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Alternative Treatment?

Let Me Waste My Night With You

Gerard was polishing his pistol at this new hotel, and he was mumbling this song. I was laying on the bed, my head hanging from it, listening to every word he sang. It was interesting though. The first song he was mumbling went very smoothly and softly, with words like "stop and stare at the accidents and stars that bore ya..." and "...I'm okay, I'm okay...". He seemed all right until this one song escaped from his lips.

"Well you'll never find it...if you're looking for it..." Gerard sang it with so much emotion. I saw small tears fall from his cheeks. What I tried to do was scoot beside him, to comfort him and all, but he didn't let me. All he did was nudge me aside and throw his pistol in my direction.

"Gerard..?" I asked, quietly. He began to place bullets into this case, very neat and all, and ignored me. I said his name again, louder, hoping to get his upmost attention. "Gerard!"

Gee wiped his eyes. "What do you want, Frank?"

"I...I want to know what's wrong. I mean, about this Bert guy," I said, scratching my head.

"He's crazy," Gee's eyes widened real wide, and it nearly made me curl into a ball and hide. "I mean, he should've been in alternative treatment too. But his rich as fuck parents bailed him out."

"What'd he do?" I was getting sort of curious.

"A lot," Gerard sighed. "He did a lot."

At that moment, his eyes were so sad, I wanted to kiss him. All over. I didn't care if it were his lips, his face, his cheek, or anywhere else; I wanted to make him smile. But he didn't let me. He simply pushed me away, and grabbed his bottle of treatment.

"Open it for me, Frank," he said. "I just need some cheap scotch and this and I'll be fine."

There was a fridge in the hotel, and it had a lot of stuff, surprisingly. I took out some scotch for him, and put it in two glasses. Gerard wolfed one cup down, and another and another.

I barely sipped at my glass as I watched Gerard become stranger by the minute.

Notes

I haven't worked on this story in forever :c I hope I didn't make it too bad ._.

Comments

Gerard gets stranger by the minute? Wow! And I thought he was strange already! ;)
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WAS THAT A PEWDIEPIE REFERENCE???????? Love this story by the way! Cx

Killjoy21 Killjoy21
8/24/14

I question MY writing every day! I'm actually not sure if I should even bother carrying on writing, everyone else is SOOO much better than me at it.. you DEFINITELY included.
I really love this story, please never doubt you're writing skills
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keep going! I love this story

cryingovermcr cryingovermcr
8/24/14

Please continue!

DieWithUrMaskOn DieWithUrMaskOn
8/24/14