The amount of pills I'm taking, counteracts the booze I'm drinking

Mikey~~~
why are the wall's in here so dull. i mean grey walls really? it's a hospital shouldn't they be trying to cheer people up instead of painting the wall such a depressing colour. whatever i'm getting out anyway and i will not be coming back. i realise now how much i hate this place it's lonely and horrible. i know i don't really have friends anyway but in here you feel like the silence is going to drive you crazy.
However one good thing has came out of this whole hospital experience. i have been convinced that my life is worth living and not being wasted in hospitals because of pathetic suicide attempts. Bob told me that. yes i think i made a friend. i was just laid in my bed thinking about how much i hate my live when a familiar voice made it's way closer to me. i opened my eyes to see Bob stood at my bedside looking down at me, i realised that he was the same guy from my classes at school, he's away got his hand up answering questions very confidently. Although i never see him with friends either.
he stood there staring down at me as if i was a monster or something, to say i've never talked to the kid he confidently asked me "what you doing here?" i was confused as to why he even cared but honestly it was a stupid question i was clearly on the ward which may as well been called, "all the crazy depressed kids who want to die" because evey one in here was exactly that. then it hit me, why was he here. before i answered his question i asked "why are you?" he raised an eyebrow before chuckling a little.
"i can guess it's not the same reason" was he mocking me?
"then why?" i asked
"i work here" he whispered almost as if he was ashamed, "i needed cash" he say with a smirk
it was only now that i realised he was wearing a name badge and one of the tags which let you in and out of some locked doors.
"oh" i said in an almost sigh "well then why did you ask why i was here, if you work here, you know why I'm here"
he chuckled again but i don't think he was being mean
"dude i only clean i'm not a doctor" he said with a smirk "i know what ward this is, however i don't know why your here do i?" he continued "i could guess but i thought i'd ask instead of skipping to conclusions"
i looked up at him confused, why was he even talking to me?
"don't tell me if you don't want" he said his smile fading "i only came over to make sure you was fine, i've seen you at school and you looked lonely, in fact I've been meaning to ask you something at school"
i took a deep breath, i bet this is where he asks if i'm an emo fag hits me then runs off or something
"what?" i ask in an arrogant tone
"where'd you get your iron maiden top from" he asked "I've seen you in it at school, it's cool i'd like one" i smiled as soon as the words left his lips and i used my hands on the bed to pull myself up so i was now sitting and looking at him properly
i giggle a little "ummm do you know where the market is?"
just as i started talking the doctor came up too me and told me that i could go home now and that i should ring my brother to pick me up
as soon as the doctor left Bob turned back to me and smiled
"well i'll let you pack your things, you can just tell me at school where its from or something" with that he walked off down the ward. yes i just made a friend.

it's been an hour since i rang Gerard to pick me up, what the hell it only takes 20 minutes to get here what is he doing. however as soon as the thoughts ran through my brain Gerard ran down the ward followed by frank walking behind him. oh that's what he was doing. i giggle to myself then my stomach churns a little, oh god mikey why would you even think of sick shit like that.
Gerard ran up to me hugging me tightly, so tight in fact i could hardly breath.
"Gerard" i said with what seemed like my last breath and he let go of me and looked in my eyes
"i'm sorry" i whispered weakly
"i'm sick of your sorry's mikey, i'm sorry, this is all my fault" the words stung my ears as they left Gerard mouth and tears started to form in my eyes, not only had i put him thought all this pain i had led him to believe this was his fault. i wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in for another hug as a tear rolled down my cheek
"Gerard, don't you dare blame yourself. this is NOT your fault" i whispered into his ear but put emphasis on the NOT
i looked up from Gerard's shoulder within the hug to see frank smiling down at us and when Gerard finally pealed away from me i looked at him with a cheeky smirk
"together again" and as soon as the word were realised into the open franks cheeks blushes a deep shade of red "shut up" Gerard whisper also feeling awkward at my comment
"common losers lets go" i say jokingly before thowing my bag at Gerard as if he was my slave and beginning to walk towards the exit to this horribe place.

Notes

i am so sorry if people were wanting updates. i don't think that many people are bothered thoug, i was going off of topic on this story so i decideed to start a new one (i wont let them hurt you, i promise) which i could concentrate on
comment if you want me to contiune this
if not i will contiune more with my other story