Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

GERARD'S P.O.V
I awakened; Frank was still next to me.
"Hey, Frank..." I prodded his cheek.
"Hmmm..." Frank rumbled, his eyes flicking open. I noticed him regarding me up and down and I began to feel myself blush.
"Um," I bit my lip. Frank stood up, acting casual. Maybe I imagined it. I sighed to myself, coughing slightly.
"I'll stay with you today, as you're still ill," Frank explained.
"Thank you, Frank," I grinned. He cared for me. He proved me that he cared. "I just... You proved to me that you care, and I'm not going to waste my time laying here when I could be talking to you. I want to make the most of it, before you don't care about me anymore,"
Frank sat down beside me and cupped my cheek, staring at me in the eyes. Some emotion was showing... I just couldn't grasp what it was.
"I won't ever stop caring about you, Gerard," I focused on his soft lips that moved while he talked... Although, because we were really close, it was sort of obvious I was staring at his mouth.
"Are you staring at my lips?" Frank smirked. My cheeks went the darkest red they have ever gone.
"I just... Because you were close to m-me I couldn't take in all of your f-facial features, so..." I built up an excuse.
"Oh," Frank replied, I swear I saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes, I was surely thinking of things. I was ill; I couldn't trust my mind. Frank was my tutor. And he would never feel the same way. I cleared my throat, attempting to get rid of the lump in it.
"Talk to me," I broke the silence.
"After you've taken your medicine," Frank instructed, taking the bottles in his hands and giving them to me. My hands weren't numb anymore, therefore, I fed myself.
"What do you want to talk about?" Frank queried.
"You, your life," I snuggled up in my blankets, watching Frank who was sitting upright.
"Okay, um.. Well I'm sort of obsessed with dogs and playing guitar and stuff like that," Frank admitted.
"I know that," I poked his side with my foot. "Deeper stuff, Frank,"
"Hm... Well I'm in love," Frank stated, blushing. A kick of anger and jealousy shot through me, however, I ignored it, and decided it was best for me to take on how imaginative I could be. Imagining it was me.
"This guy... I'm crazy for him, you know. He's so nice, kind, smart, cute... Although, he's fragile. He doesn't think of himself highly and I want to help him. I know I can never be with him though. I'm not allowed. It's against all the laws and rules. It's funny, because I would die for him and he doesn't realise. I would do anything for him, even if it was to never talk to him again. I love him so much, it's driving me crazy - I can never have him... Ever. He won't love me, anyway." Frank finished.
"Of course he will," I dragged the covers next to him and squirmed underneath them. "Who wouldn't? You're amazing," I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his face or hear his answer, and I pretended I was sleeping already.
"Gerard," he sighed softly. "Thank you,"
I felt his fingers graze my face as he removed a long strand of hair from my eyes.
- - -
"Can I go out for a walk in the woods?" I questioned eager to get fresh air.
"Sure, I'll stay here," Frank smiled.
"Okay," I replied, striding out of the basement and outside. It was a dreary day, the fluffy clumps of fog covering all signs of sun. I was pacing around, approving the woods' beauty, when I heard the cracks and crunches of leaves and twigs. My heart race picked up, my palms went sweaty. Why didn't I make Frank come? I bit my lip as the noises became louder; soon, I saw who it was. Oh crap.
- - -
They chucked me in their white, unlabelled van in a sack, I could hardly breathe. I curled up, feeling tears prickling in my eyes. Why me? Jeremy's driving was horrendous, I soon felt light-headed. I had no idea where we were as Jeremy slammed on the brakes.
"Joe, get him out, I'll check if there is no one around," Jeremy boomed. I soon found myself being yanked out, light springing into the bag as Joe heaved me out from it. I ran a hand through my messy hair, rubbing my eyes. I scanned the area... It was a Cathedral. Why had they brought me here?
"Let's see..."
I dug inside my pocket and rapidly text Frank, one word, 'Cathedral'. Jeremy waited for the sky to go black. Joe waited for Jeremy's sign. I waited for Frank Iero.
- - -
I gave up hope. Frank wasn't coming as the sky went pitch black.
"Why are we here?" I questioned.
"It won't matter," Jeremy hissed. Oh, look, it's their horrible little gang of people.
"What do you want from me? I'll give you anything, just leave me alone. I know I'm useless but-"
"Shut up, what have you got on you, shrimp?" Jeremy spat. No way was I giving them my phone; therefore, I hid the device.
"Nothing but-"
"Then, we want you to do a little Jon for us," Jeremy gave me a fat-lipped smirk. "Go to the Cathedral bar over the bar, and get alcohol."
"What?! Why!?" I exclaimed. "No,"
The next thing I knew, I felt dizzy, my body felt numb. I was being beaten up, yet again.
"Okay," I wheezed, clutching my stomach. "I'll do it,"
"We'll be in the cathedral." They left. I hurried to the bar, getting some alcohol. I had money. I lied to them saying i had nothing... I placed my pained body on the seat, paying for the bottles and bottles of alcohol.
"Here! Try a sample!" The bartender pushed one of their drinks into my hands. What was the harm? I shoved the small bottle into my pocket. I smiled at them, then left, with the bottles. I stopped outside the cathedral.
"Where is it?" I heard Jeremy bellow, I handed them all the alcohol.
"This stuff is worth nothing!" Jeremy snapped, shoving me over. "Is your little tutor going to save you today?"
I grounded my teeth inside my mouth, my hands gripping on the cold stone behind me. Another punch was thrown at my face.
"Come in the cathedral when you want," Jeremy sniggered and left. I crawled up the cathedral steps, spitting out the blood.
"Someone save me," I whispered, violently, wondering where the hell Frank was. I collapsed on the steps, my breathing slowing. I couldn't pass out. Not here. Not now. I clutched my phone, ringing Frank. No answer. I lobbed my phone at the stairs, watching it snap into three pieces
"No one cares," I hugged my legs.
"Yes they do, I just didn't know what cathedral you were at," Frank's voice made me glance up, through my blurred vision from tears. His eyes took in the blood dripping from my lip, the rips in my jeans.
"I should've come out with you, I'm so sorry," Frank cradled me in his arms, pulling me close to his chest. "I'm so sorry, Gerard,"
"It's not your fault," I coughed, feeling the blood trickle from my mouth. "Do you actually care, Frank?" I asked my eyes half-closed.
"Yes, I care so much, stay with me," I felt Frank rush through different locations, and I was pulled into his car.
"GERARD!" Frank yelled as my eyes nearly shut. "Don't pass out, not yet, not now."
I tried my best to keep my eyes open, till we reached Frank's house. He kicked open the front door and hulled me in, treating my wounds. He fed me some medicines, and took my temperature.
"Don't tell my parents about this," I coughed. "They will make me move schools and I don't want to... Leave you,"
Frank stopped what he was doing, just to look up into my eyes that showed honesty.
"I understand," he murmured, and squeezed my hand. "Stay strong, Gerard. Stay awake for me,"
"They made me go and get alcohol for them and I didn't get the best ones," I told Frank, remembering the sample the bartender had given me. The temptation to try it was getting out of hand. I slipped it from my pocket and gulped it down, the tiny sample. It tasted sweet on my tongue, like candy.
"Gerard, no," Frank took the empty sample from my hands. "Don't get into that mess; you're worth more than that."
"I'm sorry," I grunted. "Frank," I managed to gasp out.
"Yes, anything for you?" Frank answered.
"Don't leave me," I whimpered.
"I won't," Frank paused. "I will never leave you."

Notes

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