The World Never Wanted Me •Frerard•

Nine: Can't Help Myself This Time

I am very upset.

yoUR MEMORY WILL CARRY OONN

Here you go.

My fiend Spencer says hi because I'm staying at his house. So, yeah.

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*(not too extreme) trigger and smut warning*

Chapter Nine

After I heard the last of Frank's steps, I scrambled to the bathroom, the bottles clutched in my fist.

My hands began to shake with anticipation at the thought of the instant bliss withheld in the orange bottles.

I thought back to Frank's words. He had said he would fix me.

"Good luck," I said, twisting open the caps and pouring out a handful of the small, red capsules. I stared at them momentarily, considering Frank's words. I shook it off and threw the pills in my mouth, swallowing them hastily.

I closed the bottles and threw them to my counter. As I exited the bathroom, I could feel the airy feeling already coming over me. I stumbled over to my bed and picked up my bag.

The lighter was still in my jeans. I pulled it out and examined it, taking in the beautiful sight. I fished around in my bag for my cigarettes and grabbed one from the pack.

My vision was becoming slightly blurred, but I felt so happy. It was like I was flying.

"Who needs a boyfriend?" I laughed.

"Well," I said back to myself, "they're good for kissing."

I laughed at myself and agreed. They were definitely good for that. I thought back to my first night with Frank and what we'd almost done. I giggled at the thought and lit my cigarette.

The taste of the cigarette and the affects of the pills mixed and caused an extremely relaxing feeling. I felt at home.

"Well, you are at home," I said to myself. "True, true."

I laughed and took a long drag. I really wanted coffee, but I didn't want to move. I decided to text someone.

I opened up a random person's tab and began typing out a message. I sent it and laid back on my bed. When I heard my phone buzz, I glanced down at it.

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From: Frank

Wait, what? Gerard, I just left...
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"Oh yeah...oops," I said.

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To: Frank

Plz baby I newd coffee I'll give u a kiss
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I sighed and put my phone down, hoping that I would get some coffee, and maybe even a kiss from Frank.

After about fifteen minutes, there was no response. I took another long drag from the cigarette and decided to get the coffee myself. I stood up and stumbled over to the steps. There was no railing to hold onto. By the third step, I was ready to give up. The sound of a door opening caused me to stumble and fall down the steps.

"Gerard?" Said a voice from the top of the steps. I turned to see Frank standing at the foot of my stairs with a small cup grasped in his hand. "You, uh, want the coffee?"

I smirked and walked over to my bed, gesturing for him to follow me. He set the coffee down on my side table and sat down on the mattress. I sat next to him and grabbed the coffee.

"Thanks," I said.

He nodded. "Gee...are you-"

"Hmm?" I said loudly.