I carried his near weightless body through the entrance of St. Mary's hospital late that Friday night. I didn't mean to throw him that hard. Nurses rushed up to me, taking his lifeless body. They ordered me to go to the front nurses desk on the third floor. I instantly felt horrible for the first time in a long while when I realized that I was now heading into the ICU.

Hours past, doctors got information from me. I sat in the waiting room twiddling my thumbs for god knows how long.

Finally after what what felt like an eternity a nurse walked out and called, "Family of Frank... uhhh..." She looked at the paper. "Lero?" I rolled my eyes as she mispronounced his name. Walking over to her the smile on her face faltered just slightly.

I scowled at her. She immediately looked uncomfortable but kept a professional stature.

"Excuse me, sir, are you related to Mr. Lero?"

"Its pronounced Eye-Ear-Oh." I said in a monotone class of voice. Her cheeks flushed red and she quickly apologized. She explained that Frank had a major concussion, his left eye was crossed, and he'd most likely have a slight stutter.

I felt like shit. I needed to get better but it was impossible with my lifestyle.

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April 13th, 11:30 am. Before he got home.


It burned. Oh it burned so badly, but he craved it so hard that night. His arm stung from the heat of the liquid pills that were being injected into his blood stream. He hated needles, but got damn did he love the high. His eyes rolled back and his mouth went slack. A groan of pain and pleasure rolled from the back of his throat and out his lips. A whine slipped through as he removed the 16 gauge need from his elbow. A small dot of blood formed but as soon as he loosened the belt from around his bicep that's when it kicked in.

He layed back and let his mind go to fuzz. He knew it was bad, but that's what drove the need. All through the day of his birthday his friends met him at Gullivers Sports Bar first thing in the morning and spent nearly 1,500 dollars on cocaine and heroine pills. Sharing needles in the bathroom, snorting the white powder until his nose bled and his eyes were blown, they had gotten so fucked up that no one could move. The owner of the bar had to come in and tell them to leave. Gerard knew he had made a mistake that night, but he didn't nothing to stop his wanting of the harsh drug.

That's why he had been so snippy with Frank. His system was full of toxins invading his thoughts.

He wanted to be alone, but Frank wanted to be loved.

But at that moment in time, he didn't love Frank.

Notes

*harsh sobbing in background*

I'm actually writing this in ISD (In school detention) because I hate my classes and decide to skip. Any who's thank you for reading and I'm sorry this is so sad.