That night Mikey had to go home. He got a phone call and I saw him go pallid rushing out of my house quickly. I felt so alone and missed company. I couldn't do anything, listening to music and tv just gave me headaches most of the time now. So I just layed in bed staring at the hollowed book on my bookshelf thoughtlessly running my fingers all along my arm. I fell asleep before 9. Despite that I kept waking up at odd intervels feeling nauseous and throwing up. I just wanted my mom there to rub my back and coddle me, or Mikey or anyone, even my dad. But instead I was crying over the toilet wonderwing when it would all stop and I would feel okay again, when my body and my mind would just stop and I could feel good mentally and physically. It'd been awhile one or the other had always had problems but I didn't care anymore. I wanted to be fucking well and how I got there didn't matter to me.

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I had to walk to school the mile and a half or so and I felt faint the whole way, thanks mom I couldn't help but thinking multiple times. I didn't see Frank at all and didn't see Mikey till lunch. So I spent most of the day dealing with nosebleeds and nausea alone while getting sad looks from teachers, and condescending ones from students who I just wanted to scream at.
At lunch Mikey looked sad and grey. He didn't smile, or kiss me or tell me to eat. The first few times I asked what was wrong he just stared blankly into space before he abruptly told me.
"G...gerards" he choked out near tears. He was practically inaudible. "G...erards a......alcoholic.......a....a.....and h..hes been clean for a while but......hisgirlfriendbrokeupwithhimandhestartedtodrinkanddo
drugsagainand yesterday.......h...he tried to kill himself again....." He finished sobbing. I started patting his back absolutely petrified by this information. I would never have known, I just saw him as an artist, I'd seen some of it in his class and it looked pained but didn't most art?By this point everyone at the table was looking at us, not just because of the sobbing, they'd heard, they knew, I prayed to go they wouldn't know who Gerard was and assumed it was someone else. Mickey headed towards the bathroom alone leaving me to scrutiny. The kid with the afro who I'd learned was named Ray Toro sat down next to me telling everyone else to fuck off. They all looked away turning the gossip to something else as I thanked him.

Notes

Thank you all for reading I hope this chapter wasn't too horrible please tell me what you think I'll have more tonight or tomorrow thank you again (In sorry it's sad but I promise it'll be better next chapter)