Party Poison

Frankie's POV-

I woke up, to a massive headache and pain in my chest.
I let out a long groan, my eyes still shut, expecting to be somewhere on the streets as I'm homeless.
But whatever I was laying on was really comfortable....

I decided to open up my eyes, looking around in an unfamiliar room.
I was on a bed, around me were various posters of some of the bands I loved as well as comic books and drawings.
I suddenly grew panicked as I couldn't remember anything.

Whose house am I at?

What happened to me?

Why am I not on the streets?

What happened to my chest?

I felt my breathing hitch, and started choking on the air.
I felt the all too well known feeling of a panic attack arising.
I decided to take my chances on whoever's house this was and yelled out.

I groaned, this panic attack wasn't helping my chest pain and headache.
Someone opened the door, a man that was actually quite attractive, he had a mop of messy red hair on his head, and hazel brown eyes.
He rushed over to me, kneeling down next to me.

"Frank? Frank, what's wrong?!" He demanded, grabbing on of my hands.

Frank?!

Him doing this didn't help, I don't even know who he is!!

My breathing has now turned into fast gasping, my chest feeling like a massive weight, pushing me down, trying to stop me from breathing.
I abruptly shot up, and started uncontrollably, and violently vomiting all over myself, and the strangers bed.

The red haired man quickly ran out of the room, and came back 2 seconds later with a dark blue bucket and put it in front of me, and I continued puking my guts and insides in the bucket.

By this stage I was also bawling my eyes out, what with not knowing what the hell was going on and where I was, who this man was and what was happening to me.

The man was gently stroking my back.
I finally finished, and was still panting, I groaned as the chest pain came back, and collapsed back down, not caring I was still covered in vomit.
My face scrunched up as I let out ugly ass crying.

"Frankie, it's okay... What hurts?" The man that was calling me Frank said.
I gestured to my chest, my lip quivering.
"Frankie, we need to move you so I can clean you up, you're covered in vomit...."
He leant down and looked like he was going to pick me up, but I panicked and shook my head, vigorously.
"N-no, p-please... Don't touch m-me..." I whimpered between sobs.
He looked confused, "why, what's wrong?"
"I-i don't know w-who you are..." I choked out.
He looked half hurt and half shocked when I told him this.
"Wh-what...? It's me... It's Gerard." He said.
Gerard... It rings a bell but I don't remember...
I felt slightly faint, "I-I don't remember... I-I think I'm going to pass out, G-Gerard...."
"NO! No, Frank, stay awake, look at me." He said.
I struggled to keep my eyes fixed on him.
"I-I don't know how long I can do this...." I whispered, my eyes extremely heavy.

Suddenly the door burst open, and a tall, skinny guy with blonde hair and brown eyes came in.
His eyes widened at the sight.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED, GEE?" He demanded, rushing over to us.
Gerard looked up with red eyes, "h-he doesn't remember me..."

Gerard broke and started crying.
The guy sighed and kind of, practically picked up Gerard, keeping his arm around him.
"Shhh..." He muttered, carrying him out of the room.

About 1 minute later the guy returned, no sign of Gerard.

"Frank, we need to clean you up, it's okay, Gerard told me you don't remember anything. I'm not going to hurt you, promise."

I decided to trust him.

I slightly nodded, but the tiny gesture hurt.

I gave a pained look, and the guy carefully picked me up, I gasped at the fresh pain, and he carried me to his bathroom, gently sitting me on the toilet.

Notes

Sorry for not updating g guys, a lot of shit happened, forgive me??

ill try to update like I did before,at least once a week.

your feedback always benefits me cx