Diseased [Frerard] [Petekey]

Chapter 3

Gerard:

I was extremely upset. The only thing that possessed me to come out in this terrible, dangerous world was the fact that Mikey simply couldn't stand me anymore.

I didn't go anywhere that would risk my life. I just went to the Starbucks and sat at the table. I didn't even have money.

Why? Because I didn't have a job.

I just sat there. It was extremely late and the manager with a name tag that said "Beebo" came to ask me to leave due to closing. I apologized and left.

I walked to an adjacent park about half a mile away and sat at a bench. I watched the passing cars. A little shiver went down my spine everytime one of the death machines passed.

I stood to walk to a further park bench when I decided to try to go back to Mikey. I tapped someone on the shoulder who was in line for a snowcone.

"Hel-", I began.

"AHHHHH", he screeched.

He turned and fucking drop kicked me in the ankle, causing me to collapse on the ground in pain.

"I'm from Jersey fucker. Try me", the short dude challenged, holding his fists up in competition.

We lived in New Jersey. Most of us are from New Jersey you dim wad.

"I-I'm sorry I scared you, I just wanted dire-directions-s", I stuttered out.

That's when he started apologizing profusely and helping me up. I wasn't bleeding, but I felt the forming bruise on my ankle and flinched.

"Gerard!" my brother's familiar voice called.

"Oh thank God", I sighed and tried to get away from this violent little shit.

I limped away from him, only for my ankle to weaken and my legs to quiver before I fell into the dark haired boys arms again.

He clutched my ribs tight which hurt more, but it took my mind off my burning pain.

"What the fuck?" Mikey questioned when he got closer.

The short dude dropped me, seemingly on accident.

"Oh, hey Mikey", he greeted.

My ass hit the ground and without another word, Mikey rushed to my aid.

"What happened?" he asked.

I was extremely embarrassed to say. This is why I didn't fucking go outside. I was suddenly really angry at this dude who kicked me for no reason. All I did was tap your shoulder?

"Oh, nothing", I said from the ground. "Just chillin', that's all", I shrugged from my place on the ground.

Mikey dropped to his knees and gave me one of my hoodies. I shrugged it on with difficulty and Mikey helped me up.

"Do you know what happened to this meme fucker?" Mikey asked the short dude.

"Uh, yeah, I drop kicked him", he seemed embarrassed too. "Sorry dude".

"The fuck?" Mikey laughed slightly.

The anger welled up again. I swear I was seeing red right now. I was so annoyed and it mixed with the anger and confusion. Why did everyone suddenly get so hostile?

"How was your first day?" Mikey asked the short dude.

I wondered why they were conversing while I was in pain and just wanted to get home and get in the shower and go to bed.

I tuned out of their dumb conversation with their dumb mouths and thought about anything but my situation.

HOW COULD ME RUNNING AWAY EVER FIX THIS? I'M SO FUCKING DUMB.

When the asshole and my brother were done talking, Mikey scolded me whilst me walked home. I hung my head in shame but I'm secretly glad he came to look for me.

I love my brother so much.

We got back, and I did just as I said. Except, without the shower.

1) I don't like demon water.
2) I can't stand on my own.

So I just napped, and it was a good nap.