Bob and I ended up staying up all night. It turns out we have a fucking lot in common.
For instance, He fucking loves Batman.
We had like.. a nerd fight. I won, Just to let you know. My knowledge is clearly superior to that of his own.
Not that he wasn't good. Cause damn. It was hard to beat him, unlike most of the so called "Batman Fans"
Bobs from Chicago. He's 23 years old, and he turns 24 on 31st December. 1 year younger than me. His passion is playing drums, and He's saving up to buy a drum kit, Alos, he's been looking to start a band, but hasn't had any luck so far. He's a freaking awesome Guy.
Ray come over at around 2am and Was kinda surprised to see Bob. Cause he looks fucking scary. I introuduced them, and They've been talking for hours. I'm kinda glad that I stole Bob's dog. He didn't seem to mind after I explained it all to him, In fact, he fucking laughed his head off. I was pretty sure he was gonna collapse and die.
But luckily, that didn't happen.
"FUCK" I scream as someone opens my curtains. That was uncool. Nobody opens my curtains without my say so.
"Dude, are you okayy..?" I hear a familiar voice, and force myself to look up. Bobs there, staring at me. "What? oh..Uh, Yeah. I'm fine. What time is it?" I reply, Mentally forgiving him as he does not know me well enough not to open the curtains.
"Like 20 past 8. I made you some coffee By the way." My heart warmed up as me mentioned coffe, despite the fact that I had like 20 minutes to get ready and go to work. Why the fuck would they make me come in at 8:40 am. God. That's uncool. I might ask if I can come in at like 1pm. Also known as, the time I usually wake up.
I slowly get up and stretch. Fuck, I needed to do that. I must have gotten about 3 hours sleep.
"Thanks man." I grin, and walk to the small, shitty Kitchen.. where I presume the coffee is.
I stop in my tracks when I see Ray on the floor.. I turn to Bob, raising an eyebrow
"Uh..He got like really drunk..?" He offered, shrugging. I smiled and let out a chuckle.
I pick up the still hot coffee and take in the scent. Seriously, The scent of Coffee is fucking orgasmic.
I take a sip and practically melt. I love Bob Bryar, Seriously, he makes the best fucking coffee ever.
I take a look at the clock on the microwave. 8:24 am. Ah shit.
"Bob, I gotta get ready for work. Feel free to stay here with Ray today, Hopefully I'll see you around." I grin , Bro-fisting him and walking to my room.
"Hahah, Thanks Gerard! Have fun at work dude." He replies, laughing.I turn around and stick my tongue out at him.
He grins and pokes Ray's afro, Me smiling as I walk into my room.
Clothes..Clothes, clothes clothes...
I pick up a pair of Black jeans with a rip in the right knee and pull them on, managing to do so without and difficulties.
Uh...A top.. I look around my small shitty room and find my misfits shirt on the mirror...
I pull it on, somehow managing to get my arm in the hole for my head and my head in one of the holes for the arms. For Fucks sake. I take it off, and this time, put it on successfully.
I go back to the mirror and sit down on the shitty wooden stool that really hurts your ass.
Okay, I look awful. Like usual.
My long black hair is really fucking greasy and I have big bags under my eyes.
Okayy.. Time to make myself look acceptable.
I quickly brush my hair, and then grab my eyeliner.
I stare at the mirror, applying my eyeliner and making my eyes seem a lot darker and much better than usual. Ah, Job complete.
I pull on my black, tattered converse and Walk out the door , saying bye to Bob, and a now very tired, very grouchy Ray.
It's like 8:27 now. So I really need to fucking hurry up. Or my boss will generally rape me.
I start walking towards the trade center, It'll take like 10 minutes to hurry there.
I look fowards, and begin practically power walking.
"Hey!" I hear a very unfriendly voice shout. I look up, Seeing no man. I turn my head to the left, and stop a man on the opposite side of the street. "What?" I shout back, slightly irritated.
"You Better stay on that side of the Street, motherfucker. I will Knock you Out!" He replies, glaring at me
O..kay..
I carry on walking, deciding to just ignore the man and get to work. I really don't wanna lose this job.
Like a raging bat from hell (Which I presume is very fast) I make it to the trade center. Well, almost.
Phew, I think I made it in time. I grin and carry on walking, slowing my pace , because now that I know I'm not late, I can relax. Without any warning whatsoever, a loud crash fills the air along with the screams of thousands of people.
What the Fuck is happening?
I look up, My eyes widening in terror at the scene that lays before me.
A Plane.. Embedded in the Trade centre. There's smoke everywhere. I just stand there, Staring in shock.
My ears are ringing and I must have fell to the floor. People are running, Screaming filling the world.
There's smoke in the sky.. So much smoke.
I just stare at the Bodies.
I can see the bodies falling from the sky. They're burning. Some of them are still moving.
All of a sudden, there's a thud near me, and I manage to look to the left. There's a corpse.. a corpse of a woman.. Burnt and her eyes... They're.. They're so wide, as if they're terrified.
A scream of pain is heard behind me, and I slowly turn around, my body moving without my will.
A child, no older than 14, Has a piece of debris stuck in their stomach. They're staring up at the building, blood slowly leaking from the wound. "H-Hel-" The boy chokes out, then collapses to the ground.
