Gerard lay in his bed, turned on his side, the sky black outside his window
He felt weirdly numb.
This numbness was something he hadn't felt in quite a while, ever since he met Frank, really.
But now here he lay, unable to even cry. It felt like he was being weighed down by a heavy lead blanket, trapping him and shrinking his brain.
Had being with Frank been a mistake?
What if he never came back? What if he'd messed it all up? God, he wished he could just feel SOMETHING.
This was, honest to God, so upsetting; he should be crying or something, not just staring at the wall, his mind empty, his eyes blank and hollow. He felt creepy.
What if I've lost him?
Not even a tear.
God, just fucking feel something already! Anything!!
He wasn't new to this mental paralysis; he and it were old adversaries, but now it won him over, drowning him in a hum of his own thoughts.
He just wanted to feel something, even if it was painful.
You drove him away.
Nothing.
Bert doesn't like you anymore.
Nothing.
Things won't be the same after this.
Just an ache. An ache from his stomach to his chest.
He didn't even feel like he was in his own body anymore.
He felt like he was standing next to the boy on the bed with brown hair and empty eyes, screaming at him to wake up, to feel something!
The boy remained motionless, the ache digging its talons into his body.
Gerard was helpless. He was defeated. He hated feeling like that.
So he faced the wall, and let the numbness do its thing.
He didn't sleep that night.
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I Drew You Once in Art Class
FanfictionPlease god i wrote this as a sad 14 year old who projected everything onto her characters. Keep your expectations LOWER THAN ZERO GUYS PLEASE
