----Ash----
As I awoke I felt a cold sting in my throat. I woke up to find me and Frank sprawled out on the couch, he was still passed out. I quietly got up to go make coffee when I heard the door being knocked on.
I walked over to the living room to see if Frank had woken up... he had not. So I sighed as I walked to the front door and opened it. Only to my surprise it was Gee.
"Hey, it's early" I said as I opened the door. He stood there with his hands in his pockets.
"Is Frank still asleep?" He whisper yelled.
"Yeah he's out, come in though just be quiet I don't wanna wake him" I replied to Gee and I opened the door more. He quietly slipped into the door way and closed the gray tinted door.
"So, how ya feeling?" Gee asked as I walked back to the kitchen.
"Better, my throat is sore though." I talked. Normally now because I figured Frank wouldn't wake up. Gerard quickly caught on to this.
"Well that's what happens when you do that shit." He said pointing a finger at me, I smiled in return. I grabbed a cup of coffee as I gave it to Gee. Knowing he would stay long. He sat down at the little table and began drinking it. Suddenly a cold rush came from the near opened window. I looked down to see shivers on my arms... along with me in only a binder and low hanging shorts.
"Shit. Sorry let me go change." I said to Gee, he simply nodded as I walked up the stairs.
I slowly walked into my bedroom as I inspected the mess that was my depression room.
My clothes were sprawled out in one pile and my books on the other. Still I stepped over my piles and grabbed a shirt.
I was expecting Frank to be up by time I got downstairs but no. So I grabbed a pillow and started smacking him with it.
"DADDDD" I said in a little louder voice.
"Go awayyyy" he replied covering his head. Gerard then grabbed a pillow and joined me.
"Both hands really?" He said groggy.
"Nope that would be me" Gerard said as he hit him once more. That was until Frank let out a small scream, which sent me to the floor with laughter.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" Frank yelled playing.
"YOUR KID LET ME IN" Gerard yelled back.
"Oh, I guess I didn't teach them not to let you in" Frank smirked, until Gerard hit him with the pillow once more.
"Goodmorning" Frank said turning to me.
"Morninggg" I replied walking back into the kitchen to grab his coffee. I smiled as I handed it back to him.
--time skip to around 12 because I'm lazy--
---Frank---
I looked up and down trying to find it. Everywhere. Everywhere but where I had thought of. There was a rush of redness that ran to my head as I walked up the stairs.
"Where's the knife?" I said standing at Ash's doorway.
"Which one we have about five." He replied not looking up from his book.
"The switchblade I carry." I replied rolling my eyes. That's when he finally took his eyes off the book.
"Oh yeah sorry, I needed it to open a box." He replied getting up and grabbing it from the desk. He walked over to me and handed the cold metal over, I flipped open the blade to inspect it.
"Can I see your arms really quick?" I asked look down at the blade. Ash let out a slow sigh before rolling up their sleeves. I looked down to see nothing but old scars, I looked down at their legs to see nothing but old scars.
"Okay, thanks kiddo." I replied as I walked away.
"Dad?" They called back.
"Yeah what's up?" I asking tapping the doorways.
"Can we go to the record store?" They asked looking at me with puppy eyes.
"Yeah just give me a minute to put this away." I replied as I set the blade down on my desk.
As I did so I grabbed the keys and swung them around to tell Ash I was ready, although they were already downstairs.
I laughed at their excitement.
We walked outside to the beating rain and the engine roaring. The whole drive there was just us talking about albums, I thought nothing much of it.
---Ash---
Me and Frank were skipping along lines looking for albums to buy. That was until I saw him. Tall blonde hair blue eyed boy I had come to hate. I stopped dead in my tracks and Frank bumped into me.
"What's wrong?" He asked looking around. I couldn't say anything but point.
"Who's that?" Frank asked over my shoulder.
"The boy who took everything from me" I gulped down.
HEYYYYY I figured I'd restart the book since I got logged out of my old account. If you just found this book go ready the first one up to get caught up! Have a good day <3
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