm so hungry, but I don't want to eat. I shouldn't eat. I want to feel weightless. I want my bones to stick out. I want to be good enough, for once in my pathetic life. Mikey randonly burst in the door. "Frank, hide! Your mums car just pulled up in the driveway, but your dads driving" he said, with a worried face. "Shit. Gee, where can I hide? You know they will look everywhere" I said. "U-um.." he said, and then a loud pounding could be heard on the door. "I've gotta go answer it. Be careful Frankie" he said, and walked out again. "I could hide just out side the window right?" I asked. I've done it before, lots of times. "Yeah sure" he said, and pushed it open. I hung one leg out. Its not that much of a drop, because Gerards room is the basement. So its literally a four foot drop. We heard footstepps rushing down the stairs, and I jumped out the window, landing in a bush. I heard my dads voice change from a loyd shout to mearly a whisper. "I know he's fucking here! And whats this? Drugs all over the floor? You're fucking useless. Grow up, and tell me where the fuck my son is!" My dad shouted. "We don't know. If we knew, we would tell you" Gerard said, in a calm tone. "Don't bullshit me fag" my father warned. "Don't call my best friend a faggot!" Ari shouted. I really dont want Myron to see this. She's only just joined our group. "Shut up, you're the one who's poisened my son" he spat. "Fucking excuse me? Leave her out of this!" Myron said. Shit shit shit shit. I don't want any of them to get hurt. "Who the fuck are you?" My dad said. "I'm new here" she said. "I dont care. Where the hell is my son!?" He shouted. "None of us know! If we fucking knew, we would fucking tell you. Now get the fuck out of my home! If we ses Frank, we will fucking let you know. Now go!" Mikey exploded. He's never been that angry before. He's the quiet, sweet one who's kind to almost everyone. It was a completely stunned silence, I was only snapped back into reality when the front door slammed and my dad drove off. "I climbed back into the bedroom, and saw that everything was just staring at Mikey. He was staring at the floor, and his face was bright red. "Mikey, that she was really fucking cool of you bro" I said. "Yeah, but now my fucking head hurts so much" Ari moaned and buried her face in the pillow. I dont want to go home. I dont ever want to fucking go gome. But I have to, at some point. I cant stay at Gerards for the rest of my life. That sucks. "Guys, we all know I'm gonna have to go home at some point" I said, and started chewimg on my lip. Everyone stayed silent. No one wanted to think about what would happen when I did return to that hell hole. It was pretty good when it was just me and my mum. But then my dad found us somehow, and mum forgave him instantly. She lobes him more than she loves me. I know she does. That sucks too. I know another way I could feel weightless. It involves not being on your feet, or having to think ever again. Yeah, I like that idea. I want to feel weightless.