Sickness

“Ach-oo” I sneezed bringing a tissue up to my stuffed noise wiping away the snotty problem, oh fuck it’s only been a few hours into the day and I feel like I’ve been sick for a month, my body is trembled with the sudden cold air that seemed to enter from the little cracks on the wall, making me shiver on the sofa and as much as I felt cold the more sweat poured out of my body.

‘’Oh fuck” I said shaking as I brought my knees closer to my chest, feeling my lungs ache
with every little breath I took, Children don’t smoke …. Atleast not from a young age
.
“Man, are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital? You don’t look so good” Frank said as he wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, I nodded and sniffed making an awful sound while I pulled the blanket closer around my shaking body.

‘’It’-s i-t’s ok-ay, b-ad immune sy-stem” I stuttered out, my teeth chattering and the more I seem to try to take control of my body the more it seems to go against me.

I saw Frank raise an eyebrow at me and shook his head “Yea… bad immune system, if you get worse by tomorrow I’m dragging you down there” he said pointing at me.

I nodded, hey it’s the least I could do, If it wasn’t for him I would have been dead by now, my thoughts were soon interrupted by what seemed to be a breaking news broadcast, the reporter appeared on the flickering screen and started speaking.

“A Fifteen year old boy from Summit New Jersey, has been reported missing in the last twenty four hours, last time he was seen was at the Newark’s St, Patricks boarding school around the time of noon, heading back towards the boys dorm, some even said they saw him enter a van with some other friends, he goes by the name of Gerard Arthur Way-“

A photo of me was brought up on the tv, I’m in shock, “T-That’s me” I said to myself as the photo of me was shown all across the nation, Frank hummed and from the edge of my eyes I could see him nodding.

“People seem to care about you” he said, still staring at the t.v as it changed to my fucking parents, faking sadness and their cry.

“Please if anyone have seen my baby boy do tell him to come back” my mother ‘’sobbed out’’ to the camera, I shook my head in disbelief what a fucking bitch putting on that act.
“Well I’ll be uhm I’ll call them let them know you’re here and that you’re a little bit sick” Frank said while he stood up, stretching his body a bid, I quickly looked at him, oh god he cannot tell them I’m here, no I don’t want to go back not with them not to that school.

“No, don’t, I-I” I couldn’t find the right words, I cannot tell him that I want to stay here, this man doesn’t know me.

“hmm? How come? They want you to go back Gerard, don’t be a child now” he said as he made his way towards the landline, woah those things still exist, he grabbed the phone and started to dial the number, I quickly ran towards him and snatched the phone out of his hand;

“Frank, Please don’t they don’t want me, I don’t want to go back it’s all fake, if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be here begging you to not call that number”

He sighed and looked at me “Gerard, you know I can go to prison for keeping a missing person, let alone a minor” he said.

“I’ll get off your back, tomorrow I’ll leave, just please I need to trust you not to call them, I don’t want to go back, you don’t know what it’s like in that school.” I continued clutching the phone between my fingers.

“Gerard you don’t have to leave especially not with that cold of yours, but I seriously need to think about this, I cannot just let you go out there on your own, I can’t make you go back but I can’t keep a missing minor in my apartment” he said followed by a sigh as he stared down at his feet “Why don’t you want to go back?” he asked looking back up at me, his eyes pleading for me to answer him, my breathing stops in my throat as I stare at him, what I’d give to just simply caress his cheeks and run my fingers slowly over his lips.

“I-I” I stuttered again, my eyes cannot leave his as I tried to make out a sentence, my brain is not functioning right.

It feels like I have been staring at him for hours right now but it’s only been seconds, I tried to
regain focus again and started “My parents sent me away to that boarding school cause, I-I-“ again I stopped, I felt a wave of panic rush through my body what if he’s homophobic?!, what if I tell him that I’m gay and he beats me up, or worst kill me for being near him oh my god, my fingers tightened against the phone making the plastic cover crack around them, I start to look around in panic as I tried to make up lie.

“Because you’re?” he asked, taking a step closer to me which made me flinch backwards still holding onto the phone, fucking panic attacks.

“Because I did something they …. felt that… it was disapproving?” I questioned him while I looked around for something to just change the subject, but me being me and having the best luck upon the earth, the news broadcaster answered the question for me;

“Rumors has it the boy has ran away with his boyfriend who happen to be the same age as the young men, you know how teenagers are these days, their parents disapprove of something and they run away with their loved one, although there is no evidence that the eldest Way did indeed run away, his lover hasn’t been answering phone calls from the boys family nor way he at home when the cops went to check there”

Billie…. A photo of Billie was shown onto the screen followed by another one with both of us in a friendly pose just arms draped over each other’s shoulder, I had that photo glued to my mirror my mom must have given it to them to show it, I felt my heart drop in my chest while my eyes were glued to another pair of blue orbs staring back at me from the television.

“Oh… that explains” I heard Frankie say, in an instant I looked at him waiting for him to react the same way everyone reacted towards me when they found out I’m homosexual.

“Fucking homophobes” he continued as he marched towards the t.v while the new anchor was bashing on homosexuality and how teenagers aren’t sure about their sexuality cause apparently our sex drive is too high.

I stared at Frankie while he turned the television off and sighed “I understand what you’re going through kid, I’ve been there myself.” He finished with another sigh as he ran his hand through his hair “So, I’m guessing you’re parents sent you there cause you’re gay in hope of you to turn straight and bring home an overused cunt”

I nodded, finally realizing that I was still holding onto the phone, I placed it down on the receiver and walked towards him.

“You do-n’t seem sho-cked” I said stopping behind the couch, making sure not to get too close to the men since he found out I’m a queer now, I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.

“Shocked?” he chuckled and shook his head “That would make me a hypocrite sweetheart” he flashed me a toothy grin and I swear his words caught me off guard, he’s gay… he’s fucking gay just like me and he’s so fucking gorgeous Gerard just stop.

“Oh” is all I could say as I quickly took a seat on the couch, butterflies flying all over my stomach.

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