Fifteen Minutes (frerard)

Chapter 30

Last chapter

And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airways
Force our smiles, Baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me
Please put the doctor on the phone cause I'm not making any sense
Blame everyone but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
I'm hopelessly hopeful, you're just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all

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Frank walked in giving me a soft kiss.

"How are you feeling, Beautiful?" He asked.

I shrugged and he smiled.

"You ready to go back to school?" He asked.

"No," I said.

"Baby, it's been two weeks already," he said. "It's the end of the year, you have to go."

I sniffled, shaking my head.

"Come on, only a few more weeks and then you're done, completely and one hundred percent done," he said.

I nodded my head and he held my hand, helping me stand up. Frank pulled a shirt over my head gently and I shook my head.

"I-I need a hoodie," I said.

"It's pretty warm out," he said.

I looked down at my wrists and he nodded, getting me a hoodie to go over my t-shirt. He got me into a pair of jeans got my shoes on me. I put on a pair of sunglasses as we walked outside. The light still irritated me a bit so I just wore sunglasses. Frank handed me a piece of the chocolate bar and I took a small bite.

"I feel sick, I think we should just go home," I said.

"You're gonna be okay, only a few more weeks," he said.

"Few more weeks," I mumbled.

Frank nodded and held my hand. We got to school and I bit my lip nervously. Thankfully no one seemed to be around. I got to first hour and sighed as I sat down in my seat next to Frank. Five minutes into class and a worker walked in.

"Gerard Way, your guidance counselor would like to see you," she said.

I looked at Frank nervously and he smiled.

"They're probably just gonna give you some of the work you missed," Frank said.

I nodded and followed the lady to the office. I sat down in front of my guidance counselor and she smiled.

"How are you feeling Gerard?" She asked.

"Better," I replied quietly.

"That's good," she said. "I tell you, when I heard someone actually got mugged here I would not believe it. I know Jersey isn't necessarily the safest state but our town is rather quaint and nice. And then I heard it was You it happened to and oh my heart just shattered for you. And a bottle! I heard you're more likely to be killed with a bottle than to survive."

I nodded softly. Guess I was just one of the unlucky ones to survive.

"I sent you flowers in the hospital, did you get them?" She asked.

"Yes, I did, thank you," I said.

She was in fact the only person to care about my situation other than Frank, Patrick, Ms. Iero And Jamia.