It's Time

*Gerard's POV*

*Drip... drip.. drip.*
The sound of raindrops falling from the sky, ....wish I was one. Maybe I would die, from falling so high.
*Drip. drip.. drip...*
I kept listening to the rain on my way home, the park was about seven blocks from the unpopular park. So I guess it is kind of far... Not really far to me or Frankie.

When I came home soaking wet in my clothes. I now wish that I would've stayed outside, maybe I might have gotten hypothermia and then I could've died, from all the coldness. Yet again, I missed another chance to die.

I opened up the door to my home, slipped my shoes off and placed them in a small shoe rack, and closed thee door. Hopefully my shoes will be dry by later. The door eventually shut with a thud. Mikey whipped his head from watching cartoons on TV, to me. Drenched in water. He exclaimed, "Shit Gee... What happened to you?" I shrugged my shoulders, like every other time when he asks me a question like that. He sighed, I headed towards my room downstairs. "Wait! .... Lets get you cleaned up first, okay?" I faintly nodded my head.

While he was getting a warm shower ready for me, I was thinking about Frank..

Frankie....
I just left him there..
Cold.. alone.
A small Frankie, cold, alone, he probability doesn't even want to see me now. Like, never see me again.
I don't blame him. Every time I look in the mirror, I don't like what I see. If I don't like myself, he shouldn't like me either. Or love me, he'll just waste his time with me.
I'm the worst friend ever, am I right?

I decided to look for the pill bottles I gave Frank yesterday...
Now where did he put them?? Somewhere small like him, but that's obvious. Mikey? Yet again, another obvious answer. I still went towards Mikey though.
"Mikey?! Hey, did Frankie give you some pill bottles this morning? Or even yesterday?"

He replied with a simple. "Nope, he didn't Gee...." He hesitated before he started to speak again. "Why?? Why do you need them? Y-You had some not too long ago, just... like.. three hours ago.. You're only supposed to take them every five hours, you know that." I forgot, Mikey actually barged in on me once, while I was... um... overdosing on some medication. Some depression pills, and other stuff, I'd rather not say right now.

"Mikey, it was more than five hours ago. I know when I take my pills." He spoke sternly, "Gee, you don't always know. Plus, you stayed at the park with Frank for more than five hours? Wow, I thought it was only three. You guess when you take your medication, so it doesn't seem as bad as thirty minutes ago. 'Hey I need some more, yeah might as well take'em.' I wish that I had them, to torture ya Gee. Nahh, I wouldn't. But, even if I did have the pills, I would still not give them to you."

I sighed, Mikey won't even help his older brother.... Maybe he hates me, just as much, maybe even more, than I hate myself.
But then again, he's just trying to help me. Help his older brother... His one and only, older brother.

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated in a week, almost two.. But it would have been two weeks tomorrow.
Oh, and yet again, sorry it's short. I'll give you another short chapter in a little bit.
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