Gerard ushered me into his bedroom... I went willingly, and then I heard someone else talking to him.. I shrug and sit on his bed, looking down at the covers. Batman huh. I sigh and roll up my sleeve. My cuts are still fresh and are stinging pretty badly.. The skin around them is red and there's dry blood smeared around the two cuts.
I take a quick look around his room... I'm sure he wont mind if I borrow some of his clothes, I mean like, he already helped me...
After a while of searching for a suitable jumper, I find an old black one with the batman logo on it. The fabric is soft and looks as though it'll be warm.
After that, I search for some pants. All his jeans are too big for me, but I find some skinny jeans that should fit.
I go to the door at the opposite side of the room and open it gently, peeking inside...
Sure enough, That's the bathroom. There's a small shower in the corner- The kind where there's a bath and a shower hanging over the top. It feels so weird to be able to move around..To see different things, other than that fucking room in which I was held captive in.
I make my way towards the shower, turning the knob, and getting it at the perfect temperature for me.
I undress lazily, Ubuttoning my jeans and pulling them off my legs, then slowly taking off my jumper. I discard the rest of my clothes, casually throwing them on the floor.
I lift up my right arm to look at the scarred skin from where he bit me hundreds of times.. Then, I look at my mostly smooth skin on my left. Once again I sigh.
I turn to the mirror, glanicing at myself. My hair is pretty long.. I really need that cut, and my ribs are very prominent along with my collarbone.
I brush aside my dark brown hair to look at the two small puncture wounds on my throat. They're mostly healed..
My skin is a lot paler than it usually is, and I'm usually fucking white. My eyes have darkened in colour, but only slightly... Shit, the transformation it very fast..
The urge to punch something - Especially Berts fucking face- overcomes me, but I push it away in thought that I'll scare Gerard and I really don't wanna mess up his wall.
I proceed to get in the shower, hissing slightly when the water hits my cuts. I stand there, letting the water clean my skin.
I'm not sure what to think of Gerard. He seems nice, plus he has an awesome style. He hasn't tried to hurt me, in fact, he's done the opposite, what no one else would do. He helped me. He acted as though he actually cared. I want to stay with him.. I want to help him, because from one look in his eyes I know something bad has happened to him...
I regret cutting my wrist. Sure, It helped.. for like a few minutes, but after the adrenaline rush dissapated, it just left me with the stinging pain.
If Gerard will let me stay with him.. Then I will. And if not... Then fuck knows what'll happen to me.
I wonder what he's doing right now?....
I climb out of the shower and pull on the jeans. They're a big baggy, but fuck, They're comfy.
The jumper is soo warm. Like seriously, an eskimo would be happy to wear this.
I glance at my reflection. My eyes are darker now. For fucks sake.
I slowly open the door and walk out. I make my way to the living room, opening the door cautiously and peeking inside. Gerard is on the couch.. I can see his hair.
I walk over to him, observing how he looks as though he's given up all hope. I take a deep breath and sit on the very edge of the couch. The movement startles him, and he tenses up then sits up and looks at me.
"Oh..Uh.. Hey Frank. Those clothes suit you." He manages, not quite looking me in the eye.
"I hope you don't mind me borrowing them.." I reply, Looking into his eyes. Hazel, like mine are. Or used to be.
"No.. It's fine dude." He tells me, managing a small smile. "Great. Uh.. I'll make you some Coffee. Do you want any suagr in it?" I ask, knowing that he likes Coffee, and fuck, I want some coffee.
His eyes seem to light up at the mention of me making him coffee. Actually, probably just the coffee part.
"No.. No sugar, Thanks though." He manages to look at me, and smiles a really adorable half smile.
I nod and get up. My eyes darting around the room until I spot the kitchen. I head towards it, stepping over a empty can of Beer. I flip the switch on the ketle, and jump when it starts boiling. Fuck, that's a weird noise. Then, I grab the jar of coffee, Get two cups and put a spoonful in each. I wait until the kettle has boiled, then I pour boiling hot water in each cup. I go over to the fridge and look inside, spoting an almost empty bottle of milk. I grab the milk and poor some into each cup, in turn using all the milk. Oops. I grab the spoon and stir the coffee, making sure there's no little floating black grounds.
