Like Ghosts In The Sun

It's been two days since my father attacked me. Mikey, Gerard and Frank have been so kind to me. I love them so much. I never did hear what happened to my dad. I'm kinda worried, I haven't heard from my mum at all. I wonder what happened...
"Ni, breakfast is ready!" I hear Mikey yell.
"Coming!" I shout back. I glance at the clock by my bed. It's only 7. I run into the bathroom and change into a pair of black shorts and a plain, red t-shirt. I quickly straighten my hair and apply a thick layer of eyeliner, before running downstairs into the kitchen.
"Morning, Nita!" says Frank, smiling creepily. I can tell he's already had a lot of coffee. That boy goes really hyper really fucking fast when he's given caffeine.
"Hey Frankie." I say. Mikey passes me some toast with Nutella on top. I know Nutella's not vegan but it's too good to give up.
"Sleep well?" Gee asks.
"Yeah." I lie. I had the worst nightmares last night. I don't really remember what they were about, but I remember waking up, terrified, several times. I try not to think about that.

We finish breakfast and climb into Frank's truck. I don't feel like going to school today, but I haven't been in two days and I should probably start on my art project, which is due in three days. You can blame Tumblr for that one.

-le time lapse to le lunch period-

"Mr Dalton is totally failing me on purpose!" says Frank as we walk down the corridor to the cafeteria.
"It's not his fault you were playing Guitar Hero instead of studying, Frankie." says Gerard, laughing.
"Yeah it is." Frank mumbles. I look over to my right and see some guy, I think he's new, being shoved up against the lockers by Dan (a.k.a Ultra Douche).
"Hey, Princess FroFro!" Dan taunts. "Wanna give us your cash?"
"I fo- I forgot my wallet..." the new guy stutters. Dan laughs, then hits the kid across the face. I walk over to Dan and tap him on the shoulder.
"What do you want?" he sneers as he turns around.
"Yeah, hi, I just wanna ask you something." I say.
"What?" he growls. I kick him where no male should be kicked, and he falls to the ground, yelling.
"Why are you such an ultra douche?" I say in my sassiest tone. Gerard bends over and the new kid climbs onto his back. Gerard sprints down the corridor with Newbie holding on for dear life, with me, Frank and Mikey running behind them.
"DOOT DOOT MOTHERFUCKERS WE GOT NEW MEAT COMING THROUGH!" Gerard screams. We stop once we enter the cafeteria and we sit down at an empty table.
"Damn, girl, you got guts for kicking Ultra Douche in the nuts!" Mikey says. I flip my hair with my hand.
"I know, right?" I say, grinning.
"So, what's your name, Newbie?" Frank asks.
"I'm- I'm Ray." he stutters.
"Nice to meet ya!" Gerard says loudly. "I'm Gerard, and this is my brother Mikey, his girlfriend Anita and the world's most hyperactive midget, Frank."
"Hey!" Frank yells. "I'm not a midget!"
"Right. You're, what do you say? Vertically challenged?" says Mikey. Everyone laughs at that, except Frank, who pouts like a two year old. Gerard pats him on the head.
"You guys are psychotic." says Ray. "It's amazing."

School ends, and the five of us go back to Gerard and Mikey's house.
"Whoa." says Ray as he walks through the front door. "This place is awesome."
Ray walks around while Gerard puts some popcorn in the microwave.
"OH MY GOD THAT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!" Ray shouts as he picks up the guitar which has been sitting in the living room corner for god knows how long.
"You play?" Frank asks.
"Yeah! Ugh this is SUCH A NICE GUITAR." yells Ray. He plays a short riff. He's really good! I can't say I was expecting that. "Do you play?" he asks Mikey.
"Nah, I'm more of a bass kinda guy." Mikey replies.
"Nice." says Ray, nodding. "You play anything, Nita?" he asks me.
"Um, I can kinda play the piano but I mostly sing..."
We all discuss our musical abilities for what seemed like hours, but was actually only twenty minutes. Then Mikey runs upstairs to grab his bass and a couple of amps so that we can jam for a while. Frank goes into the garage and returns holding an old electric guitar, owned by one of the Ways. Ray starts playing some chords and Frank plays a riff to match it, then Mikey begins working out the bass tabs. Gee starts making up some lyrics, and I drum loudly on the floorboards.

"Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say
I never want to let you down or have you go
It's better off this way
For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took
Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?
I'm not okay, I'm not okay, I'm not okay, you wear me out!" he sings. We stop.

"Dude, that was really fucking cool!" Mikey yells. We all nod in agreement.
"Did you just make that up on the spot?" I ask Gerard.
"Yeah... Well, a few of the lines were ones I wrote ages ago..." he trails off.
"I think we should reward ourselves with some Thai food." Frank says as he places the guitar gently on the ground.
"Definitely!" says Mikey excitedly. We grab our jackets and walk down to the Thai restaurant, since it's just around the corner and Frank is sick of driving our asses everywhere. As we walk, Mikey wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to him. When we get to the restaurant, a man outside says "Sorry, we're full at the moment. Come back in half an hour or so."
I groan and we go to the playground on the other side of the road. Frank, Gerard and Ray all run towards the swing-set.
"I CAN SWING HIGHER THAN YOU!" Frank screams.
"NUH UH, I'M SWINGING WAY HIGHER THAN YOU ALREADY!" yells Gerard.
"OH FUCK YOU, GEE, I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE KING OF SWING!" Frank replies. God, they are such kids.
"I'm gonna go get some Starbucks, anyone want anything?" Mikey says.
"FRAPPUCINOS PLEASE!" they all yell in unison.

**Gerard's POV**

"Hey, where are Mikey and Nita? They've been gone for ages." Frank asks me. We're now sitting on the park bench, because Frank fell out of the swing and hurt his ass, so we had to stop the swinging competition.
"They've only been gone for twenty minutes, Frank." Ray says.
"Yeah, but how long does it take to make a few cups of coffee?" Frank continues.
"Good point..." I say.
"MAYBE THEY'RE DOING THE DO!" shouts Frank.
"Frank, calm down." Ray says as my phone buzzes. I answer the call, which is unusual. I don't usually communicate with people via iPhone. I'm usually too busy getting angry at Flappy Bird.

"Hello?" I say.
"Gerard!" I hear.
"Hey Mikey, what's up?"
"Something's happened, it's Nita, you've gotta get down here."
"What happened?"
"She got hi-" The phone clicks off. Holy shit.

"We have to go find Mikey and Nita." I say to Frank and Ray.
"What's up?" Frank asks.
"I- I think she got run over, I don't know..." I stutter.
"Oh fuck!" shouts Frank. We all sprint down the street to the Starbucks. Ambulance lights flash around us and I see paramedics surrounding a motionless person lying on the street. I spot Mikey and I run over to him.
"What the fuck is going on, Mikes?" I say.
"She- She was going over the street to the record store and- and she got hit by a car." Mikey stutter between sobs. I pull him into a hug.
"She'll be okay, Mikey. I promise." I whisper. I glance over and see the paramedics lifting Nita into the back of the ambulance.
"You ride with her, we'll be right behind you, okay?" I say. Mikey nods and climbs into the ambulance. The ambulance drives away quickly, red lights flashing. We sprint home and Frank drives us to the hospital as fast as he can.

For the first time in what feels like forever, I am genuinely scared.

Notes

:c ah noo