*Gerard’s POV*

“Not on purpose? How can you starve yourself by accident? Why didn’t you come to school?” Were the next few questions I asked when we reached the kitchen sans living room, and I looked around curiously. “Where are your parents?” I asked the last question slowly, hesitant to know the answer.
Frank ignored me completely, instead making a beeline for the fridge, an action that in retrospect I was quite content with.

“My parents,” He stated suddenly in a calm, almost disinterested tone, “are not around, as you can see.” He gestured wide at the empty house, seeming able to encompass its silence and nostalgia.

“Where are they?” I all but whispered.

“Well, ones six foot under and I don’t actually know where the other is.” He uttered the lines flippantly and casually took a sip of coffee.

Notes

I really don't know where I'm going with this. This is the last bit I have written, and I felt guilty about not updating. If anyone wants me to continue this story I need help. I don't want another ridiculous delay between chapters.
I may just have to discontinue, 'cos I've got nothing.