It's Not Over

"Quinn wake the fuck up, and make me breakfast you blithering twat." My father boomed from the doorway. The door slammed harshly and I knew he was probably hungover.

"Fuuuuuuck" I groaned audibly. I didn't want to open my eyes, because I knew the light would hurt my head even worse. It felt as though my head was throbbing, almost like my brain was gonna burst through my skull. I peeled my eyes open only to be met with blinding sunlight straight to the eyes.

"Kill meeee." I grumbled again. I reached for the bottle of vodka, but soon realized that it was empty.

"I'd rather not. Trying to cure a hangover with drinking?" I heard a male voice snicker.

"Goddamn. Keep your voice down you ass." I spat at Gerard.

"Nahh" he said, just as loud.

"well then get me a fucking advil." I groaned, pulling a pillow over my head.

"Here." He mumbled, handing me the bottle of advil.

I looked curiously at him before taking the bottle. I didn't know ghosts could physically touch things.

I quickly dry swallowed a few of the pills before setting the bottle on my nightstand. I sat up and looked at Gerard. His pale body was facing mine and I could feel the disappointed vibes radiating off of his dead body.

"So. Why'd you do it?" He asked. Fuck.

"what do you mean?" I asked trying to play dumb.

"You know. Getting pissed drunk and high enough to touch the stars." He glared at me. There was no fooling this ghosty.

"I get that high everyday, but I just wanted to relax after the move." I lied smoothly. He nodded, I knew he didn't believe me, but he decided not to push it.

I quickly dismissed myself and got up to make food for the beast. I went downstairs, and saw my father sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee.

"So you were smoking inside?" He scowled.

"Yah." I mumbled, getting out a pan and eggs.

Suddenly I was yanked to the ground by my hair. He swiftly kicked me in the stomach before walking back to the table. I rolled over, groaning in pain and gasping for air. Why is he such and ass?

"You know what i've said about that." He spoke cooly.

I scoffed and threw the pan on the floor. "Cook your own food you ungrateful ass."

I let the dogs in, and marched up to my room. The pups trailed closely behind me, as I entered my room. I slammed the door before flopping onto my bed as and sighing audibly. Titan licked my hand, trying to make sure I was okay. He was a cutie.

"Its okay buddy, mommas okay." I cooed. He licked my face before flopping on the ground next to my bed.

Suddenly my room got colder, and the air felt heavier.

"Why do you let that ass treat you like that?" Gerard's pained voice asked, echoing through my silent room.

"Because, I cant fight back." I spat.

"I don't want him doing that to you. That little stunt you pulled last night worried me enough as is." He mumbled. Really? I worried him? Woah what? Why am I so concerned about that. He's dead!

"Whatever." I muttered, brushing his comment off.

"I need to smoke a bowl"

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