Just Sleep

I had no intentions of going to school the next day, but my sweet mother dear made me go. My head was pounding and my face felt sore. I woke up laying on. My back because I couldn't lay on my stomach or sides. I'm pretty sure he broke or fractured a few ribs. I didn't bother saying good bye to anyone when I left. My mother and uncle were sleeping.

My body throbbed with every step I took on my way to school. I had never felt this bad before. Hopefully the pain medicine I took would kick in soon. I made sure that my hair stayed on my face, hiding my bruises. No one would care anyway, no one ever did. It was just better that way.

I was sitting in my class when I felt someone punch my back. I winced at the pain. A wave of shock and pain shot through my body and it made my eyes burn a little. I turned feriously to see who it was. Gerard.

"Woah, what the fuck happened?" He asked as he tilted his head to the side and his crimson hair sweepted across his angelic face...
i felt my face burn and my body started to shake. I turned away trying not to break my wall down.
"Frank." He said sternly, being serious. "What the hell happened to you?" He sounded concerned but wasn't vey convincing.
"Why do you even care? It's not like you would care. It's not like you want to care. Don't bother. No one here likes me, an I like it that way. So just... Just.. " I choked on my words. I sighed, "Just leave me alone." I said weakly.
He didn't say anything and left to go talk to the teacher. "Frank." I heard a voice say. "Go with Gerard, he's taking to the nurse."

We walked together and there was a silence that didn't feel right. Gerard eventually broke it.
"Are you going to tell me what happened? Or are we just not going to talk and let the silence continue? You're going to have tell me at some point Iero."
I cocked my head and looked straight into his glorious, hazel eyes. "Why do you even care?"
"Because, I feel guilty." He admitted. "I feel guilty for what I did yesterday, I don't know why I did it. I honestly don't know why." He sighed.
I stopped where I was. I felt my mouth drop down to the floor. "You what?"
He stopped, put his hands on his hips, and turned, "Now Iero, I don't repeat myself." He smirked and kept walking.
Gerard? Guilty? I doubted it. From the two days I've spent with him, he's been nothing but a complete ass to me, and now he feels guilty? It was unfathemable.

When we got to the nurse, she touched up my wounds properly. She made me sit and rest for a while. Gerard insisted he stayed and so he did. I didn't want him there. I made sure he felt it too. I laid on the uncomfortable bed and stared at the ceiling. I heard something fall out of Gerard's mouth but didn't quite exactly hear what he said.
"What?" I said agitatedly.
"How are your ribs?" He said trying to sound concered again. I felt the medicine finally kick in and sighed out of relief.
"I can't really feel them. I took medicine when I woke up." I said smiling. I felt dazed.
"Well they seem to be working." He said. I laughed. It was the medicine. I started to feel high.
"Hell fucking yeah!" I chuckled. He smiled and laughed at my ditziness
Frank, he doesn't really care about you. He's doing this for himself, not for your sake. I thought. I saw Gerard's head shoot up. He was staring right into my eyes. He shook his head and seemed like something pissed him off. Almost like he was hurt.

I was eventually let go and could return to class. I'd miss two periods and felt super numb. And apertenly very hungry.

At at lunch I are more than usual, which made me feel sick afterwards, but I didn't care. I felt someone sit across from me but didn't care who it was either. It was probably just someone who was trying to sit at the next table but it was too full. It happened a lot, and I didn't care, as long as they didn't talk to me. I was wrong. Obviously..

"How are you feeling?" He asked me. I'd lost the high point but still couldn't feel my ribs.
"I'm fine. I wish I could sleep. I think I'm gunna go home after lunch." I said. Gerard looked at me. He looked confused. I was confused myself. Why did he care so much? Why did he want to hang out with me? And it wasn't because he was feeling "guilty" but I knew something was up. I just wasn't going to dig.
"Yeah, you should really get some rest." He finally said. it bothered me that he felt like he had to care for me. I don't know why, it just didn't feel right..

When I got home early, I, carefully, plopped onto my bed. I fell asleep and knew I was going to feel better when I woke up.

"Frank, wake up." I heard a familiar voice but was too tired to tell who owned it. "Frank." I heard it say again.
"Wha..." I said waking to the voice. "Where am I? What's going on?" I asked.
"You're dreaming, Frank." The voice said.
"Who are you" I opened my eyes to his a figure with bright, electric, red hair.
The figure came closer, I could feel its lips curl upward as it spoke, "Your Worst Nightmare."

I woke up sweating and panting. I felt pain shoot through my body again. My good feeling left and it was time for another dose. I took it and went to play guitar until it kicked in. No one was home so I could play freely. I started playing the chords to the song I had written days before. "Just sleep." Iflinched at the thought. I stopped playing and laid back down. Why was it bothering me so goddamn much? I couldn't understand and slightly felt like I was going insane. I felt a kick and fell asleep, where I knew, I wasn't going to be bothered. Or so I thought.

Notes

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