Mute

frank's pov

The next morning, I wake up to music playing. Something feels... wrong.. I sit up, looking at Gerard's bed. It's empty.. And then I remember that I locked him out of our room.. I get out of bed, and walk out of the room, and down the stairs. Mom's sitting on the couch, crying.
"mom, what's wrong?" I ask, confused.
She sniffles and look at me. She barely whispers, "G-Gerard's.. gone, and.. and I don't know where he went. Police are l-looking for hi-him." she looks as sad as I feel, the second that I hear those words. Gerard's gone.

Three days goes by before Gerard is found. He's found in the lake, less than a mile away, dead. I stay strong, and don't cry when mom tells me the news. I can't cry in front of mom..
I sit in my room for days, doing nothing but thinking.. I loved him- really, I did.. But he's gone... Dead, and I never had a chance to explain exactly how I felt. I hurt and hate myself.. But I don't cry- not until the fourth day after his body's found. I'm thinkng and trying to keep myself from crying, but I can't and I completely break down.
I get out of my bed, and climb into his bed. I hold his pillow, tighter than I've ever held anything before, against my chest. I cry as I breath in his scent, trying to hold onto what's left of him for as long as I can. I wrap his blanket around me, crying harder.
"I wish this was a dream, Gee," I whisper, not caring that there's no one to hear my words."A horrible, horrible dream... B-but it's not, and you're gone... And I.. I love you," I sob, my body trembling. "Gee, come back.. Come back, Gee... P-please!"
I lie there, clinging to Gerard's things. I whisper things to the empty room, just wanting the wrods to just leave my thoughts. I just want all the things that I never said to be heard.. Heard by anyone and everyone who cares to listen..

I think back to the night before Gerard arrived.. I'd hated the thought of a random boy staying in my room... And now, looking back at it now, I hate the thought of that random boy leaving what was now our room...
I exhale, trying to steady my breaths, trying to calm down. I let out a final whimper and whisper the words I never wanted to say,"Goodbye, Gee."



the end....

Notes

sorry that it's short.. But at least you now know how frank feels and all that....
stay safe, all..

-gay llama