Crash The Cemetery Gates

Gerard quickly snapped out of his dream-like trance when he heard footsteps approaching him. His body tensed in anticipation, and although he didn't want to turn around, curiosity soon got the better of him.

He felt a hand tap his shoulder and he relaxed slightly. It was only Mikey.

"Why are you up so early?" Mikey asked him, although Gerard sensed he already knew the answer. This wasn't the first time memories of 'the accident' had deprived him off much-needed sleep.

"Bad dream, nothing much though," he mumbled in reply, hoping that his brother would get the hint. Gerard didn't like to talk about his feelings, and he certainly didn't want to talk about this. Not now.

He just wasn't ready.

You won't ever be ready, and you know it, he heard someone say. He glanced around, trying to figure out where the noise had come from, and he realized that the voice inside his head had returned once again.

You just don't know when to quit do you? Gerard snapped at the voice, hoping that it would listen to him for once and go away, although, deep down, he knew it wouldn't.

After all, no-one could rid themselves of their own mind, could they?

No, no they couldn't.

Mikey clicked his fingers in Gerard's face, trying to grab his attention once more. He has totally forgotten about his brother, who had been standing there waiting for an answer the entire time. To be quite honest, he didn't even know what he was meant to be answering.

Couldn't he see that Gerard was busy arguing with his broken and scarred self?
Obviously not, he thought. Sighing, he trudged back up the stairs, where he spent the rest of the morning sat on his bed, with his headphones blasting in his ears. He didn't even bother to look at Mikey, who was shouting for him to come back and talk. Sometimes he wondered why Mikey even bothered.
*3 hours later*

Time seemed to drag on forever as his history teached moaned about one thing after another. Gerard wanted to be back home already, and he had only just arrived. Geez, Miss. Bennett sure knew how to bore a person to death.

I wonder if a person could actually die of boredom? he thought. I mean, like, just suddenly drop dead because they had literally nothing to do.

He doubted it. I mean, it had never happened before, had it? Why would it suddenly happen now?

I betcha nobody has a teacher as boring as Miss. Bennett, the voice said, appearing out of nowhere.For once, he appreciated it's presence. At least it had a sense of humor.

He giggled quietly to himself, but loud enough for his teacher to hear. When he looked up, he saw Miss. Bennett standing over him, glaring. It was one of those looks that teachers always gave.

The, oh-don't-look-so-suprised-your-about-to-be-in-deep-shit-and-you-know-it look.

Gerard sighed and looked down at the floor. This was going to be a long, painful day.

20 minutes later the bell rang to signal the end of class, and he was glad to be free from Miss. Bennett's beady little eyes, that seemed to be forever watching him.

His next class was art, and he walked briskly through the corridors to attempt to get there before the jocks arrived. If he wasn't quick enough, the jocks would take his special seat in the back corner. They really knew all his weaknesses.

Luckikly, he managed to save his seat at the back before they got to it, and Gerard pulled out his sketchbook and began to draw.

He was so lost in thought and concentration that he didn't notice the small boy standing behind him, glancing curiously at his paper. When he was finally aware of his presence, he snapped the sketchbook shut and tried to hide the drawings from the stranger.

He never showed anyone his art, not ever. To him, it was like handing them all his hopes and dreams, fears and weaknesses, but most of all, his deepest secrets. Things he would never tell anybody, not even Mikey, who was his favorite person in the world.

Well, apart from his mother. But she was never coming back.

"Excuse me...er, sir said i had to sit here?" the boy whispered. Now Gerard looked at him closely, he saw how beautiful the boy was. He had short, chocolatey hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. He was clearly a transfer student, because Gerard had never seen him before. He had a piercing on the left side of his lip, which he chewed nervously as he waited for a reply.
"Er, yeah sure sit down," he croacked. Usually he liked to be alone, and for others to leave him alone in return, but there was something about the chocolate-haired boy that made his heart skip a beat.

Eww, stop drooling over THAT, the voice sniggered in his ear, but he was too mesmorised in the boys beauty to take any notice of it.

"Hi, I'm Frankie." He held out a shaky hand.

"Gerard," he replied, shaking his outstretched hand. "But you can call me Gee."

His gaze locked on Frank and Frank stared back into his eyes.

He smiled for the first time in 14 months.

Notes

So this chapter is a bit longer, just because..Idk. I tried to write appreciated and it changed it to supergiants. Lol. I hope the ending is worth the long wait? Comment any stories you have from school when the teacher has given you the, oh-don't-look-so-suprised-your-about-to-be-in-deep-shit-and-you-know-it look xD bye, I❤UAll ~JayJay x