I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene.

***Gerards POV***

I walked downstairs in a haze. I didn't know how to feel about this, I didn't feel. It had come back. I sat down at the dinner table and rested my head on the table. The memories started to flow back, the hate, the sadness, the depression. I had tried to stop taking anti-depressants but I had been like this for a few days now. I can't go back to old ways, but I have to.
I opened the cupboard to see the pills, something I put away hoping never to be opened again. I help the package in my hands and opened it, removing one pill. I put it to the back of my throat and washed it back with water. I heard Hayley coming down so I threw the pack back into to cupboard. I became dizzy, I always do.

"Morning" she said, her voice was crackly from sleeping.

I didn't say anything back, my mouth wouldn't open. The world was spinning around me and I just stared at her. Her face filled with concern.

"I have to sit down" I said before rushing upstairs.

I got to the top of the stairs and ran to the bathroom. I threw up. All over the toilet seat. I then laid in it. I cried alone for what seemed like ages, but only a matter of seconds. Hayley had ran upstairs to see me, she took my head and held me in her hands. The tears just fell from there. I fell asleep in her arms.

***5 Hours later***

I woke up in bed. I can't remember anything. I looked at the time to see it was 2:43pm. I don't sleep for this long. I dragged myself outside of bed and felt like I was about to collapse. It felt like a hangover. A really bad hangover. I heard someone running up the stairs and looked over to see Hayley coming in.

"Go back to bed" She ordered me.

"What" I questioned.

"I don't know, But whatever it is, you need to sleep it off" She said as the laid me back down to sleep.

***Hayleys POV***

What is up with Gerard? He seemed to be pissed or have some sort of poisoning. He laid in bed and went back to sleep and I went back downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. I just wondered whats wrong with him? I have never worried about someone this much before. He means a lot to me and I can't deny it.

***2 hours later***

I heard footsteps upstairs again, A very tired Gerard come downstairs a sat himself down on a chair at the table. He kept groaning and I just looked at him trying to figure out what was wrong. "Gee" I said with a worry to my voice. He looked up at me.

"What" He groaned back

"Whats wrong" I asked

"I-I I have a cold" He said, I could tell he was lying.

I took a deep breath in and bit the side of my mouth and looked at him. What is he hiding?

I made him a coffee but he didn't touch it. I looked at him and rubbed his shoulder, he looked up with red puffy eyes. He was crying. I went over to him and gave him a hug from behind and told him everything was going to be okay.

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