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Chapter 14- a cute little cup of cyanide

Hey,

When reading this chapter, try to guess which bit I wrote at 1am.  It's pretty obvious really...

~NewTraditions
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Amphetamine and barbiturate pills.

Red and blue.

He was grinning at me from where he was sat on the floor, a little clear bag with five remaining red tablets inside it lay on the floor but still within his reach. Another clear bag with 25 more blue pills sat on his desk.

I assumed he was high as shit, his pupils were huge and his eyes round like saucers. His grin was borderline manic and he couldn't seem to sit still, like a toddler.

If my mom only knew that this was the same guy who was in my bed less than 24 hours ago, she'd have definitely killed both Gerard and me.

I carefully sat next to him, sighing a bit. It was horrible to see him like this- I didn't even really understand why he'd do it. Overdosing on this stuff could kill him relatively easily, and that was the last thing I'd want to happen.

He smiled over at me and poked my cheek, then started giggling madly.

I didn't say anything and just waited for him to talk. Literally the only drug I'd ever had experience with was nicotine and that really doesn't do much at all.

"Would you like some?"

I glanced over at him, "no."

He huffed like an irritated four year old and looked at me, "please? It's fun.."

"No." I said quietly. It really hurt to see him this way, and still I couldn't get my head around it.

"But Frankie..."

"Gerard, why the fuck do you think this is okay?"

He looked very hurt and his bottom lip quivered.

I felt guilty and sighed, trying a different approach, "sorry... What makes it fun?"

He shrugged, now obviously annoyed with me. "It just is."

There was no point trying to talk to him when he was like this, so from then on I stayed quiet and just watched, not letting him take any more pills and eventually, he passed out.

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I stayed there for the entire night. It was too late to go back outside, so I had no other choice.

I was half asleep, sat leaning against the wall when he woke up and instantly fell off the bed, resulting in a huge thump and a loud "shit." from him.

I jerked awake and looked at him for a moment, trying not to laugh. "Morning."

He picked himself up slowly and looked at me sleepily for a moment, "when did you get here?"

"You called me last night."

"Fuck. Sorry."

"It's fine."

He sat next to me and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Why did you take them, Gee?"