5 Days of Rock bottomness

I'm Okay? (Day 4)

I'm sorry this took so long, it was a hard chapter to write and I hope I didn't screw it up too bad. I need feedback! This story is almost over and the next chapter could be the last. Tell me what you think!

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Frank's POV

        I awoke to Ray shaking me. I winced and clutched my head. It was light outside but that didn't mean much. It was probably really early.

        "Go away Ray, I'm tired and I have a hangover." I said as I rolled over.

        "Just get up Frank, and don't wake Gerard and Mikey up. We need to talk" This caught my attention. If he didn't want Gerard and Mikey to wake up, then it was probably something involving Gerard and something that Mikey didn't need to know yet. I pulled myself out of bed and followed him out the bus door where Bob was already waiting. I tried my best to push my headache to the back of my mind.

        "What's this about Ray?" I ask him, hoping that whatever Gerard did this time wasn't the worst thing ever.

        "Well, you know how Gerard was hiding something from us?"

        "What do you mean 'was'?! Did you figure something out?!" I asked excitedly. Bob also had a surprised expression on his face. Just then the bus door swung open to reveal a now very much awake Mikey, he was clinging to a stuffed unicorn.

        "Shit, well I guess you had to figure out sooner or later. Come on then." Ray told him. Mikey lowered his eyes to the ground and looked like he wasn't sure if he wanted to be part of this conversation but he stepped out of the bus anyway.

        "As I was saying, Me and Brian know what Gerard has been keeping from us." He started once Mikey had sat down on the curb.         "Please just try to stay calm when I tell you." That was mostly aimed at Mikey. "Gerard is... a drug addict." I felt my stomach drop and my heart stop for a moment. I looked over at Mikey and Bob to see there reactions and observed something similar to my own on Bob. Mikey on the other hand was completely strait faced.

        "Wow are you really okay with this Mikey?" I asked him in disbelief.

        "I kind of... already knew." He said with a little shake in his voice. "I was just hoping it wasn't true."

        "How the hell did you know?! I know you're related and stuff but he has hidden it so well!" Bob asked him with little regard for his fragile feelings.

        "There have been... incidents before." He replied, unsure of himself.

        "What do you mean?" He had a sullen look on his face, like he didn't really want to talk about it. Well to bad. This band tells each other everything or we will figure it out. "Come on Mikey, you know we'll force it out of you sooner or later." I hated talking to him like this.

        He sighed and slumped his shoulders. "When Gerard was going to art school and I was still in my last two years of high school, his depression was at its worst. Believe it or not, how he is now is an improvement." He paused. "We shared a really bad drug problem." There was a collective gasp.

        "You too Mikey?" Ray asked with a little disappointment showing in his voice.

        "Yes, me too." I could tell it was hard for him to talk about this.

        "He started first and never wanted to get me involved but one day when he was passed out on his dorm room couch I found his supply and I tried it and just like that I got hooked. He felt horrible for it but pretty much all we ever did after that was get hi and go drinking at parties. That's why he's so afraid of needles. He's injected so many things into his body and it has caused him so much psychological pain that whenever he sees a needle he freaks out."