Success.
I carry them both to the little table infront of the couch, and set them down, managing not to spill a single drop. I grin at Gerard, Trying to make him feel just a bit better. He smirks and Sips at the coffee, practically melting into the couch. I gulp mine down, so glad to be drinking coffee for the second time in fuck knows how long.
"So...Who was at the door?" I ask slowly, Looking at Gerard. When he makes eye contact, I break it, hoping he doesn't notice how dark my eyes have gotten.
"That was Ray. He's awesome, I think you'd like him. Bob and Ray are both coming round later, so you can meet them. By the way, do you have a place to stay?..." He tells me, raising an eyebrow at the last question.
"Great. Some human contact." I Grin and sip at my coffee. " A place to stay?" I bite my lip. Do I have a place to stay? My parents hate me, and I don't have anyone to stay with. Plus, I have no money whatsoever.
"Uhh..No. No, I don't." I continue gnawing at my lip. "Oh, that's cool. You can stay here if you want" He replies, and I look up to see him yawning and stretching. I smile slowly and widely. "Fuck, Thankyou dude."
"What? No need to thank me." He insists. His eyes look distant, as if something is on his mind...
We sit in silence for a while, But not the awkward kind.
"How old are you?" The random question is suddenly put into air. Uhh..
Oh shit.
I have to think. Very hard. So.. It's 2001. Like the 9th of november. I think I'm ....19.?
Yeah. 19.
"I'm 19, and you?" I reply, not completely sure.
"I'm 24. " He tells me. I nod and take a look around the room. My eyes dart over something I recognise from years ago. Holy fuck.
"Is that a guitar?!" I exclaim, jumping up and walking over to it.
"Oh, Yeah. I can't really play it." Gerard laughs and walks over to it with me.
I pause with my hand hovering over it. "Can I?..." I ask slowly, looking up at him. He smirks and nods, handing it to me. I try it out, and mentally wince at how out of tune it is. I mess with it, attempting to tune it and mostly succeeding. Then, I run my fingers along the fret board and experiment playing it.
This feels so right. My fingers know exactly where to go, And it makes a fucking beautiful sound. I glance at Gerard, who's eyes are wide and staring at me.
"Dude, You're almost as good as Ray." He exclaims. "I am? I haven't played in years..." I say, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Speaking of Ray.." There's a knock at the Door and Gerard chuckles. Well, at least he seems a bit better. I sit on the couch, still hugging the guitar. I watch curiously as Gerard opens the door. I see an afro. Just a big, brown afro. Dat's awesome.
Gerard leads two men into the room. I'm not sure which one s Ray, but I presume it's the afro Guy.
The Guy, Ray?, is quite tall. But I'm not sure if it's his afro that's making him tall or if he's actually tall. He's wearing a boring white top with some Boring dark blue jeans.
The other guy, however, looks fucking awesome.
He has a lip ring, for fucks sake. A lip ring. I want a lip ring. He's wearing a leather jacket with some baggy blue jeans and converse.
Aanndd.... They're both staring at me. Especially the Afro guy.
Someone clears their throat, and I look up at Gerard. "Uhh.. Frank, This is Ray." He points to the afro dude. I guessed correctly. Then, he gestures to lip ring guy. "And this is Bob." Bob. hah. He kinda looks like a Bob.
I grin. "Hey There. I'm Frank."
"Uhh.. Ray, Frank is my friend. I'm helping him out. He's awesome at guitar By the way." Gerard tells him, and I smirk.
Ray blinks and smiles at me. "Hey there Frank. Awesome to meet you. " He tells me, then Bob nods and says that I'm freakishly pale.
I laugh through my teeth, remembering the ordeal I went through, and I cautiously cover my neck.
"Guys..I'm not feeling very well... Play some video games or something, I might be back later." Gerard says, And starts towards his room. Ray and Bob complain for a few seconds, but then starts asking me loads of Questions. what games do i like, Do I read comics etc. And my favourite, from Bob, who asks me if I'm a Virgin.
I laugh and try to avoid that one.