The numbers never lie

Chapter 1

The porcelain bowl started to fade as my head slammed into the smooth tile of the bathroom floor. The echo of the impact surrounding me like a blanket as the sound bounced of the white walls, only intensifying the pain in my head. I felt as if my skull was being wrenched open In the purpose of getting to my brain to reveal my darkest secrets. Prying away just to get a taste of the concealed mysteries behind the shell.

The rotating room began to grow darker as my eyelids started to droop, dragging me into sleep. I almost surrendered, falling into the black abyss, But then something caught my eye. I screamed, wincing, as I bolted upright and quickly clambered toward the door. I siezed the cool metal of the doorknob, pulling on it vigorously.

"Help! Help! Oh my god, somebody help me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, gripping the door handle for dear life. I began to notice the dampness on my cheeks when the door wouldn't budge.

Well this is it, I reflected as I snapped my eyes shut and prepared for the worst, lungs burning as I gasped for air. My back was pressed firmly against the door, clutching the handle until my knuckles turned white. I've had a good life, I though, until I herd footsteps.

I saw a shimmer of hope as I quickly turned around and pounded on the door, yelling for help when it suddenly unlatched and threw me into the wall. I ran towards the blur of a leather jacket, feeling relieved that I was saved.

"Frank, what the fuck?!" Gerard asked me sternly as I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into my embrace, sobbing into his chest.

"Thank you Gee you saved my life! I-it-it was coming f-for me and I couldn't open the door-"
"Are you drunk again, Frank? What was coming for you?" Gerard questioned, cutting me off with a concerned expression as he pulled away from me and inspected the bathroom.

"NO!" I screamed as he began to step towards the shower.
"What!?" Gerard turned around, with a surprised look on his face that instantly transformed into Boredom.

"Over there." I pointed with a shaky finger and cowered in the corner.
Gerard rolled his eyes and took a step closer inspecting the bathtub.
"Be careful!" I warned as he crouched down and examined the sinister thing.
"Frank," Gerard turned around, his jaw set and anger displayed on his face.
"This... Is... A...FUCKING SHAMPOO BOTTLE!!!"

He shouted as he marched out of the room, chucking the shampoo bottle at my head.
"But...but it was coming for me and... And... The door..." I stammered, following him into the kitchen. "It...it wouldn't open I-"
"Your stoned!" Gerard shrieked, spinning around to face me.
"Did you twist the fucking handel, Frankie! I've told you a million fucking times you have to twist it, you can't just..."

Gerard rambled on and on as my headache resurfaced. I felt my dinner coming back up, propelling it onto the kitchen floor. Gerard retreated just in time to avoid the vomit, staring wide eyed at me and the puddle of chunder on the flawless wood planks.

He started toward his room, face emotionless.
"I'm going to bed." He stated, briskly walking down the hallway.
"Gee wait," I rushed after him
"Are you mad-" I was interrupted by a door being slammed in my face.
A tear silently ran down my cheek as I sat with my back to the door.

I hated it when Gerard way was mad at me.

Ok so this is like my first fic wooeee!
I might continue this if it works out well idk. Btw do people imagine shampoo bottles attacking them when their drunk? I'm sorry I thought it was funny. Anyway I have a lot of good ideas for this story so stay tuned!😊