Keep Me Safe from Myself

**Gerard POV**

My eyes twitched open, glued to the ground. I was face down on the floor, my neck searing in pain. Remind me never to fall asleep like this again. I slowly forced myself into an upright position, stretching my neck out in the process. My head was throbbing softly. I blinked a few times, focusing my sight on the eerily quiet room in front of me. Well, half a room. Something yellow blocked my sight, wait. Yellow?

I tore the yellow paper off my forehead and scanned my eyes over the slip of paper. ‘Call me when you’re sober’

Call me when you’re sober

Fuck.

I groaned as I crumpled the paper in my hand, then tossed it across the room angrily. I face-palmed myself. You really fucked up this time. My subconscious sneered. Where would she have even gone? I asked myself, already knowing the answer.

I picked up my cell, noting the time on my home screen. 10:38. I surfed though my contacts, finding Hannah’s, and called.

I gave up after the fifth ‘Your call has been forwarded to…’ Of course, tell me to call you, and then don’t pick up. Seems legit. I scrolled through my contacts again. Surely he’d be up by now. I held down the number three speed dial, and sure enough, after three rings I got an answer.

“’Sup Gee?”

“Hey Frank. You seen Hannah around?”

“Nah, dude. Not since last night at least.” I heard giggling in the background, followed by Frank’s own laughter. “Blaze says Hi by the way.”

“Hi, anyways. Any idea where she might have gone?” I replied, annoyed. If she wasn’t there, where would she have gone?
I heard Frank’s breath hitch through the receiver, followed by a groan.

“Jesus fuck.. Look, I don’t know where she’s gone, dude. It’s not like there’s many places to go in this town anyways. Besides, you know this town far better than I do.”

“I know but-“

“OkYupYupGottaGoBye!” He rushed, quickly hanging up the phone.

I rolled my eyes, and threw my phone against the wall. It made a slight dent, but I couldn’t care less. I slowly stood up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing an apple from the fridge and biting hard into it. I was about to close the fridge when I noticed the one of the shelves was half empty. There were water bottles and some Ice Tea, but upon closer inspection there wasn’t a hint of green to be seen. All of her sugary poison was gone.

I stalked off to my room, to find it also missing certain items. Her make up, her bag, even the sharpies were gone. Wherever she’d gone, it looked like she planned to stay, for a while at least.

I stalked off back to the living room, picking up my phone from the opposite end of the rooms. Thank God it was still intact. I tried her phone again, but it still went to voicemail. I sighed and rolled my eyes, collapsing on the couch. I was greeted more alcohol that I’d failed to clean up from the night before. Fuck it, she’s not coming back, not for a while at least. So I did what I always do, and began to drown my sorrows in another bottle of alcohol. And another. And another.

I soon found myself tapping rapidly on my phone.

Where r u?
Where r u?
Hannah please
Come home
Come home
I need you
Miss you
Where the fuck are you
Damnit Hannh
Fuck you

Notes

So Now that I've started my new story, this will slow down and become more of a weekly thing, I'm sorry guys >.< For those of you who don't know, you can find my new story here It's a Frerard, set in prison :P It's good I promise! I know the chapters short, but you guys deserve an update :) And I know the text messages don't have extremely fucked up spelling, and I did that on purpose. Three Cheers For Spellcheck.

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-Hazel