Oh my god...
I want to help him..But I know that nobody can help him now...I turn to face the building, which is slowly collapsing. That's enough. I don't want to see anymore.
My ears are still ringing, yet I can hear the screams and sobs of everyone.. I slowly get to my feet, covering my ears and clenching my eyes shut.
I run, as fast as I can away from the building, falling down a few times. I can't believe it. Please tell me that did not just happen. please. I want to forget about it, but that would be impossible. I remember so cleary how the womans eyes look.. Her eyes wont get out of my fucking head.
I'm walking now, very slowly. Cars are going past, and police sirens are wailing. People are gathered around, Wondering what's happening. Someone says something about a terrorist attack. Someone else asks me if I'm okay. I just keep walking, ignoring everyone.
My path is blocked by a man who's getting down on one knee and prosposing to his girlfriend. I guess he's worried something like this will happen again.
I carry on walking, Trying my hardest to ingore the commotion. Bob and Ray will probably be gone by now. Well, I hope they are. I don't want them to see me like this.
Once again, my path is blocked. This time not by a couple, But a small teenager. He's probably about 17, maybe 16, and he is curled up into a ball. I proceed to walk past him, but then I change my mind. I couldn't help anyone else.. But maybe I can help him.
"A-are you okay?" My voice is quiet, but I can tell he hears me because he tenses up. I reach out and tap his shoulder, but he flinches so I Drop my hand. "What do you want?" He whispers, glancing up at me with hazel eyes. His eyes seem puffy and are rimmed with red.. He's been crying...
" Do you need any help?" I ask, biting my lip.
He pauses, and then slowly sits up, looking down at the ground. "uh.. I- I ..." He mumbles, then glances at me.
I suddenly make a decision. This kid seemed lost, and might be homeless. His clothes looked as though he'd been wearing them for a while, and his hair was quite long. He was wearing some ripped skinny jeans, and he was extremely pale. Like unnaturally pale, damn, I was jealous. I'm gonna take him home.. See if he's okay, Ask him some stuff, if he's got a place to go, then I'll let him.. But otherwise, I feel as if I need to help this kid.
" Uh... Come with me.. You can get some rest at mine.." I say, and start standing up. He suddenly widens his eyes and shakes his head.
"I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise." I mumble, and he seems to relax.
"O-okay..Do you have anything I can drink..?" He mumbles. poor kid. I think , trying to remember if I have a drink that I can give him... Shit.
"Uhm, I do at my apartment, It's only a block away." I tell him, and he gets up slowly, head cast down and he's avoiding my gaze.
I nod to myself and start walking, glanicing at him to make sure he's following me.
We get to my apartment quickly, and I invite him to come sit on the couch. "Uh.. thanks" He says, Sitting on the couch, still looking at the floor.
I head to the kitchen and I was right, Ray and Bob are gone, I quickly make two cups of coffee, and hope to God this kid likes coffee. Otherwise I would be highly offended.
I bring them into the main room, where the Kid is still sat, looking at the floor.
"Do you like coffee?..." I ask timidly, And He widens his eyes, and Jumps up
"omg, omg, omg omfg. Coffee!" He smells it, and Takes a large sip. I smirk, Finally, someone who likes coffee as much as I do. It's kinda shocking to see this Kid excited, But fuck, Coffee is worth getting excited for.
I sip mine as I glance at him, wow, He seriously likes Coffee. I respect this kid.
Images of the burnt corpse keep coming back to me, haunting my thoughts... The way her eyes were so wide and terrified, the smell of the smoke..The thud when she landed next to me. The kid that was trying to ask for help... The bodies falling from the sky...
"Thanks..." I hear a quiet voice say. He's staring at me now, no longer glaring at the floor.
"You're welcome. So.. what's your name?" I ask. I need a distraction. I need to stop thinking about it.
"My name? Uh.. I'm Frank.." He replies to me, Pausing for a second before he answers me.
" Frank huh. I'm Gerard... So.. mind me asking what you were doing on the side of the path?" I ask slowly, Staring at him.
He looks up at me, as though he's shocked and shakes his head slowly. Nope? Oh.
"Ah.. Okay." I reply, shrugging and sipping at my coffee.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.
"Shit... Uh, Frank, Just go to my room and stay in there for a few minutes. You can..uh, take a shower if you want." I propose, leading him to my room. He nods and walks in. I quickly dart to the door and open it
"GEE! FUCK, YOU'RE OKAY." Ray practically screams, jumping on me. I stand there, not even hugging him back.
"uhh..I'm fine Ray." I mumble, Staring at my hand rather than making eye contact with him.
"Good. I was so worried. We heard about it straight away, I thought you were in the building. I Though-"
"Ray, It's okay. I wasn't that close when It happened." I lie, Images of everything that has happened flashing through my head.
"Thank God. Dude, I've gotta go for awhile, I'll be back later with Bob, okay?" He exclaims, grabbing my arms.
"Yeah.. Okay."I mumble, and try to smile back at him.
"Cya Gee!" Ray hugs me quickly then disappears. I stand there, staring. Eventually, I close the door and collapse onto the couch, trying not to cry.