Here I am. Lying on the cold hard tile. Head pounding, heart racing. What's happened? How long have I been out for? I sit up and rub my face. How did I end up in the bathroom, and when did all of my clothes go? I pick myself up with the little bit of strength I have in me and walk to the kitchen. The coffee pot is still hot. Mikey must have left for work already. I glance over to the clock; 11:27. I pour myself a mug of the dark roasted glory and sit down on the stool, racking my brain of what happened the night before. I am unable to recreate what happened so I pull out my phone. *1 new voicemail from Frankie* hoping this will shed some light on things I press play.

"Hey Gerard, it's about 1:03 am. You are passed out yet again. It seems like that's all you do now. What happened to your dreams of the future? I thought you wanted to be a huge comic book writer? Sure you work for the big company now but you are just their puppet. Don't you want to do something big with your life? What happened to the Gee I used to know? The one that was actually my best friend? Who was always there for me when I needed him. Who used to sneak me into R rated movies? We never do anything like that anymore. It's all because you keep reaching the bottom of the bottle."

There it was, my best friend of almost 20 years, ready to leave me. I'm such a fuck up. Why can't I do anything right? My own brother barely wants to speak with me and now my best friend is slowly drifting away. I'm just disappointing everyone. All because of this stupid bottle.

Notes

Hey guys! I have started a new fan fic and I'm really excited! I wanted to make this different from my current one so here it is! Hope you guys like it! xoxo, Nova<33