Chapter 7
His eyes opened and he saw the reflection of the destruction around him from the mirror roof of the bus. He saw his body lying like a broken puppet. He was bleeding from his mouth, which was swollen. The place looked like a Hollywood murder scene. There was glass and paper everywhere. The wooden coffee table was snapped exposing wooden teeth. One of the small couches had been turned over along with its contents of CD cases, shoes, trash, and clothing. There were patches of blood on the carpet…
He blinked slowly taking in the destruction.
Tears trickled down his cheeks. His whole body hurt, but it was nothing compared to the immense pain that was consuming him internally.
The door then opened and a big brown fuzz ball walked through the door, it was Ray. He removed his heavy jacket and placed it on the coat hanger. He was carrying what looked like a small ice bag, which he threw at Gerard's chest with some unnecessary force.
Gerard groaned.
"Do you wanna tell me what the fuck is wrong with you?" he demanded starring at him though the mirror overhead.
You can count the few times Ray has gotten mad, Gerard had ever seen him this pissed off.
Gerard groaned.
"The driver nearly called the cops, then what Gerard? Then what? And what the fuck did you want those knives for huh? To kill yourself? Is that what you wanted to do?"
"God!" He huffed. His breathing slowed down, his nose had dry blood around it but it didn't wasn't broken after all.
More tears fell from Gerard's eyes.
Ray threw himself on the floor next to Gerard; Gerard flinched away like he was expecting a blow.
This pained Ray.
"Gee!...why would you flinch away like that? Do you think I would hurt you or something?" He asked helplessly. "Geez, why do you do this to yourself...?"
He picked up the ice bag and placed it against Gerard's face.
Gerard cringed at the cold bag, Mikey had packed a good punch there…
Then he remembered, "Frank!" Gerard cried. "Where is he?"
"It's okay, Frank is with Bob" Ray said trying to soothe Gerard. The anger in his voice had been replaced by sadness.
"What did I fucking do to him?" Gerard wailed. Ray frowned.
Somewhere in the overturned room, Gerard's phone rang. Ray crawled over Gerard to pick it up, "it's Lindsey…"
