The Kids From Yesterday

FRANK'S POV

~One Week Later~

Gerard lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His face was expressionless, his eyes empty of emotion. His hair was down to his jaw by now, and way greasy and messy. I sat next to him as i had every day this past week. Mikey had been dragged back to Ray's place with him. I had tried to convince Gerard to get up and come with us, but it was like talking to a wall. He completely ignored me.
Tomorrow was the funeral. Today I'd promised Gerard's mom to help convince Gerard to go clothes shopping for a suit. He had been like this ever since he found out his dad was dead. Deviod of any emotions, oblivious to his surroundings.
It terrified me.
It hurt to see him like this. I wanted my Gerard back.
I sighed and lay down, causing the bed to rock a little. It was okay with Mikey, because he was willing to try and cheer up, whereas Gerard ... I don't think he though he'd ever be happy again. I had tried everything to try to get him to he himself again. It just wasn't working.
"Y'know, Gerard..." I began hesitantly. "We need to go funeral shopping." I searched for some kind of response in his features, but there was none.
Suddenly i was angry.
"You know what? Forget it. You're just going to ignore me anyway. Like you have been for the last week." I looked for emotion in his face again. Still nothing. "Do you not care? Don't you care that you're not the only one who's hurting? Mikey has been going through this as well, you know. So has your mom. And you are not helping. At least Mikey is willing to get better!" I really was angry now.
Until I saw a single tear fall down Gerard's face.
And then he burst into sobs. Like the day he found out.
I felt my stomach twist in guilt. Oh, God, I've made Gerard cry. The most important person in my life, after his dad died.
I rolled over and hugged him, my eyes welling with guilt.
"Oh my god, Gerard Im so sorry," i said as i squeezed him tightly. He buried his face into my shoudler and cried. For a long, long time.

"It's not your fault." Gerard mumbled after he was all cried out. "I've been holding that back for a while." My heart wrenched a little.
I hugged him tightly again.

After apologizing numerous times, i convinced him to come with me. It was a slow day, but we found something. Whilst he was the changing room i heard him sniffling and knew he was crying again. I still felt terrible about this morning, and this just made it worse.
The whole time we were out he didn't talk unless i talked to him. And every time i smiled at him, the best he could manage was a small one that didn't reach his eyes.
I hated this.

Notes

Hiii
Sorry its so depressing.
I mentioned in a comment a few days ago about my nan dying. This is about that really, but slightly more exaggerated. You still get the picture.
So, yeah. Night killjoys. The next chapter will be the funeral.
(i know i skipped a line in the title, if i didn't it would have been too long)