A/N I’m sorry for the lack of updates, I’m just very, how one says, procrastinater-y, as of late. I’m checking out of school and I just want it-slash that-need it to be summer, and when it is summer I promise more updates-at that-better ones. Thank you for waiting. Switching things up with Frankie’s POV! Here ya go---
[Frank]
When I got there and barged through Gee’s unlocked front door I could hear clashing and clanging from down the hall-towards Gerard’s room. He was muttering to himself crazily. As I rushed down the hall I stopped at the bathroom, a whole punched into the bathroom door, a shaking Bethany on the other side. I opened it gently, and she immediately sprang to her feet, perhaps frightened, perhaps happy to see me, maybe both.
“Shh,” I told her, engulfing her into a full hug.
“F-frank, is he gunna be okay?” She whispered, still shaking in my arms as she tried to calm down. I pulled out of the hug so my hands rested on either of her frail shoulders and nodded, quite defiantly.
“He’s going to be just fine. I promise.” I looked toward the noise of an awful yell emitting itself from Gee’s direction, it caused Bethany to almost jump in shock and she begin to cry harder. I looked from her toward the hall and back to her.
“Stay here okay?”
She nodded in response and I ran to Gee’s doorway, but taking caution to not startle a shit-faced and likely high man. The sight was awful. His drawings, most now ripped or torn, littered the floor around his room. A plastic bag with little pills in it-not so many anymore-sat on his bed, and we was pacing, arms behind his head as he mumbled incoherently and bumped into his bed, then his desk, then his dresser, over and over again. I sighed and stepped in softly.
“Gee?” His head whipped around in a panic, his whole face sending me vibes of a mad man, but Gee was no mad man, he wasn’t insane. He was just sick, very very sick, and I hoped that he would get better being her alone with Beth, but so far, the luck was not such. (Is this proper grammar???)
“Get out!” He shrieked land pointed to the door. I held my hands up,
“I’m not going to hurt you Gee. It’s me, it’s Frank.” I told him, just trying to bring him down a little. After all I know perfectly well how Gee gets when he is like this, and I know I’m not letting my best friend die, not tonight, not as long as I live.
“Frank?” He asks, seeming to mull it over in his mind, like my name was a question and he had to answer. But he didn’t get the chance to answer because he collapsed on the floor, nearly smacking his head on the sharp edge of the desk.
“Shit.” I whispered, running my hands through my mess of hair. I heard faint foot steps behind me and turned to face a slightly less scared looking Bethany, but when she peered around me at the unconscious Gerard her face dropped and her hands twitched with fear. It was at the same time I noticed the twitching of her hands that I noticed the faded white lines that ran up and down both of the insides of her arms. I sighed inside myself, knowing very well a self-harmer can relapse just as a drug, or alcohol addict can. I shook my thoughts quickly and knelt down to check Gerard’s pulse, it was still and he had not hit his head hard.
“I don’t think we need to go to the hospital, so that’s good.” I told Beth, moving myself to grab Gee’s arms,
“Get his feet; we’ll lift him on the bed on three.” I told Beth, she shakily grabbed his ankles and helped me position Gee on his bed.
After putting a cold washcloth across his forehead, Beth and I sat cross legged on the floor in his bedroom, among the ripped and torn drawings. Beth was looking at them and trying to piece them together,
“He’s so, talented.” She told me. I nodded in agreement.
“So why does he turn to, um, all that stuff?” She nodded toward the bag that now sat as his desk so we could ask Gee about them later.
“He does sometimes, but he’s an addict, he was like this when I met him. I don’t know, Beth.” I sighed, thinking of when I found Gee passed out on campus and took him away before he was thrown out, or worse, arrested. She nodded and stared at him.
“You like him, don’t you?” I nudged her and she feigned repulse, quiet badly.
“What?! No way.” She shook her head and let out a small laugh.
“Liar.” I told her. She sighed and look at me,
“I know.”
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Demolition Lovers
Fanfiction*5 years ago* Bethany Lisa Wood sits in her last day of highschool-ever. She has no plans for her future. Only to get out of the godforsaken town she’d been calling home for the past 19 years of her life. She knew how she was supposed to be sad toda...
