Mute

Frank's pov*

"Thank you," Gerard whispered before walking away.
I must be hallucinating. Gerard talked to me. HE. TALKED! Well, technically, it was a whisper, but he used words to communicate with me. No one has heard Gerard speak for years, and I'm the first person he chose to talk to. Holy. Fuck.
I sit on the ground for another moment, watching him walk away.
Finally, after about a minute, I hurry to class.
"Frank, try to be on time next class, okay?" the teacher asks kindly as I enter. I nod.
As I make way to my seat, I notice that Gerard isn't there.
I raise my hand to ask to use the restroom.
"Frank?" the teacher calls on me.
"Can I use the bathroom?" I ask.
"No. You should've done that while you were out fooling around in the hall," she scowls.
I groan. God, I hope Gerard's just running late.
Finally, the bell rings, setting us free for a small break.
I hurry down the halls in search of the defenseless mute.
I search for several minutes to no avail. No sign of Gerard.
I go to my locker and grab my binders.
A light banging snaps me back to reality as I think about the whereabouts of Gerard.
The banging is accompanied by a soft whimpering. I recognize the whimper. It's Gerard.
He is in his locker. No doubt.
"Gerard?" I ask. There is an excited sounding squeal type noise.
Luckily, when Gerard got his combination, I was with him, so I can open his door.
"Thirty-five...," I spin the lock right. "Nineteen...," left. "Four...," right again.
I open the door, and Gerard comes falling out.
Instantly, I notice the cut on his head and that he's clearly been crying. God Damn, I nearly forgot that he's afraid of the dark. I mean its obvious. He's terrified alone in the dark, and the dark IS quite lonely.
"Come on, let's go to the bathroom," I say. He nods obediently.
In the bathroom, I clean up that awful cut, and dry his eyes.
"Who did this?" I question. He doesn't respond.
"Okaaaay... Back to silence," I mutter sarcastically.
He looks at me apologetically .
"Sorry...," I say hugging him. He flinches but doesn't pull away.
I pat his back as I hug him tightly.
"If they do it again, try to stand up for yourself," I instruct.
He gives me a sarcastic look. I know what he wants to say. 'Coming from you. You stand there and take it.'
"Okaaaay... Lets go to... Ummm... class....," I suggest.
He nods and leads the way.

Notes

Chapter by gay llama
Not too bad, right? I hope it's not that awful!
(sing song like)Frankie hugged Gee... Lalalalala