The Pet -Frerard

Part 6

Gerard's Pov

It's been some hours since that guy in the park left me. What was his name. Frank? I think so. He was weird but for some reason I actually liked him. He was really nosey and had an awful way of trying to meet new people but he was cool. I wonder why he left so suddenly.

I haven't moved from my spot since he left. It is just so nice here. It is calm and isolated. For some reason nobody ever comes over to this part of the park. Maybe because you have to go through the trees to come reach it. Well, their loss. Anyways I prefer it being empty. I like drawing this place a lot.At different times of the day it looks like a whole new place. It also brings me inspration. I have drawn some of my favorite drawings here.

I've been waiting for this time to come. The sun is setting and it is the perfect time to make a new drawing. I opened my sketchbook and picked the pencil i had behind my ear and started sketching. The way the sun made everything look so orangish red. The shadows that laid back and were slowly fading away. Every second counted. I sped my drawing up. 

Before the sun was completely hidden behind the horizon I had finished. I looked at it with the dim light that remained from the sunset and nodded in aproval. It turned out to be nice. I closed the sketchbook and held it in my arms. I laid down on the grass and looked blankly on the sky that was becoming darker every second.

Life was becoming very hard these days. I failed in getting to the NY art school. That was awful. I was single as hell and still aging. My time to find someone was becoming less. But that was my smallest concern. I was sure I would die alone and unloved anyway. But let's not forget Grandma. I don't even like thinking about her. She brought hell to me when she left me. Everything was becoming worse and worse. It's like life hated me. I had started smoking a lot more heavily and I had definitly started drink much more. In this point the times I was sober were able to be counted in one hand.

Hard times have come and gone a lot in my life but this time I am not sure if I could be able to overcome this. The shit had hit the fan and I had no one. Mikey was trying his best but it was not helping. I feel bad for him honestly. He was pretty devastated too but he had always been better at handling things. To be honest if it wasn't for him I would have probably not been here alive and breathing.

Suicide was in my head a lot lately. It wasn't the first thing that I would do but it was not out of the question. I tried to keep it as a last resort but I don't know how many more "resorts" I have 'till I reach that one. They are not many, that's for sure.

I sighed and stood up. I had to go back. It was time to go back to my little room and drink some more. It's not like I had anything better to do. I started walking towards the trees but stopped dead in my tracks. I felt like someone was watching me. It felt intense. I suddenly felt intimidated without being sure why. I started walking fast towards the trees. As I was in the middle of the way I heard a snapping of a twig. 

I looked behind me but saw no one. Okay someone was following me for sure. But who would follow a loser like me. And why the hell. The other side of the park was around 10 miniutes walking so if I run for it it would be five miniutes. Screw that I had to make the stalker lose me. I took a sharp breath and entered the woods while running. If only I had a better stamina.

Okay that was a bad idea. Now I had no idea of where I was and I had no idea where they were either. I looked around once again trying to find a way to end up on the other side. I stopped moving and almost fell down. How could running for two miniutes make me run out of breath. I guess zero activity does that to you. I recomposed myself and started running towards a place that seemed to have light. Maybe that was the right way.

As I was running something got in my way and I fell down. What the fuck. I fell with my face down and that hurt like hell. I turned around and stopped moving and breathing at the same time. I didn't fall on something, I fell on someone. To be precise someone that used his foot to make me fall down. I was looking at my stalker. And I couldn't believe who it was.

"Gerard! What a coincidence to find you here!" What the fuck. What was this guy doing. And why was he so delighted from my fall? His name was Frank. I think. "Wha-What the hell dude! Why are you stalking me!" He looked happy to say the least. "Me? Stalking you? No way!" Okay I don't know what he was doing but it was scaring me. A lot. I moved with my hands back and my back hit on a tree. He came closer. And closer. He was now inched away from me. "You have a scratch on your face." He said casually. Probably because you made me fall down I thought.

He crouched and touched my face with his hand. I flinched and that made him very annoyed. He looked in my eyes. I couldn't understand what the hell was going on. But I didn't do anything. I couldn't do anything. I was petrified. He took his hand away from my face and squinted his eyes in annoyance. He leaned closer to my ear. "I didn't want this to be this way." he whispered. What the fuck was he saying. 

My eyes full of fear searched his for answers but the only thing that they found was nothing. He took  a step back. I tried to stand up but I was met by a white cloth that smelled awful. "Breath in" He said quietly and passiontely. I inhaled the chlorofoam and didn't try to leave. Why was my body acting like that. My eyes started getting heavy after 4 or 5 sharp inhalations. The last thing I heard was Frank whispering something that sounded like sweet caresses and something about me being his little prince.