I'll kiss your lips again (Frerard)

Chapter 3

I wake up on the cold floor I had fallen on, with aching limbs and a dull ache consuming my head. I groan, my eyes adjusting to the bright hallway lights, and try to move my arm, and fail when I feel pain shoot through me.

When I finally get up, I gather my things which have been emptied on the floor and shove them into my bag.
Then I limp into the toilets and rush to the mirror to examine myself.

My face looks okay, except for my left eye being red and swollen, and a blue patch on my neck which looks roughly like a hickey. The worst damage is under my shirt, and when I lift it I gasp loudly. There are bruises all down my chest and stomach, overlapping each other and mixing into ugly colours. I think one of my ribs might be broken, or at least bruised, and I sigh. How many injuries will I have to hide from my friends? The only thing I should be worried about is my red eye. I'll make sure no one notices and everything will be fine.

When I've limped to my classroom I sit down, slightly wincing at the contact with my rib.

I try not to show it. I have maths which I'm fucking terrible at, and I've not done the homework. My time is spent fiddling with my fingers, and trying to block out whispers behind me who are passing on rumors about me.

Kids are snickering at me when I turn around, so I curl up and pull my hoody around me, willing the lesson to end.
My mind is whirling from the events of today and like usual I cannot concentrate on the maths. I imagine Ray and Patrick would sigh at me and tell me I'm a failure.

At the end of the lesson I proceed to run out the classroom as quickly as possible but I'm stopped by a searing pain in my rib and a shout from Mrs Williams.

"Iero, this is the last time." she barks.
"You have detention after school tomorrow and someone will tutor you in maths from now on."
"What?" I exclaim.
"No..." I whine dejectedly. I swear this day cannot get worse.
"I don't care, Iero."
"But-"

"I don't want to hear it. You may leave now."
"Who is it? Who's tutoring me then?" I say, vainly hoping it might be my friend Andy, who's two grades above me.

"It won't be a student, definitely. I know how troublesome you are." she says with an evil glint in her eye.

I give her my death glare and storm out the room, the door closing loudly behind me, a scowl on my face. Cold wind hits my skin as I go outside, and I pull my hood up and clumsily grab my smokes out my pocket. I light one and feel the rough substance burn my throat, not caring and letting it spread around me. I blow delicate smoke rings, then step back and chuckle at my art, fading into the gray air.

Through the smoke I glimpse the figures of Ray, Ryan and Patrick coming towards me.
"Hey, Iero!" a voice says and another joins in.
"Hey, wanna come with us?" It's Bob Bryar, a prick who sells drugs.

"What?"
"Come, come with us, we got cannabis..."
My eyes widen at Ray.
"Sweet! You got yourself some good stuff there, do I smell weed on you?" I laugh.
"Yep."
"Well look, I'm busy but I'll buy some off you."
"Frank..."
"Please, anything, I need an escape, I'll do anything."

"Anything?" he says with a smirk on his face.
"Well...I..."
"What you got?" he demands.
"Forty dollars and two packs of smokes." I admit reluctantly.
"Forty?"
"Yes."

Bob smiles maniacally and throws me a wink.
"I'll take all of it, and you're getting something you'll just love in return."
I grin.
Now we're talking. Finally, something's going to plan.
I hand it over and get a bag of white powder and some light pink pills. I smile widely and run off.

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I get to the park first, not actually wanting to spend time with my so-called friends, but wanting to spend time alone instead.
There's an empty bench and it's raining so the whole place is empty. So I sit there and lay my sketchbook and my pills on the dark wooden slats of the bench.

After popping a pill down my dry throat I take a pencil from my pocket and begin to draw.
And for a while it's okay. For a while I draw the cloudy skyline, with the thunder in the background. For a while my ears are filled with the comforting sound of rain and small, round droplets fall on the page, smudging some of the gray pencil. I'm mesmerised by the way the clear droplets reflect the light and then sink into the page, disappearing. It also ruins my art. But hey, it looks a artistic.

But soon the drugs kick in, and I really wish I hadn't taken them. It must be fucking LSD or some strong shit because I begin to hallucinate and the world spins around me.

"I'm so happy!" I exclaim, while turning round in circles with outstretched arms.

When I get dizzy enough I collapse onto the brightly coloured tarmac and laugh. and then cry, and then black out, and drift in and out of consciousness until I get home and crash in my room.

And that's the end of that chapter guys. Frank will meet Gerard next chapter so don't worry.
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