The Kids From Yesterday

FRANK'S POV

After a truly wonderful day, Gerard walked me home. As much as i wanted to let him stay with me like he wanted to, i knew i had to do some thinking. I can't avoid it forever.
I insisted that I was okay, and that today had cheered me up, and i watched him walking around the corner before i went inside. Our dogs were in the cage, as they always were when mom wasn't at home. I gave them some treats and let them out before going upstairs and lying on my bed. These past couple of days have been a rollercoaster of emotions. I really thought that today would keep me happy for a while, but the memories started to creep back from yesterday. The man that claimed to be my father and the disgusted look on his face when he saw Gerard. The way Gerard and my mom practically beat him. It wouldn't have been so bad if mom hadn't joined in. The hair pulling was just a little too much. I was depressed again. I knew I'd be feeling like this for a couple of hours at least. The two week depression periods were over. Now it was just hour long ones. I shut the curtains and turned off the lights, getting under the covers and lying there, staring up at the ceiling. Eventually i went to sleep. I dozed off knowing I'd lied to Gerard. I wasn't okay. I was ...empty. Yet sad at the same time.

Notes

Sorry it's so short *nervous laugh
Like painfully short. Im really tired. Anyway... You probably didnt enjoy it because its so damn depressing, but i hope you get to grips with how im trying to portray Frank a little better now. Until next time, killjoys.