Omg omg omg, someone actually read it, and someone followed woooow... Even that means "a whole fuckin' lot" to me. Again, most of it written on my phone so I'm really sorry if there are some weird mistakes made by my lovely autocorrect.
Oh and sadly, I don't own any of MCR members.
I woke up lying on the floor, I guess I did. It was cold. I was sweating, shivering, I felt sick. And now, I see a broken bottle, Frank's shoes and few small sweet round things, wait what was their name? ...lit...ski...kill...skittles! Skittles yeah, few of them lying on the floor just like me. Oh I need something, oh I need... But there's nothing! The floor is slightly vibrating, so I'm guessing we must be on a highway. I hear someone moving.
"Good morning sleeping princess" I see a pair of hazel-green eyes above me "how are you feeling?" his eyes are tired, I can tell. He probably wasn't sleeping at all this night. But he is smiling.
"Dry" my short answer made him laugh a little "gimme coffee"
"no tricks this time, I cleaned this place up there is NOTHING"
"I just want coffee..." his slow steps sound like Bob hitting the biggest of his drums. Oh god my head! I press my forehead against perfectly cold floor. Oh yes, lying here was probably one of best ideas in my life. But why did I do it? Why am I on the floor? Beautiful smell of coffee enters the room with Frank.
"It's your own fault Gee, you are really stubborn you know?" was I thinking at loud? I must have... Otherwise, how could he answer? "It was 'a fucking lot more comfortable than bed'"
"It still is" what is so funny about that? You don't have to giggle when I only confirm what I said before.
"Planning on getting up from there" as an answer I mumble something what was supposed to be 'maybe' and move my head few inches up before giving up.
"Coffee? I also have aspirin" he gives me a hand to help me stand up and gives me a cup filled up with caffeine liquid. "I lied about aspirin"
"Bastard"
I lean myself over the edge of my bed almost throwing up, the bowl on the floor is jumping with every stone, hole and random item that busses wheels meet on the road.
"Oh Gerard, not again!" Mikey can you stop shouting?
"How fucking possible can you be alive?" why doesn't he listen? I'm thinking really loud, so loud I shouldn't have to open my dry mouth to be heard "I mean, it's good that you are! But how, after all that?"
"Mikey, shut the fuck up" I whisper so quietly, I don't think he could hear what I said, but he must have seen my mouth move a little. He got the message, and stopped talking immediately.
"Frank..." he didn't hear, I see him move a little closer carefully and slow "what did you say?"
"Frank" I guess it is too quiet for him to hear as he asks like I didn't say anything "do you want me to get you something?"
"Frank" a whisper exits my mouth along with fast blown air 'cause my breathing is speeding up again.
"You want me to get you Frank?" I nod "he is probably asleep after sitting here with you for 15 hours. Do you want me to wake him up?" he asks with a light shadow of concern on his face. I nod again.
"We had to force him to go to bed, Bob is going to kill me for doing this..."
"Frank" I whisper again.
You silly Mikey... Drugs are used when I want them, not when they want to be used. I don't fucking care how they feel.
He walks slowly out of the sleeping area mumbling something what sounds like 'I am so dead'. Wait if Frank is sleeping why isn't he here? Why am I here alone? Oh, maybe it's day time now... But I can't really remember anybody (besides Frank and Mikey of course) around here for longer than few seconds...
Sweet pleasure of seeing him suffers. He cannot do anything, he is not allowed to. I just want him sitting here by my side, and watch the pain which is more visible on his face with every second. It's not physical pain; I wouldn't hurt him, never! But torturing him this way is the most entertaining activity I did for last few days. He has to pay the price of keeping me away from my love. So I made him sit by my side 24/7 and help me with easiest things in the whole fuckin' universe.
"May I ask you about letting me sleep for few hours?" his voice is tired, his eyes and body need sleep. But I see, if he only could, he would stay here and watch me draw, just like he did for past 2 hours.
"Yes, you may ask," I smile with those words when I see him biting on his lips. Again, just like he did for past 2 hours.
"Can I please go to sleep?" I point at right in front of me, nodding.
"There" he sighs but does as I say. Not even stepping on the floor he slowly moves and lies down on the bed opposite to mine. They aren't really beds; sad reality is that those 'beds' are only holes in walls with thin mattresses at the bottom. It's just easier and nicer to call them beds...