Mute

Frank's POV*

I wake up, the dim room slowly coming into focus. The sun is just barely up, so the world seems to still be dark. I sit up slowly, running a hand through my messy hair. I look around. Gee is in his bed, all the covers pulled over his head.
After a few minutes, I got up and went downstairs to get a drink.
When I went back up, I went to lay down, but stopped, realising there's something in my bed. I move to retrieve it. It's a slightly wrinkled piece of paper. It's folded in half. I unfold it and instantly recognize the handwriting. It's Gerard's.

Dear Frankie,
I know you probably hate me now, and I'm used to that, so don't worry, but I just wanted to say-
You protected me and didn't judge me. So thank you!
I know you won't understand, but I should have never spoken, and now, it's only a matter of time before they come for me. So I wanted to say goodbye, the only way I can. I won't be here much longer, cos either they'll get me, or you and your mom will send me back, either way, I'll be dead within a month.
So please, have a hood life and be happy... I love you! And I'm sorry for invading your perfect world.
G!x

So many questions race through my mind. Does he actually love me? What makes him think hate him now? Why the Hell would mom and I send him back?
I get out of bed, setting the note back onto the pillow. I creep toward his bed, careful not to wake him.
"Gee," I say quietly, as I lightly shake him. He groans as I pull the blanket off his face. His eyes wearily sweep over me, studying me.
"Gee," I nearly whisper. His eyes stay trained on me for maybe 30 seconds. Then, they dart away. I frown. "What's wrong? You know you can tell me!"
Nothing. His eyes stay cast over to the corner of the room. I sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I slowly hug him, my arms wrapping around his small frame." I love you," I whisper. He stays stiff as if I'm not there. I pull away, staring at him. It's like he doesn't care. I whimper quietly, and shake my head.
I get up and stomp to my bed. I crumple the note and whip it at the wall. I pull a blanket over my head, feeling a little hurt.

A FEW HOURS LATER:

It's lunch, and Gerard is still sitting in the room. He hasn't really acknowledged me. I eat silently at the table, blankly looking at my plate. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Gerard wander into the living room. He is sluggish and looks just as sad as I feel.
After eating, I go into the living room. Gee is sat on the couch, zoned out on the tv. He doesn't even look at me!
"Gerard, please talk to me!" I beg. He looks at me, but only for seconds. He then looks back at whatever he's watching.
"Fine. I'm going to bed," I drag my feet as I go up to my room. I decide to listen to music.
Soon, the only sound I hear is the edgy tune of a Misfits song, filling my bedroom. I lock the door, and sit on my bed, tears slipping down my cheeks.

Notes

Please comment and such. Thanks for reading. I hope it's "okay"... Bye...

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