Gerard POV: it took three months. Three months. Three fucking months just to get over Frank, and how he cheated. I still can't even say he cheated, we never dated.... But, everything got worse. The rumors, the depression, I'm still working on being as invisible as I was before, but I bet that's not happing. The first morning I woke up, it was a miserable, eerie silence, the same as the morning after Mikey died. Exept I fell in love with this feeling, the dreadful pain of knowing what happened, exept with Mikey, I didn't know what happened besides me failing as a brother. It felt as if my mind, room, house and entire world knew what happened, knew that my light just suddenly flickered..... off. I simply got up, and walked out side and felt a cold breeze on my back, and walking up on the bus, I could feel the whispers, stares, and rumors stab my back like black daggers, my back silently crying blood. Music entering my head, trying to make sense of myself, why he left, what I did, one part of me saying "it was you, you fucked it up, it's all your fault" and the music telling me simply, it's not your fault. The next three months felt like cold relief, like every time I saw Frank I woke up in a cold sweat. Them walking around..... them being their couple self.... me sitting in the corner..... watching my misery in front of me, the root of my dreadful ways and happiness with his sunshine, casting me aside but nobody around me but the screaming silence in my head, the one I've only knew. The minutes just past, the days wore on, turning into weeks..... into months..... until a cold January day..... with the icicles on the trees.... and in my heart. The frostbitten mittens, the children playing in the snow, and with cold showers, reminding me of the time I fell into the ice covered lake and Mikey the only one there saved me..... sadly, I couldn't get him out of his own lake. My light, switched back on. The days I spent wishing Frank would just come back, wondering what I did, WhY he chose her, stopped, but my mind fell onto a kid in the back of my class. His hair in a fringe, and chocolate eyes that reminded me of the days when my dad didn't come home drunk, and when he'd give my mother Chocolate that she'd give me and Mikey. A face that only reminded me of happy times, sadly I don't have any- at least not yet I hope. But I remind myself, about Frank. What he did, and the probability that he'd do it again. But god damn it, I don't know anymore. Is love, worth it? I don't even deserve it.....
A few days later I bump into him, and he introduces himself. "Hey, I'm Charles. I just moved her from London actually, I was wondering if you could help me around?" I sit there, star struck. Usually I could stand dead in front of someone and they wouldn't notice me. How did this beautiful person notice me like that? Well, that's a first. I feel every muscle in my body tell me "no. Don't help him. You don't need another Frank in your life, stay away" but I still say "sure" god damn it. I never thought January 19 would be the day the light went back on in my life.
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Demolition Lovers
Fiksi PenggemarGerard Way is a invisible teen at his high school. He wants to run away from the abuse, the rumors, the feeling of non existence. From life- or hell. He wants to leave. He is trying to cope with the death of his brother Mikey. The one thing keeping...
