Stuck (Frerard)

Nyquil- Chapter 14

|Kinda sad. Self harm and overdose trigger warnings. I feel like I'm moving too fast in this story. Am I?|

Frank's P.O.V.

I finished getting ready really fast so Gerard doesn't have to wait for me. I sit on my bed on my phone listening to Nine In The Afternoon until I hear a knock on the door. I put my earbuds in my pocket and rush to answer it. I open the door to reveal Gerard with his unbrushed black hair covering his pale face. He is wearing a thick baggy black sweater and dark grey jeans so skinny they are basically second skin. When he moves a strand of hair away from his face, I notice he has neat black polish on his short fingernails. Gerard always looks nice. He seems to have mastered the messy, but hot look. I am just in simple black and white converse, black skinny jeans, a heather grey sweater with an oversized jean jacket, and my skeleton gloves. 

"Ready?" he smiles.

"Yeah," I nod. We begin walking next to each other on the sidewalk. Eventually in between one of our conversations about meeting up for coffee later, he finds my hand. Butterflies basically explode in my stomach and chest. I really want to talk about Gerard's X-acto knife, but there is no way I am ruining this moment by bringing that up. We continue walking for what feels like 1 minute until we near my school. I keep holding Gerard's hand even when people can clearly see us and are scoffing and making disgusted noises. I can tell he is embarrased and is starting to feel anxious. I am too, so I stop walking in the middle of the sidewalk and grab his second hand.

"I'll see you later for coffee, okay?" I say as I look at his anxious expression. He nods before saying a quick goodbye and walking off. Once he is far enough out of sight, I begin walking to my school entrance, being teased the whole way by classmates. 

"Who was that? Your boyfriend?"

"Look guys! The faggots got a boyfriend now!"

"Oh my God that is so disgusting!"

"Why would you choose to be gay? It's so weird,"

"Fairy,"

"Such a weird little homo,"

I look down and keep walking. I put my earbuds in and turn the volume all the way up to Wake Up. I continue on with the school day replaying the hurtful comments in my head. I almost cried in one class. 

When school ended, I immediatly go to Gerard's apartment. I knock twice and wait for an answer. Nothing. He could just be busy with something, so I wait before knocking again. And again. And again. I text him. No response. This makes me anxious. It feels wrong to open his unlocked front door without his consent, but I'm worried about him and I do it anyway. 

"Gerard?" I ask confused. Why wouldn't he be home or responding to my texts?

I close the door behind me and look to my left at the couch. Not there. I walk into the kitchen. Not there. I open the door to the bathroom and even check behind the shower curtain. Still, not there. I knock on his bedroom door before slowly opening it. I gasp at the sight and bring a hand over my mouth. It reminds me of my dream, but so much more awful. Gerard is on his back laying on top of his bed. On the floor rests a plastic bottle filled almost fully with a dark green liquid. Nyquil. I speed over to Gerard and look at his face. It's way too pale to be healthy and his mouth is opened slightly. He looks peacefully asleep.

Please don't be dead. I think to myself. 

Since I'm no good at finding pulses, I stare at his chest and watch is rise and fall. At least he is breathing. How long ago did he take the medicine? I should call 911. Pulling out my phone to call, I hear a sleepy voice say, "Don't."