-Chapter Title Credit:Addicted by Kelly Clarkson-
Gerard woke up with his nose burning and his head pounding unhealthily.
He barley managed to make it to the toilet in time as the contents of his stomach exploded from his mouth.
He groaned as he steadied himself and rinsed his mouth out numerous times trying to get rid of the horrid taste.
He hasn't been this sick in a while.
Yesterday had been his day off.
*Mini flashback to yesterday*.
His day had started off normal.
He woke up with a familiar tingle in his nose reminding him that he had Bert come by the night before and ate a bowl of cereal watching random cartoons on the tv.
Gerard found himself actually in a decent mood for one.
That all changed drastically however when his phone rang and he answered to his baby brother.
"Hey Gerard,"Mikey said sounding alittle cautious.
"Hey....whats up?"
There was a pause,"You don't know what todays date is do you?"
Gerard stiffened and glanced at the date that was displayed on the upper top left corner of his phone.
His heart dropped and he felt winded.
"Are you okay?"
Hell fucking no.
It was his grandmas death anniversary tomorrow.
"Gerard?"
His mind was racing and it felt like he was crumbling.
"Gerard?"Mikey asked sounding deeply worried.
"Leave me alone."Gerard hung up.
He felt like he was going into shock.
How could he have lost track of days like this?
He couldn't seem to get a grip on himself.
Two hours later he was still sitting on the couch with his phone clutched in his hand staring at the wall.
A loud knocking made him jump and his eyes shot to the front door.
"Gerard?"His brother Mikeys voice called.
"I said leave me the fuck alone!"
"But Gera-"
"GO THE FUCK AWAY!"
He just needed to be alone.
He needed to...to....do something.....
He had to get ahold of himself.
"Let me inside."Mikeys voice said back but it seemed....different....dangerous.
"Don't let him inside."
Gerard spun around startled.
The boy from the cafe was standing in the middle of his living room.
Gerard stumbled towards backwards in shock.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my apartment?"
"Gerard!"Mikeys voice screamed....but it wasn't Mikeys voice...it was far to murderous.
Gerard was beginning to panic.
Everything was crazy and loud and he was so scared.
He backed into the nearest corner as Mikeys shouts grew louder and the front door was vibrating from him banging on it trying to get inside.
The boy was staring at Gerard once again not speaking.
To top it all off voices had began to shout all around him as if 100 other people were in the room with him.
He let out a shaky sob as he sunk into a fetal position in the corner,trembling as he began screaming,"SHUT UP!"
He wasn't sure how long it went on but finally he heard the voices started to faded slightly.
"Gee?"Came the soothing familiar voice.
He slowly looked up and let out another heartbreaking sob
His hazel eyes stared at him.
"F-Frankie,"Gerard whimpered staring at him through tear filled eyes.
Frank frowned deeper and walked towards him until he was crouching infront of the terrified boy.
"Hi gee."
Gerard reached towards him with a shaking hand.
And then Frank was gone.
All noise had stopped.
It was just Gerard sitting in a corner totally alone.
*End of mini flashback*
The rest of yesterday was spent drinking and using almost half of his bag of cocaine.
Right when he was trying to go to sleep he had heard Franks voice calling out to him.
And then Gerard became glad Bert left that needle.
He was so desperate to make it stop he injected himself with the vial of heroine.
Clearly that was a bad idea.
This morning was fucking horrible.
The wicked beams of sunlight flooding through the bathroom window snapped him into the present.
His eyes widened and he staggered to the closest object that read the time.
1:19pm.
"SHIT!!!"
He was suppose to be at work at 10am.
"Shit,shit,shit,shit,"He chanted as he yanked his vomit stained shirt off his body and grabbed a clean shirt.
Not caring about his jeans being a bit dirty,he moved on to tugging on his shoes,almost face implanting in the process.
He prayed Bob hadn't text Mikey.
The last thing he needed was Mikey to be even more worried about him.
And Gerard was starting to truly believe Mikey had every right to be worried.
Because Gerard was becoming really scared....of himself.
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Frank stared out of the window with a frown.
He had been in the middle of a conversation with Alex when he was overcome with a bad feeling.
His stomach sank and a feeling of dread washed throughout him.
Something was wrong.
His mind instantly flashed to Gerard.
He prayed Gerard was okay.
Gerard had to be okay.
"Frank?"Alex asked realized he had lost the short boys attention.
"Whats wrong?"He asked when Frank didn't respond.
"Just thinking sorry."Frank mumbled.
Alex nodded but his eyes showed he didn't believe him.
Frank didn't care.
Because something was wrong with Gerard.
He could feel it.
Hang in there baby.Im on my way.
-Sorry if this is really crappy.Iv been having problems focusing and iv been struggling with depression worse than normal today.But I didn't want to like leave you all with nothing so I kinda forced myself to write this.It might not be the best.Again,Sorry.-ChemicalSkeleton
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