Demoralized Prey

Song of the Chapter: Earned It –The Weeknd

The world is an infinite realm of betrayal and hopeful souls. No one sees past what’s right in front them. Maybe that’s why he and I ended in such sadness. I couldn’t see how he’d be effected, but he did. He knew it would only get worse. He’d be all alone. At school. At home.Deep down, where the light hides its fear, I think I did too. So why did I leave? Because I’m just like everyone else. I am so hopeful, I betray those I love. ‘Cus I can’t see past what is staring me in the face.

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“Gerard? Sweetheart, can you hear me baby?” A voice echoed.

“Maybe, he just can’t respond yet.” Another reasoned.

“Well, than what do we do? I don’t think he’s unconscious, but he might have a concussion or brain damage.” The first voice returned.

“I’m not sure…I’ve never seen him so still.” I recognized the second person as my brother.

“Not helping Michael.” It was female. Most likely mom.

No one spoke for what felt like a few seconds.

“Can I try something?” An unidentified third voice pitched in.

“Of course!” Mom reassured.

“Hey Gerard? It’s Frank. If you can hear me, blink 4 times.”

Blink. Yeah. Yeah, I can blink I did as instructed and I heard a wave of relief sighs. Then my body was embraced and squeezed a bit tight. I recognized that scent of Cherry Blossom and Kiwi conditioner. Ah Mikey, always a huger.

I regained some muscle strength after a few silent minutes. Mom had gone upstairs with Mikes for a minute. I assumed it was just Frank and I, but I wasn’t completely certain. I tried to speak, but my lips just moved slightly and my throat felt like a desert. Fortunately, I could open my eyes. I was looking up at a white painted ceiling brimmed with green walls. My back was stiff and uncomfortable. I could feel all my limbs and joints so I didn’t worry too much. Just as I started relaxing, a throat scratching cough escaped my diaphragm. Followed by an involuntary groan.

I heard footsteps coming closer to me. Soon enough I saw Frank’s small figure standing over me. He bent down beside me and put a hand on my forehead, like he was checking for a fever.

“Well, you don’t have a fever…” Lucky guess. “But I can see that you’re extremely dazed.”

That was quite accurate. He looked at me with a sympathetic smile. I knew he couldn’t be that mad. I tried to smile back, I don’t know how successful I was, but I think he got my objective.

“In case you’re wondering, I am still pissed off at you.” Spoke too soon. He paused. “But you like shit so I’ll hold off for a bit.”

I nodded in understanding. He looked down at his lap. I felt a cold silence falling around us. It took all the rest of my strength to do something I really needed to do. I reached up and rested my hand on his shoulder. He didn’t move his eyes. Then I raised it to his check and he hesitated to lean into it. In one swift movement, I brought his face to mine and pressed our lips together. He reacted immediately as we moved them in sync. His eyes were closed and I could see his thoughts through his expression. Mine were the same. Damn, I missed this.

Notes

*old lady stands in room and reads story*
Aww that's sweet..
*walks out grinning creepily*
Okay then.
Well, here we are
The End!
NO NO Just Joking
Though it wasn't funny
I just had to!
Comment what you're feeling
How you feel about where this is going
*miranda wink and smirk*
P.S Next chapter is in Frank's P.O.V
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-AToxicKilljoy