Your eyes are vacant & stained (frerard)

GERARD’S P.O.V
When we reached my bedroom, my parents bundled in afterwards.
“Mr Iero! It’s nice to finally meet you,” They shook his hands, boldly and I sat there, awkwardly on my desk.
“How has Gerard been in school?” I feel myself stiffen, glancing at Frank and hoping he saw the worry in my eyes. I really prayed that he didn’t tell my parents that I wasn’t focusing, they’d shout at me, so badly. Frank’s gaze was fixed on me for a while, and I found it hard to think. His eyes then returned to my parents.
“Sorry,” Frank apologised for the delay in answer. “He has been doing very well… Especially in art!”
“Urgh, Gerard adores art,” Dad rolled his eyes. I felt a little offended, and Frank furrowed his eyebrows together.
“Yes, and it’s a good thing, because, he’s amazing at it. He has a real talent, shouldn’t you know that? Haven’t you been down in this basement and told him to show you his drawings?” Frank’s voice was firm, and it shocked me that he was being so protective over me.
“No,” Mum thought quickly. “We haven’t had the time,”
“You haven’t had the time to see your own son’s pride and joy?” Frank retorted. My parents were looking awfully irritated at Frank. Frank dropped the subject after it was just a deafening silence.
“Has he told you about his problems?” Dad countered. Now, that got me pissed off.
“Stop!” I interrupted. “Just stop it! If you want to talk about how my school life is going, why don’t you come down to my room for once and speak to me! You never speak to me! Both of you!”
The silence settled again.
“Mr Iero, would you like to stay for tea?” Mum switched the subject.
“Sure, thank you, madam.” Frank nodded.
“What do you like?” Mum proceeded to hold the conversation.
“I don’t mind… I will eat anything,” Frank chuckled, slightly. I sighed, loudly; it was like I was invisible. I started drawing, Frank noticed, I could feel his eyes burn holes into my back, seriously.
“Do you want tea, Mr Iero? It’s upstairs,” Mum announced. The tip of my pencil led snapped.
“I came here to tutor Gerard, madam and sir. I apologise.” Frank turned; therefore his back was facing my parents, and strode beside me. I heard my parents mutter,
“He sure likes Gerard,” then flounce out.
“Are you okay?” Frank’s arm wrapped around my shoulders. I smiled to myself, moving closer to him.
“I’m fine, now,” I muttered. Frank grinned and he was about to run his hands through my hair when he remembered. His cheeks went a light pink.
“Sorry,” He glanced at the floor.
- - -
We had finished dinner, and Frank was going. I decided to just nod to him, and then retreat to the basement, as my parents were going to fuss over the goodbyes, they usually did with all my tutoring, and liking Frank would just make it worse.
- - -
It was in the middle of the night when I felt a burning and knotting sensation in my chest, I repeatedly coughed, and it wouldn’t go away. I groaned, loudly, getting up from my bed and almost stumbling over some astray comics and CDS, and dragging my heavy body to the kitchen, upstairs. I got myself a glass of water; however, it still didn’t prevent the coughing. I rubbed my eyes, and prepared myself coffee, trying to be as quiet as possible as it was like 3am. I fumbled about in the cupboards, and found the item that would tell me what the fuck was up. I was ill. Well, duh. I shoved the machine back in its place, and yanked out a dozen medicines, I didn’t want to miss spending time with Frank… I waited, in the kitchen, for ages. But, it was the same, repeated cough, and horrible feeling in my chest. I felt light-headed; therefore, I lugged myself back to bed, coughing so hard it stung. I felt really dizzy, and from then on, everything was black as iron, and finally my eyes closed.
- - -
I woke up, my parents were downstairs, surprisingly.
“What do you want?” I croaked, my voice was awful, and my throat was hurting like anything.
“You’re ill, but we cannot stay off of work, but you cannot go to school.” They told me.
“How surprising, leaving me unattended yet again,” I spat, through my coughs.
“Just because you’re ill, doesn’t give you a right to be rude!” Dad hissed and they both stormed out. I whined to myself and Mikey’s figure appeared at the doorway.
“Go away, Mikes. I don’t want you to catch this. This is torture,” I spluttered, choking on my own breath.
“Get well soon, bro.” Mikey insisted to stay for a while, until school, and then scooted off.
- - -
I was bored stiff. It was midday, and it felt like my chest was about to explode. I decided to feed myself some more medicines and tablets, and then I headed for school. I didn’t care that my parents told me not too. I arrived there, sauntering to Frank’s door, and glanced in. He was smiling to the scholars, scribbling on the board, and boldly telling them. He had everyone’s attention and he was happy about it. Not once did I see his eyes follow to my empty desk. Not one. That’s when it hit me. He didn’t care about me. He didn’t care if I wasn’t there. It was obvious. My eyes filled with salty water, blurring my vision. I faded into the shadows, and miserably strolled home, the tears biting at my cheeks, causing my teeth to chatter. It wasn’t even cold. I was ill and heart-broken, what do you expect?
- - -
All day I remained in bed. I was strongly against violence, so I refused to trash up my room in annoyance at the fact Frank didn’t care. I forced myself to sit upright in my chair, although it made my head pound. My pulse was in my ears as I tugged my sketchbook on my desk, and began to draw furiously. And I wrote some song lyrics. Only a few sentences, that may be made into a master piece one day.
“Sometimes I think I’ll die alone,” I read out loud, my voice going squeaky. I scrambled to the kitchen, yet again, and warmed up some drink that was supposed to help your throat. It did, actually. I was able to speak, clearly, but the coughing or the aching or the headaches didn’t stop.
“It happens all the time, and I can’t help but think I’ll die alone,” I sang softly, my voice still pretty strong, a few coughs here and there.
“Oh screw music,” I stood up, then fell into the comfort of my cushions. I pulled my phone from my bedside table and rang Bob, knowing he would have his lunch break and would be with Ray.
“Gerard!” Bob and Ray shouted in sync. I smiled, at least someone still cares.
“Hey,” My voice sounded normal, excluding the high-pitched coughing.
“Dude, your coughing sounds awful,” Bob stated.
“Thanks, I am ill, you know.” I laughed, slightly. “Everyone’s ditched me, I’m alone, ill at my house,”
“Really? That’s bad!” I heard Bob tell Ray and Ray was extremely annoyed. Bob handed the phone to Ray.
“Hi, Gerard. I hope you get better soon! I hope you’re okay alone, just know I can always get my parents to come over if needed,”
“Thanks, mate… I don’t really need supervision, it just pisses me off at the fact they never care. I could pass out, like I almost did last night, and they would never know.” I explained.
“Yeah… Shit! Gotta go! BOB! The bell went a few minutes ago let’s get going!” And then the phone had a low beeping noise. I huffed to myself and smacked the phone on my bedside table again. I was going to anti-social until I feel better. I really didn’t want to go to school. Ha, how feelings change! I wanted to this morning, now I don’t… Because I know the truth. Well, what I thought was the truth.

Notes

a/n: sORRY ABOUT THE SADNESS, DONT WORRY IT WILL ALL GET BETTER NEXT CHAPTER,,, I THINK , , , , , ,


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