The Ghost of You

Gerard's POV
I just sat on my bed. I did not cry I did not move. You know that feeling when you are in so much pain that you can't even cry?
I knew I should have been totally horrified, I mean my stuff flew around, something hit my dad and now he was unconscious. A puddle of blood started to form around his head. I should have been scared that he'd die. I should have called the paramedics. And I should have been run away screaming, cause my shit flew around and there was a noise that almost burst my head. But I couldn't think about that.
I looked at the man who almost raped me. He was my father once, he played soccer with me and Mikey. He cooked our favorite meal. He hold my mums hand when we went for a walk.
But this man was gone for so long. Now he was a monster. Alcohol killed his good sites and made the evil stronger.
I turned away, cause the sight was sickening. When I looked to the wall I saw that someone wrote on it. “Please, run away!” The red letters begged. The paint or was it blood(?) dripped and it looked like it came out of a horror movie.
The monster groaned. Fuck, he'd wake up. There was no other opportunity than doing what the words ordered.
With shaky hands I grabbed everything I could need, clothes, food, water, my iPod, a blanket and things like a thoothbrush.
Then I left the house. It was really weird, my father lie in there and could die and I knew I could never come back.
When I walked around the first corner the pain and fear hit me. My father tried to rape me and there was something in my room it protected me. But it wasn't real.
Suddenly breathing became hard, my whole body started to shake and I cried and screamed. My legs stopped carrying me and I fell.
My head were expected to hit the ground but it did not.
Instead of that I felt hands around my shoulder and under my knees. Someone was carrying me. I turned my head but I did not see anyone.
I starred back at the starless sky and blacked out.
I woke up after a long time. It felt like I had been sleeping for days. My head and the spots were my father touched me hurt. I felt terrible. My eyes were still closed and I smelled breakfast. When I opened them I saw a plate with egg and bacon and sausage and another one with bread roll, jam a cup of orange juice and one with cacao. There was a note next to it:
“Gerard ♥,
You can stay here. The room is already paid, if you are hungry just call the room service. Don't worry about money.
I know you are confused but I promise it'll make sense one day”

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