On The Edge
A Walk In NJ
Frank's POV
I walked in step with Gerard in a comfortable silence. The morning hush was always my favorite time of the day; I loved how the silence lingered like a misty haze, the sun gently glowing in a spectacular sunrise. This morning's walk was a result of my sleeping on the Way's couch, and my restlessness that I am cursed with in a morning. Gerard was drinking coffee in the kitchen; strong, black stuff that I normally reserved to wick away a hangover. He agreed to accompany me on my walk, though he looked awful; his skin was pale and sickly, and his shock of black hair was greasy and messy. He reminded me of a kid that was too stubborn to do as his parents asked.
'You know' he said quietly, as we turned into the park 'they found another body in the lake a couple of weeks back'. I had known Gerard for about six weeks; enough to know that something was on his mind.
'Yeah, I heard' I replied.'Sign of a struggle. The poor guy had a ring of bruises round his torso, like he had to be held under.'
'Needed some drowning lessons, I guess.' He grinned at his own joke in a bitter, humorless kind of way, showing off his childish teeth.
We reached the lake, and looked at the still water. At this moment, it was hard to believe death had been there. The surface was unbroken; perfect.
'Frankie?' Gerard's voice was soft. He'd never called me 'Frankie' before... but I liked it.
'Yes Gee?' I gave him a nickname too.
'What happens if MCR doesn't work out? I don't wanna be a comic book artist anymore.'
I hung my head for a second. Was this all that bothered him?
'I'm sure it will. Look at vampires yesterday!'
'How sure are you?'
We walked together to the top of the stone bridge that crossed the lake. I looked at the cracks in the wall, studying the intricate web they made. A scuttling caught my eye; a scorpion. An idea began to form. A smile stretched across my face. I stood up straight, and looked at Gerard, at his hazel eyes, seeing through the dark circles under his eyes and his sickly skin.
'I think that I'll never have a normal job. And what normal boss wants an employee with a tattoo on his neck, right?'
I walked in step with Gerard in a comfortable silence. The morning hush was always my favorite time of the day; I loved how the silence lingered like a misty haze, the sun gently glowing in a spectacular sunrise. This morning's walk was a result of my sleeping on the Way's couch, and my restlessness that I am cursed with in a morning. Gerard was drinking coffee in the kitchen; strong, black stuff that I normally reserved to wick away a hangover. He agreed to accompany me on my walk, though he looked awful; his skin was pale and sickly, and his shock of black hair was greasy and messy. He reminded me of a kid that was too stubborn to do as his parents asked.
'You know' he said quietly, as we turned into the park 'they found another body in the lake a couple of weeks back'. I had known Gerard for about six weeks; enough to know that something was on his mind.
'Yeah, I heard' I replied.'Sign of a struggle. The poor guy had a ring of bruises round his torso, like he had to be held under.'
'Needed some drowning lessons, I guess.' He grinned at his own joke in a bitter, humorless kind of way, showing off his childish teeth.
We reached the lake, and looked at the still water. At this moment, it was hard to believe death had been there. The surface was unbroken; perfect.
'Frankie?' Gerard's voice was soft. He'd never called me 'Frankie' before... but I liked it.
'Yes Gee?' I gave him a nickname too.
'What happens if MCR doesn't work out? I don't wanna be a comic book artist anymore.'
I hung my head for a second. Was this all that bothered him?
'I'm sure it will. Look at vampires yesterday!'
'How sure are you?'
We walked together to the top of the stone bridge that crossed the lake. I looked at the cracks in the wall, studying the intricate web they made. A scuttling caught my eye; a scorpion. An idea began to form. A smile stretched across my face. I stood up straight, and looked at Gerard, at his hazel eyes, seeing through the dark circles under his eyes and his sickly skin.
'I think that I'll never have a normal job. And what normal boss wants an employee with a tattoo on his neck, right?'
Notes
Hi Guys,
Let me know what you think - my twitter and snapchat are on my profile so you can always give me a shout.
I'm going to carry on to as far as I've thought out at the very least - and it does get more exciting, I promise!
Em xo
@teapartypoison
Sounds reasonable.
1/4/14