I stumble into my room with the scent of hard liquor and sweat practically radiating from me. I'm so fucking hammered. As I attempt to walk properly I hear the muffled blasts of music and Mikey screaming like a banshee due to the intoxicated state he also is in. My little bro threw the sickest parties. People think since he's a geek that he couldn't throw a party if his life depended on it.
Well they're sure as hell wrong.

The shitty part of it all is that I'm a complete and utter hermit. I need to get pretty drunk in order to enjoy a party as much as i just did. Every word that some how managed to form out my mouth was either slurred or just fucking ridiculous. I managed to tell Mikey that i had to go to my room because I was about to drop dead on the floor. I'm a light weight let's face it, I can't hold my liquor even if my life was at sake.

After i close the door to my bedroom, my eyes suddenly feel like they're being plucked out with a pair of rusty tweezers. Yeah it hurts that bad. My vision is slightly blurred also. This pain and blurry vision isn't a new feeling however, it's been happening for months now. I haven't told anyone about it other than my friend Lindsey who is probably passed out on the couch right now. She kept trying to encourage me to see a doctor or some shit but I refused. My problems are my problems and i can deal with them myself like I usually do. The pain strikes at my head again sending me to the floor. Fuck, it's never been this bad. I crawled my way from the floor to my bed. I grab the painkillers I leave on my nightstand and pop a few in my mouth followed by several gulps of water. I'm drunk and socially exhausted, I just want to sleep but I wait for the painkillers to settle in. It takes a long time for them to work but the pain is relieved eventually. My vision is still slightly blurred though but i don't give it a second thought. I feel my eyelids become heavy and I begin to cave in. Before i am able to pass out i hear the door creak open. This damn door always creaked and it has gotten pretty fucking annoying after a while. I turn over on my bed, greeted by a smiling and slightly less drunk-than-me Frank. I think seeing his face sobered me up a little, it was always nice seeing my best friend's face ya know.

"Oh I didn't know wwwwhere you were and I was a little worried that youuuu might have wondered off so I just came here to *hic* check." he said with a stupid grin on his face. He always grinned like an idiot when he was drunk and it would've been pretty funny to see if I weren't so wasted. But I was alert enough to smile back. How couldn't you simile I mean he's
Frank. Even when drunk beyond belief he was kind enough to check and make sure I was okay. "I'm soooorrrrrry if I woke you up or anything." he continued as he open the door a little bit more so it revealed him standing in the door way.

"It's fine, I'm just- I'm just tired." I reply with a bit of fatigue to my voice. I'm so tired and exhausted and my eyes are being bitches.

"Okay, well I'll leave you alone to sleep. Good night, Gee!" he giggled with a cute smirk. After that he clumsily closes the door behind him leaving me as I was before. He's adorable when he's all giggly. I mean that in a platonic way though. Like, whatever it doesn't matter you know what I mean.

As I resume back to the sleepy state I was in I can't but think about Frank. Dammit he's a great friend. While I am thinking my thoughts finally begin to fade to black as I am sent into a trance of slumber. Hell. Yes.

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I wake up at what feels like 4 am. I look around my room but all I see is black. I feel a slight pain in my eyes but I think nothing of it. I look around once more remembering that I left my lamp on. Why isn't it on?? Oh wait, Frank probably turned it off or something so i could sleep. I try and navigate my way through the complete darkness. There is usually a dim light from the street glaring into my window when I have all the lights off. This is kinda weird but whatever I'm tired and I need a few more pain killers. When i finally find my lamp I flick the 'on' switch. Nothing happens. What the fuck. I don't have the patience for this bullshit right now. Fuck the lamp, itprobably needs new bulb or something. I'm not willing to go fucking light bulb hunting at this hour. I sit back in my bed and attempt to soothe my throbbing skull. After some time the pain diminishes and I feel sleepy again. Before I close my eyes I remember Frank's dorky giggle which plasters a huge grin on my face. I'm still a little drunk so I bet it's gonna be a hell of a hangover in the morning. Fuck it. I close my eyes and I begin to drift into sleep once more.

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I shot up like a bullet. How long was I out? I look around the room but the whole room is still pitch black. What. The. Fuck. I know it's not night time because I birds chirping outside. I'm getting scared now. The pain in my head is gone but I feel the effects of last night hit me like a fucking tidal wave. I jolt from my bed ignoring the slight headache and soreness. Why is everything black. I begin to panic now. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON I'M SCARED AND THIS ISN'T FUNNY. I being in frantically run around my room looking for the door. I fall a few times due to the fACT THAT I CAN'T SEE RIGHT NOW AND I'M EXTREMELY SCARED THAT I'M SURPRISED I HAVEN'T SHAT MY PANTS. When I find the door I run rapidly down the stairs while holding on to the railing. I try to call for Mikey but my throat is sore. I hear the t.v. playing in the living room. I'm so fucking scared that my legs tremble as I speed walk into everything as I poorly navigate myself through the house. I'm legit about to burst into tears when I hear that the t.v. is now louder.

"M-MIKEY!" I mange to choke out as loudly as I can. I'm gripping a table like my life depends on it as I try to figure out where in the house I am. I'm so anxious that i can barely breathe let alone think straight.

"WHAT? GERARD WHAT'S WRONG YOU SOUND LIKE YOU'RE BEING KILLED WHAT THE HELL!!!" I hear Mikey scream as I also hear footsteps stampede in my direction. I assume he's running towards me. I reach out somewhat aimlessly trying to find Mikey's body. I'm suddenly pulled into a gripping hug but I still can't fucking see what's going on. I'm so scared right now, all i see is darkness. Mikey repeatedly asks me what's wrong but I can't answer.

"I-I don't know what's happening, Mikey. I c-can't see anything and I'm scared and confused." I mange to choke out trying not to cry as much as I am. "Mikey what do I do, everything's so fucking dark." I bawled. I begin crying like a little child as I stand in front of him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can't think straight at all. I need to call Lindsey. Yeah, Lindsey can help.

Everything's quiet for a few moments. We just stand there until Mikey interrupts the silence with news I'm not willing to hear.

"I think." He pauses for a bit, probably fidgeting, deciding whether he should say it or not. "I-I think you're blind, Gerard." He chokes on his words. Fuck. My. Life.

Notes

aayyyyyy papi this is my first mcr fanfic so yeah
please rate if you liked it and i'll try to update as much as i can
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