Gerard pov.




I anxiously await for the bell to ring, again. Ugh, half an hour left. It's not exactly something that I'm unfamiliar with. It seems like ever since I've had something to look forward to (a.k.a Frank), I've been wanting to get out of here more. Well, I mean I still wanted to get the fuck out of here when people were ignoring me, but I guess having somewhere to be with someone just makes it better. Thats not the only thing thats been uh...'regular' though. I've also been hearing voices more. Specifically when I think of Frank though, only when he's gone. When he's around, its like he has the power to make them disappear. Its weird, its like they don't want me to make friends, to be happy, to want to even live. Its like their whole purpose is to break me down. Well, knowing the things they say, that sure as hell seems like what they're doing. I finally get to be happy and they try and take that away. What a lovely life I have.

All of a sudden, an ear piercing shriek sounds, my heart now pounding and my ears threatening to bleed. I cover my ears, wincing from the pain of my now throbbing forehead. Stupid migraines. I used to get migraines all the time, back in sixth grade. Ah, sixth grade. I remember back then. I had my best friend Zacky always by my side, and we did every thing together. Shortly after I met him I remember the same thing happened, I started hearing voices. But this time it was different, it was my first time hearing them. I remember laying in my bed, a pool of sweat surrounding me on night as I heard them whisper to me over and over again. It was absolutely terrifying. I thought I was going insane. It all changed though, when I met Dominic. He told me things, like how to cheat on tests and how to get away with stealing the cookies from the middle school cafeteria. Harmless and childish things like that. Then, it started getting worse though. He told me how to make people hurt without even touching them. He kept telling me I needed to not pay attention to Zacky anymore, that he was the only friend I needed. At first, I didn't believe him, he was just telling me those things. But then, he just became so goddamn persuasive, that I gave in. I didn't even have to let go of Zacky though, he came to me. He told me I was acting 'different' that I wasnt who I used to be. He let me go, and that made me mad. I was supposed to let him go. Not the other way around. Later that night, Zacky was found dead in his bedroom. I remember being slightly shocked at the news, but overall not caring too much. That night, Dominic walked into my bedroom, and told me the news. Told me about how he killed Zacky, and I wasn't sure what to think. I guess all i really needed was Dominic. Thats why I can't let the voices take over now. I can't lose Frank like I did Zacky, no, Frank's just too...Frank. I need him.

The pain continues in my forehead, and I look around the room for any sign that anyone else is hearing this excruciatingly painful shriek. I look all around. Everyone seems to be unfazed.
"The fuck..?" I whisper, confused as hell.
Everyone is sitting in their seats nonchalantly as if nothing is happening. I'm still covering my ears and theres little trickles of sweat on my forehead. I take my index finger and bring it up to my forehead, wiping away the little beads of saltiness.
"Gerard." Hushed voices repeat my name over and over again. They get closer and closer and closer and with every second and millisecond that ticks by, my heartbeat increases. They seem to trap me in their cage of words, no exit available.
"Don't be around him."
"You don't want him to end up like Zacky, do you?"
"Hes a fool."
I know they're talking about Frank. I mean, I guess its not that hard though, considering he's my only friend.
"Please stop." I whimper, keeping my eyes closed. I don't want to see them if I open my eyes.

After what seems like forever, or just the longest half an hour of my life, the bell finally rings allowing me to leave from this hell. The only problem is, I have to go home first. I don't go over to Frank's until 6. I guess I'll just have to deal with theses goddamn voices for the next three hours.



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I look at my clock, for about the fourth time in the past hour. Shit, its 6. How did I lose track of time? I just looked at the clock! I grab my converse and slip them over my black socks quickly. I then grab my overnight bag that I'd packed hours ago and head out.

His house is only about five minutes away, but thats driving distance and I'm walking. So, it'll probably take me around ten minutes to walk there. Damn. I pull out my phone, getting ready to text him when I see new messages that I haven't read yet. Then why do they say I read them?
"Because I read them." A voice from behind me says. Not now Dominic. I turn around and see his sharp featured face staring back at me.
"Why did you read my messages?" I question him, hoping not to sound too demanding to anger him.
"Because, I felt as if you didn't need to read those." He says, glaring at me.
"O-ok." I stutter, looking at the ground.
"Good, now you of have fun at your..friends house." He says smirking.
"Ok." I manage to spit out again. He smiles and twirls my hair in between his fingers before leaving. Thank god he's gone. I continue my cold walk to Franks house, thankful that Dominic hopefully won't be coming too.



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I knock on the door nervously, its much different when you come to the persons house yourself versus when they're there. I don't like it, and my anxiety rises in my stomach. I really hope his mom doesn't answer. GOD that would be the worst. Ok Gerard, stop thinking about all of the things your scared of happening. I tell myself and attempt to calm myself down.

I hear the lock on the other side of the door click, and my heart automatically starts pounding furiously.
"Hey." A happy voice says, and its deep enough that I can tell its Franks...thankfully.
"Hey." I say back, a smile taking over my once nervous face. He motions with his hands for me to come in and I happily oblige, following him up the stairs.
"What do you want to do?" He asks, and I know what he's aiming at. I give him face, similar to the one of a mother scolding her child and we both laugh.
"Yea..youre right we should do that later." He smiles and I nod. He suddenly gets up and sit leaves the room. Just leaves.
"Frank?" I call after him and follow him to where he went. I follow him into a room and he holds up a huge box full of CD's.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure!" I say excitedly.
"Ok, theres..'The Shining."
"Boring."
"Texas Chainsaw Massacre?"
"Stupid."
"Saw?"
"Perfect." I say, and we both chuckle.
"Saw, really? You like Saw?" He asks jokingly.
"Yep. I've seen every movie." I boast, and he laughs.
"Without puking?"
"Uh huh." I say and he rolls his eyes.
"Good, I'm going to need someone to cover my eyes at the gross parts anyway. You'll be my hero won't you?" He says, laughing and I nod, laughing along with him.
"Why sure, your highness."

We get settled on the couch, and turn off the lights getting ready to see the gruesome scenes ahead of us.

Towards the end of the movie, Frank places his head on my shoulder as Lawrence starts to saw his leg off in an attempt to escape from the haunting room.
"Ah." He whimpers softly and I chuckle.
"Come on its just a guy sawing his foot off, its nothing." I joke and he buries his head in my shoulder further.
"I can hear the skin squishing under the saw." He groans. I place my hand on his head and he stiffens up a little before realizing again.
"Thanks."



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"Thats why I love Saw so much, its such a beautifully made and intricate movie. I love the plotline so much." I babble on. "Oh, and Lawrence is hot." I say, but realize my mistake right when the words leave my mouth. Shit, what if he's homophobic. Frank has a confused look on his face and I feel my heart stop.
"No way!" He shouts and I still feel my lifeless heart in my chest. "Adam is way hotter." He says and I whip my head around quickly.
"W-what?" I question in awe. "I thought you were like homophobic for a second." I say, trying to play it off cooly.
"Have you seen me?" He jokes. "Im gay as fuck."
I laugh a little and then he bursts into laughter too.


"So..when do you want to get into that other stuff?" He asks, curiously and I laugh.
"How about after we get something to eat." I say, shoving his shoulder a little jokingly.
"Sounds good." He says as his stomach growls. "Oh and you dont have to be the only one sharing stuff either...I have some fairly messed up things about me too that Ill tell you..if you want. I haven't told anyone and i know how much easier it is when someone else shares." He says, and I nod.
"Alright, lets get some food and maybe some chocolate because this is about to get emotional." I joke and we walk down the stairs.

Notes

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