𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 †𝙻 𝙾 𝚅 𝙴†

『5:53 AM 』

It was 4:12 in the morning and i was cold as shit. I fell asleep in a under stuffed chair wich was v e r y uncomfortable so i woke up. Mikey was still passed out on the sofa and frank and ma were still on the two beds. I got up to grab the key and go get my coat from the car.

When i stepped outside i was engulfed with a very strong smell of alcohol. And in front of me was a broken bottle in a puddle of beer. I could see the reflection of the moon glistening on the puddle. So I picked up the three biggest pieces and threw them away.

I grabbed my windbreaker from under the seat of the car, and immediately wrapped it around myself. I remembered that i had a joint hidden away in my binder that was also under the seat. Its just i need a lighter. My mom has a lighter in her purse though. I walked back inside the motel room avoiding the puddle in front of it. I opened the door to see a startled figure in the middle of the room. I closed the door quickly and tried to figure out who it was.

"M-mikey?" I whispered as quietly as possible.

"uh, no." A seemingly familiar voice said softly.

"Oh, hi." I whispered to what sounded like frank.

"hi." He whispered back.

"Wanna go outside?" He asked nervously.

"Wait uh, lemme get something real quick." I said. I tried to find my way to the bed my mom was sleeping on to find her purse. Finding my way to the nightstand i looked around for the top of the dresser and felt around for her purse.

A h,  Y e s,  H e r e  i t  i s.

I grabbed the lighter out of one of the pockets of the purse and shoved it in my pocket. I turned around and  saw franks silhouette next to his bed and i could feel him looking at me.

I opened the door and and gestured him over to me and he followed. I walked back over to the car and got my binder and turned to see frank by a lamp post swaying side to side.

I walked over and finally got a good look at him. He looked the same he did when i first saw him just messier looking. He looked horrible right now compared to his school pictures. He looked pathetic if i was being honest. He was scrawny and his worn out clothes made him look lousy. But i guess i wouldn't be saying anything if were looking in a mirror. Who am i to judge?

"your Gerard?" Frank questioned looking at the ground.

"Mhm." I answered. He sat down on the ground still looking at it. I sat down next to him and put the binder behind me.

"What are you doing up?" I asked.

"I woke up." He answered still looking at the ground, messing with a thin gold ring on his finger. Now that im looking i noticed he had writing on his hand. Symbols and short simply written sentences. There were small drawings and scribbles all over his left hand. And the only thing on his right hand was three dots in a row down his thumb. He also had a star on the top of his wrist that was made up of blood and cuts.

"Thats a cool toad." I said pointing at looking at a toad sitting on a patch of clovers on a leaf that was just big enough for him. He smiled and nodded looking at the peaceful toad.

"I like your ring." I said. He looked down at his hand and smiled a little more.

"Thanks." He said softly.

"You smoke?" I asked grabbing the binder from behind me.

"what the heck?" He asked nervously watching me.

"Cigarettes???" He asked and looked back down at the ground.

"No, pot." I answered

"N-no?" He said and looking at me with confusion.