Can You Hear Me Cry Out To You?

Once I entered my house my mom greeted me and I greeted her back. I went inside my room and decided to play with the guitar I found when I was 11. I remember when I found it, it was under a bridge by a playground. For some reason I was really attracted to it and it felt like I was receiving a gift not really stealing. I told my mom about the guitar I found and she didn't question or anything.
I start to strum my guitar and played notes that sounded so different. They were long strums of G's and D's. I sort of just felt like strumming nothing else, didn't want to write a new song. I set down my guitar and realized that I barely know a lot of my childhood. From when I was 10 to present day, those are the memories I can remember. It's like someone decided to erase my memories or something, but sometimes I have these dreams about this kid named Gerald or something. I called him Gee or Geerad, I thought they were nice dreams and yes vampires do dream, we're not that different from humans.
"Gerard!" I heard yelling that wouldn't stop. It kept happening until I heard a different voice screaming back the name Mikey. Guessing that was who was yelling, it was pretty annoying and then they started to talk a little bit.
They're voices were annoying and I swear I couldn't concentrate. The thoughts of one of the dudes talking were very annoying. I couldn't leave his thoughts for some reason, my mind was so concentrated on his thoughts that I couldn't just stop listening. Everything was starting to get confusing between his thoughts and the conversation. Then the talk stopped and I let out a sigh in relief and so did the one with his loud thinking. I was so annoyed that I screamed, "God damn shut up!" Without realizing that he could've heard me.
I look out the window and saw him staring at my window. Forgetting what privacy was, both of us forgetting what privacy was. I saw him wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. Quickly, I turned around and felt this feeling of embarrassment? I shake it off and lay down on my bed. My eyes started to get heavy and I felt myself slowly drift off into sleep.
"Don't leave me Frankie!" I woke up from a scream.
"I'm not g-" I stop myself mid sentence and look at my surroundings.
"Frank?" My mom knocks on my door and then opens the door.
"Morning mom." I rub my eyes and smile at her. She smiles back and she gives me coffee.
"Did you have another on of those dreams again?"
"No, I just woke up from a scream." I point at the house across form us. Naturally, I decided to respond to that scream. Which makes me think about why I've been acting so weird but I let it all go.
"Okay, this all sounds so familiar." My mom chuckles and then there was a knock at the door. She leaves the room and then answers the door.
"Frankie?" I heard the familiar voice that belonged to, I guess, Mikey. I wanted to listen more to the conversation but my mom interrupts and tells me she's going in town with our neighbor, my mom gets along with neighbors a lot. She gives me a spare key and tells me that I should go out and do stuff for her. After she left, I listened back to the room but heard Morrissey playing.
I get up and decided to get ready for the day, maybe I'll check out the record store and later I'll head back home. I take a quick shower and put on a pair of black skinnies and a plain t-shirt. To top it all off I put on a Misfits sweater and drink all my coffee before I head out the door. While I'm walking I sense a very familiar presence, almost comforting? The feeling didn't leave but I tried to ignore it. I entered the record store and was greeted by a high school girl, she smiled and winked. I waved at her awkwardly and left her, she looked like she was going to say something but I avoided it. She pouted and I chuckled, I'm not into girls.
Since I remember that I had money I deiced to get The Cure album Boys Don't Cry. Before I was going to leave I spotted a Black Flag album and decided that maybe I should get it. I used to have one but it was borrowed by a friend and they never gave it back. "Asshole." I mumble to myself.
I took the two albums and went to the cashier.
"Did you find everything okay?" She asks.
"Yep other than an employee winking at me and making me uncomfortable, yeah everything was okay." I smile and she gives me a glare. I leave and start walking back home, didn't really know what to do.
As I'm making my way back home, I looked around to see if anyone was around.Turns out it was the newborn and it was funny because I noticed that he was wearing a Black Flag sweatshirt and a pair of grey skinnies. I find it funny because we both seem like we're wearing similar attire. Still staring at him I start wanting to look into his thoughts but that's when I reached my house. I walked into the driveway and parted ways with the guy. I never really analyzed his face to be honest. When I looked at him last night I looked quick and now I can't remember his face. But I can actually pick up a certain aura from him and it isn't that noticeable but it's one of those special ones.

Notes

Sorry for a short chapter but I swear I'm going to upload a lot over this weekend and also I'm gonna make a new fanfic and it's going to be really cool in my opinion so...expect a lot of stuff, yo comment, rate, and sterf yo..peace