Gerard's p.o.v.

A few months later
So, I'm not exactly sure how I fell back into the arms of a bottle, but now I'm here, sitting alone at the bar. I take no interest in others anymore. The only person who ever talks to me anymore is Mikey, and he's in the hospital... who knew Ray was such a bad influence on him. He overdosed, I suppose you could say, on heroin, taking an almost lethal dose. I don't talk to my band mates much anymore. I stick to the back of the tour bus, and refrain from any contact. Mikey sometimes would force me to talk to Ray or Frank, but I didn't like it. I used to be so close with Frank, but ever since I started drinking... that night at the restaurant, things went to shit, and it's all my fault. I hate myself for driving my Frankie away from me...
I could feel cold eyes boring into the back of my head, and immediately knew who was standing behind me. "Is he awake?" I whispered. "Yeah, now get your worthless ass of that bar stool and come see him." I'm pretty sure Frankie hated me as well now... I mean I think the all hated me, including Mikey, no matter how much he pretends to care. They all just piss me off now because they pretend... they all pretend except for Frank. Nothing but the cold hard truth reflect in his unforgiving eyes. It made me feel sick... but it proved that Frank deserved respect. To me at least...
With a grunt I got to my feet to stagger after Frank. "How many drinks have you had." Frank hissed, pinching my nose, forcing me to open my mouth. My breath reeked of whisky and it caused Frank to shy away, "God damn it Gerard!" He never called me Gee anymore, no one did... not even Mikey... It was torture. I stalked unhappily after the shorter man and slid into the passengers seat of the car.
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Time Lapse
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We stood side by side in the hospital. Mikey had fallen asleep again by the time I got there, so I just kind of watched his features. He looked sort of... dare I say... peaceful... It was actually pretty nice... I felt a tight grasp around my hand, and saw shorter, tattooed fingers intertwining with mine... it'd been a while... he must be actually scared. This was comfortable... being here with him... my Frankie was mine for a few more moments. He leaned against me, and I almost smiled, until he jerked away when the door swung open. "Ray..." He said in a harsh tone. Neither of us were very pleased with Ray.
Ray flinched at Frank's tone. I could see it, so could Frankie. He ripped his fingers away from mine and glared at me. "Don't touch me." He hissed in my face, then he stormed out of the room. I stepped backwards and growled quietly. "I don't really think you have any right to be here, Ray." I whispered. He had a sad expression, but I didn't honestly care. He put Mikey in this position, it was his fault... or was it mine... everything is always my fault.
I shook my head and sat down. I closed my eyes, and I don't remember what happened next.

Notes

So I'm really unsure about writing in first person, I've never really done it before, so I don't know how high of quality that my writing will be, so I apologize in advanced for any crappy writing.