Like Driving Toward the Morning Sun || Frerard (COMPLETED)

Chapter 11- sick and tired.

We drank our coffee in slightly uncomfortable silence.

I don't know if Gerard minded- but I did.

I felt like I was being antisocial, or as if maybe he secretly hated me or something.

Maybe I'd freaked him out by counting.

That was a mistake.

I glanced at him.

He was looking into his half empty coffee mug, as if he was trying to see the future- except he was reading coffee instead of tea leafs.

Suddenly, his face cracked into a smile.

This confused me. He'd gone from looking like the most concentrated person on earth, to looking happy.

"Are you okay?" I asked him quietly, mentally cringing a little as my stupid voice broke the silence.

He nodded, making eye contact with me.

I felt a little uncomfortable and looked away.

I sensed him smirk and just kept looking down at my hands.

Time passed. Not much happened.

Then I went home.

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"How was math?" My father asked the moment I stepped indoors.

Oh yeah, I was meant to be doing math.

I forced a smile, "not bad.. I'm going again next week."

He nodded, "good. Good. Dedication."

I hurriedly agreed and went upstairs.

The Orb was visible 24/7 now, and even in daylight I could see its pale outline, glaring down at the planet it was gonna destroy.

I've said it a thousand times but it is kinda sad. Tragic, even. The great planet earth, home to about 8 billion human beings, meets its death when hit by a petty piece of off-orbit space rock.

I smiled to myself for no reason, then fell backwards on to my bed. Within a few minutes, I was sleeping.

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The room was dark and I could only hear mine and someone else's breathing. They were close to me- I could sense that- uncomfortably so. I could almost feel the warmth off their body radiating on to me. Almost. Not quite.

Eventually, the other spoke, as if continuing a conversation from a previous time. Their voice echoed a little as they spoke, harsh and cold, "I know what you think in the morning."

I try to look at the speaker, but couldn't see a thing.

The voice continued, "when the sun shines on the ground and shows what you have done. It shows where your mind has gone."

I tried to move but my whole body felt heavy, like the power of gravity had increased.

"And you swear to your parents," the voice said, getting louder, "that it will never happen again. I know what that means. I know."

One footstep echoed around the space and suddenly I felt hot breath on the side of my face as the voice dropped to a whisper, "that you all have guns. And you never put the safety on."

I tensed up and closed my eyes.

When I opened them, the speaker had vanished, and it was bright.

I was standing in an open space, which I now recognised as the school field.

Gerard was there. He looked sad.

I took a few steps towards him, but he always got further away.

I kept trying to get there until I cried out and the voice returned, loud and clear, "and you all have plans. To take it. Don't take it. Don't take it. Take it. Take it!"

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The words echoed in my head long after I woke up. It was haunting. And yet, it was comforting at the same time.

Don't take it.

The words could relate to many things in my life.

Don't take the 'advice' your shrink tried to give you.

Don't take the combination of drugs in the bathroom cabinet that I know will put me in hospital at the least or (hopefully) kill me.

Don't take bullshit from anyone.

I don't know.

It could mean anything.

And the voice.

The voice was so familiar- it sounded like home. It felt like home. It felt warm and comforting and like a hug. But I couldn't place who it belonged to.

I let the words haunt me until I slept again, where I didn't dream, although the echoes from the dream I'd had earlier still returned to haunt me.

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I feel like my life has no purpose anymore. And, in a lot of ways, it doesn't. I'm just staying alive to witness the end. I will never live to see how much the world evolves, because it will never evolve past this point- unless the unlikely event of the meteor not hitting us occurs. I'm never gonna see all the places I wanna see, I'm probably gonna die a virgin and I will never go to a Misfits concert. Hell, I will never go to any concerts. They've all been cancelled due to the inevitable end. I will never get all the tattoos I wanna get unless I go right now and get a fake ID and go force some guy to do it. But then, they would barely have healed by the time the meteor hits, so there's no point.

I called Gerard, bored.

He answered in about three rings.

"Hi?"

I half smiled. "Hey, I'm bored."

"Why are you bored?" He asked with a small sigh, and with this I pictured him flopping back awards on to his bed.

"Because I have nothing to do and no purpose to live."

There was quiet from his end of the line for a moment, before he mumbled, "you prove a strong point."

I sighed a little, sitting cross legged on my bedroom floor, "come over?"

"Give me five minutes." He said, and I could hear the smile on his voice, "I'll be right there."

And so my day instantly became more interesting, and I waited, still sat cross legged on the floor of my room. Waiting for Gerard. My friend Gerard who chose to spend time with me, of all the people on earth, in his last few days, he chooses to hang out with me.

I feel flattered, so smiled to myself.

And now I wait.

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Hey,

sorry if this chapter makes no sense I wrote it at about 1am when I couldn't sleep.

Also sorry it took so long to upload- I'm also writing another frerard fanfic called Rain, if you wanna read that..

~Admin