some random angst thing i wrote

The Bedroom.

It was around 2 am, Gerard waking up suddenly, gasping for air. He sat up, his eyes looking around the room, before resting on Frank. His thoughts were stirring, and they were too unbearable for him. He groaned, putting his head on his knees while he tugged on his dull red hair. It faded as the months went on, but Gerard didn't really bother to redye it. His hands trembled while Gerard felt himself pull strands of his hair out, letting out small grunts before suddenly pushing himself off the air mattress to stand up. He grabbed a few things; his phone, wallet, car keys, and a pack of cigarettes he hid in the closet of his room. He had a few extra packs in there just in case. His cigarette addiction was getting worse, and he was sure not to let anyone find out, unlike last time. He slipped on his black worn out boots, walking over to the door. He lifted his head to the sound of Frank shifting around on the air mattress, Gerard turning over to hear his small whines and grunts. It appeared that Frank was having a bad dream. Gerard stared at him, feeling deep down that he shouldn't leave. He let out a small hiss, feeling the tears stir. He couldn't, but he left anyway.