Kids In The Dark

It's been four days since Zippy has been to school, and I'm starting to worry. I've made few friends since I met her, but I want her, not them. I called her cellphone several times and never got an answer. I decided to call my mom on the way home.
"Hey, Gerard, what's up?" She answers.
"Do you know where the Trevors live?" I ask.
"No, I don't."
"Okay. Love you." And I hung up. I called Frankie next
"Hey, Gee." He answers.
"Where does Zippy Trevors live?"
"Two blocks down from you in the big blue house. Why?"
"I'm worried. She hasn't been to school in three days." I say, weaving through people on the sidewalk. "I gotta go. Bye." I hung up, running down the street and passed my house. I made it to her house. He's right; it's huge. Three stories, at the least. I run up and ring the doorbell, waiting. Nothing. I press my ear to the door, hearing a light sobbing. I opened the door, since it was unlocked, to find Zippy lying on the floor.
"Zippy?" I asked.
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*Zippy POV*

"Zippy?" I hear above me. I glance up to see Gerard. "What happened?"
I put my head down sobbed louder, tears I didn't know I had running down my face. I hadn't moved from my spot on the floor, not even considering going to her funeral in an hour. Gerard eventually sat on the ground, placing my head in his lap.
"M-my mom." I cried.
"What happened to her?" He asked. I had told him, when we met, that my mom had cancer, and was on life support.
"She's g-gone."
He didn't say anything, just pulled out his phone and texted some people. When he had finished, he picked me up, carrying me to the couch in the living room. He layed down, spooning me. I sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt in seconds.
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*Gerard POV*

"I'll be right back." I told her, getting up. I found the kitchen and started fixing her a sandwich, when I heard the front door open.
"Gerard?" Frankie called. Bob, Ray, and Mikey found there way in here, confused looks on their faces.
"It's her mom. She died." I told them. I took a glass of water and her sandwich, heading back into the living room. I helped her to sit, giving her the water first.
I sat down and wrapped an arm around her. Mikey sat on the other side- he's good at comforting people.
"Whens the funeral?" Frank broke the silence.
"In forty five minutes." She said through a bite of sandwich. I told the boys to watch her, and headed up stairs, looking for her bedroom. When I found it, I began lookign for something for her to wear. It wasn't hard; in her closet was a long sleeved black lace dress. I found a pair of black flats, too. I also went into her bathroom and started heating up the curling iron and running her a warm bath. She'd be late, but at least she'd make it. I headed downstairs and took her hand, taking her upstairs to help her get ready.

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