The World Never Wanted Me •Frerard•

Six: Oh Wouldn't It Be Lovely?

Hello again. Here's another chapter.

I don't know what else to say.

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Yeah.

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Chapter Six

"But Frankie!" Gerard whined at his once best friend. Two weeks prior, Gerard had been under the impression that they were in love and were getting married; now Frank wouldn't even talk to him.

Frank shook his head and pretended to zip his lips, running his finger across the part of his mouth.

Gerard didn't know why Frank was refusing to talk to him. The only thing that seemed odd to him was Frank's face seemed to have a fading red mark on it, and his eyes were extremely swollen, as if he had been crying.

Gerard reached out to give him a hug, but was met with Frank's hand pushing him back. Gerard whimpered, tears springing to his eyes. He took the drawing of Frank out from his pocket, casting the scribble to the ground near Frank's feet. He then ran away, leaving a lonely and saddened Frank in his wake.

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I woke up suddenly, realizing at once that I had a massive headache.

"Ugh."

I crawled out of bed, my side colliding with the carpet of my room. I groaned and sat up, attempting to summon the strength necessary for standing.

Though this was a normal occurrence for me, the headaches weren't usually this bad. I winced as I managed to pull myself up by clawing at my sheets. My head began pounding as I forced myself to stay standing.

I made my way to the stairs, dragging my feet and ignoring the sensation of the room spinning.

"Oh wouldn't it be lovely?" I murmured in a sing-song voice as I began climbing the stairs.

"Someone's head restin' on my knee..."

"Warm and tender as he could be...He'd take good care of me..."

I paused for a moment and did a few breathing exercises so as to not pass out.

"Oh, wouldn't it be lovely?" I finished between ragged breaths.

Apparently eating one granola bar a day is not sufficient. Oops.

I finally made it to the door at the top of the stairs, and pushed it open.

"Hey Gerard," came a voice from my left. I dizzily looked around to face my brother, who was standing in his pajamas in the bathroom doorway. His outfit consisted of an Anthrax t-shirt and batman pajama pants.

"Yeah?" I said whilst trying not to throw up.

"I was just saying 'hi.' How have you been?"

I gave him an odd look. "Good."

He nodded and walked past me, retreating to his room where I assumed he was doing homework.

I shrugged and walked into the kitchen, where to my surprise, my mother was standing.

"...it wasn't one of those things that almost blew me away," came a deep voice from the TV. I turned to see that my mother had been watching Dawn of the Dead without me.

I watched as my mother poured herself some coffee. "Can I have some?" I asked whilst watching the group of four enter the dreaded Monroeville Mall.

"Sure honey, want creamer?"

I scrunched up my nose and mimicked gagging. "Hell no."

"Watch your language," she scolded me. I shrugged and turned back to the TV.