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I don't feel like I'm strong enough

5

Gerard's Pov
Frank seemed very awkward all during dinner. After he was done, I walked him to the door. "Are you sure you don't want a ride home? I can walk you?" I kept asking him but he just kept shaking his head no and thanked my mom for dinner. After he was gone, my brother emerged from the kitchen. "You totally like him, Gee." I shook my head no frantically, but could already feel my porcelain white cheeks heating up. "N-No." I looked at him and he was smirking at me. "Gee, you're a bad liar. I know you like him, but it's okay. He's pretty cute. If you don't ask him out, i might have to." I immediately felt protective over Frank, my 'anonymous' boy. "No, Mikey. Don't." I said then walked up the stairs to go to my room. When i got in my room, I grabbed my sketchbook and plopped down on my bed. I grabbed a pen and opened up to the drawing of the boy who looked like Frank. I started adding things to it to try to make it look different from him, but it just ended up looking more and more like him.

I sighed in frustration and threw my pen at the wall and closed my sketchbook. I pulled out my headphones and plugged them into my phone. I put on Therapy by All Time Low and closed my eyes.
As I listened to the song, I felt a strong connection to the words. I started to feel something I didn't feel before. I started to feel like this was all a lie. All of my happiness was a lie, and really..it was just me covering up my sadness. I felt like I had nothing to be excited for and that truly made me upset. I felt a few tears slip past my eyelids and roll down my cheeks.
I realized how sad i really was, and it made me depressed.

I didn't sleep that night. I just laid in bed and thought about my feelings, or lack thereof.


Frank's Pov
When I went home, my mother hadn't even noticed I was gone. I walked in the front door and she didn't even look up from the magazine she was reading.
I went straight up to my room and closed my door. I put on one of my favorite songs, Therapy by All Time Low. This was one of my favorite songs, because I went through a really hard period of depression. I tried tons of different therapists, but they all told me that nothing was wrong and it was just a phase. I think that's what hurt the most. It isn't a phase, it's a horrible thing that I had to go through.
Listening to Therapy always made me think deeper about everything on my mind, and right now, that was Gerard.

Notes

Credit goes to All Time Low for therapy.
Just a filler, sorry it sucks.
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-CrimsonChaos

Comments

awwww yessss updated! love this fic! :D x

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7/8/14

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Thank you for the comments guys :)

crimsonchaos crimsonchaos
6/19/14

This is perfect! :)

mindchemicals mindchemicals
6/19/14

More please!!!

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6/19/14

FALL HARDER AND FADTER

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