You only hear the music when your heart begins to break

*Gerard's POV*

We'd been stuck here for the last hour and a half, and no one was talking.
Mikey and Frank were avoiding each other.. Frank flinching slightly if Mikey moved too fast, or too close.
Ray had gone outside to try and help Ronnie with the bus, and I was sat on the sofa, being blanked by everyone.
I don't blame them, of course. I'd blank me too.
They all said they love me, and that they wanted me around.. even Frank.. But they don't!.. They can't!
Why would they want a stupid, fat, ugly loser like me anywhere near them?
I have to think of a way to end this. It can't go on.
Pulling my cellphone from my pocket, I see that there's no signal.. Fucking fantastic.. No, wait.. It IS fantastic, cos it gives me a reason to leave the bus.
Glancing between Frankie, who was in the kitchen area, making himself a coffee, and Mikey, who was down by the bunks, doing God ONLY knows what, I took a deep breath then stood up and addressed the silence "I'm gonna go try and get a signal"
Neither of them answered me. They didn't even acknowledge that I'd spoken.. Fine, I'll just be going then.. Bye.
I walked to the door of the bus, and climbed down to the hot, cracked concrete road, that stretched off to the horizon, behind, and in front of us.
Ronnie and Ray both had their heads stuck under the hood, at the back of the bus, so I walked away to the front.. And I kept walking, till I could no longer see the bus behind me.
They probably didn't even realise I was gone, and if they did, they wouldn't care.
The sun was blisteringly hot, and there was no shade in sight.. What did I expect though?.. I WAS in a fucking desert!
I could feel sweat pouring down my face and back, and my knees were starting to shake a bit. I KNEW that I'd probably suffer from the DTs at some point, but I didn't think it would be this soon.. Maybe this was just from the heat?!
My head was pounding, and I was starting to feel sick. I didn't know how long I'd been walking, cos I forgot to check the time when I left.. Why did I leave anyway?.. Can't quite remember..
My hands are trembling, and feel like I just want to lay down and sleep.. Maybe over by that bush?
I stagger over to the small, dry plant, and drop to my knees in the dust.. Well fuck.. THIS was a brilliant plan..
I'm not sure what I'm doing out here. Where IS here?.. And where are the guys?.. Where's Frank? "Frankie?.." I croak out, my throat as dry as the desert sand around me ".. I'm sorry"
My head swam, my eyes blurred, and the ground shot up to meet my face.
I lay there on the hot desert floor, my lungs wheezing dry air, as I tried to recall just why I was in the desert in the first place.. Oh well, maybe I should just take a nap.. Yeah, that's a good idea.. I'll close my eyes, just for a little while.. Just a little...

Notes

Hi there chipmunks.. GeesCLUELESSgirl here again..
I just can't seem to give poor Gee a break, can I?..
Oh well, please comment..
And peace out
<3