Chapter 29: Headfirst for Halos.
Narrator
7 1/2 months later. . .
A very hungover Frank lies in his bed with weary eyes that were red raw from the amount of tears he's cried and the lack of sleep he's gotten. At his bedside was a gathering of empty brown beer bottles mixed with Night Time Cough & Cold Sleep Aid that he used to try and help him sleep with no success.
For the last seven and a half months he's wallowed in depression mixed with self medicating and endless nights of drinking alone in his room. His daily routine usually consists of waking up for School with a major hangover, drinking coffee until night fall then breaking out the booze and prescription drugs.
He hasn't talked to anyone in a very long time. The last he heard Gerard and Rae were living together in an apartment in New Jersey, Rae would crash at a friend's house in Brooklyn during the week then return to New Jersey for the weekend. Ray is busy with University as well as Mikey. Jimmy and his band are on their first tour. Frank felt completely useless, even though he's getting amazing grades in University. He didn't have Eliese there to keep him warm anymore.
The box of things sat on the chair across the dark, messy room; taunting Frank as if it were merely a ghost from the dark corners of his mind. He cradled the black hoodie, inhaling her scent as if it were Cocaine to give him his next high.
Frank didn't know it at the moment but Rae was walking up the front path to his house. She had come home early from Brooklyn for Spring Break instead of going to Mexico with her University friends. She's taking a couple of weeks off School to spend in New Jersey with Gerard, she misses being with him and her next couple classes are merely reruns of what she already knows.
Frank's mom didn't hesitate to let Rae in from the warming weather outside. She strutted into the house and kicked off her shoes politely, leaving the over worn green and orange sneakers at the front door. She set her bag down on the lounge chair and confidently walked to Frank's room which was located upstairs at the far end of the house. Rae knows Frank's been struggling with coming to terms with what's happened but it's been almost eight months, it's time to move on. She still feels sad that she lost her best friend but she doesn't like to think of that, she likes to think of all of the happy memories they have together.
Rae practically swung the bedroom door open wildly, making Frank flinch at the sudden beam of golden sunlight that rushed into his dark room. Rae frowned strongly when she saw all the beer bottles. The rumors were true, Frank has been self medicating. She didn't want to think that they were true but she's seeing it for herself now and it breaks her heart but at the same time it makes her mad.
"Good morning sleeping beauty." She sang happily going over to the blanketed windows and thrashing them open to let in more sunlight. Frank groaned loudly and covered himself with the light duvet that was on his bed. Rae went over and sat at the edge of his bed to wait for him to get used to the thought of her being there. Frank didn't want to be seen or heard, or exist for that matter.
"What time is it?" Frank breathed, knowing he was going to have to engage in conversation with Rae. Rae smirked and looked at her wrist watch.
"It's ten A.M." She sang happily. Frank groaned loudly again and sank into his bed. "-C'mon sleepy head, get up. We have happy things to do!" She sang as she bounced on the bed. Frank grew tired and grumpy of all of these people trying to cheer him up, he wasn't going to ever be happy again. Frank threw the blanket off of himself and snarled at her.
"No, we don't have happy things to do. I am not fucking happy." He shouted at her. Rae practically jumped to her feet when he did that. At first she was scared and felt guilty for doing this but then she was even angrier than before because he was refusing to let himself be happy and then he's going to complain that he's not happy. He can't do that.