But I'd Like To Learn Your Name (Frerard Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Gerard's POV

He never told me his name. I think as I trudge through the gravel road back home. I hope he calls. What if he thought I was weird? Why would I even care? I can't deal with anymore bullies. Especially with who he hangs out with, when school starts back everyone's going to start rumors about me, again. At least I have Mikey, kinda. Man he's gonna be so pissed when I come back.

I remember the first time I went to visit grandma's grave I stayed there all night. I got drunk and cut my head open on one of the graves. He went looking for me right when he woke up. He took me home, told mom and dad. It's never been the same after that happened. They've just given up on me. And even more every time I sneak out to drink. I'm a lost cause. And everyone agrees.

I finally get to the house. Only the light in Mikey's room is on. Fuck. I take a quick glance at my phone. It's 2am, he should be asleep. But who am I to say?

I definitely can't go through the front door. I walk to the side of the house and find my window, still open. It's kinda risky to leave it open like that, especially in Belleville. But it doesn't cause any noise and no one will notice.

Luckily I'm not completely hammered so I still have the coordination to get through.

When I get in I make sure to lock the window. I take off my dirty clothes and throw on some fresh ones and get into bed.
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When I wake up I hear voices outside my door. I wish I still had my old room. I had the whole basement to myself. It was wonderful.

I get out of bed and move closer to the door, trying to listen to the conversations.

"I'm gonna tell him when he comes out", my dad says.

Tell me what? What the fuck is going on?

"No it's best now. He's leaving today, so he needs to get all his things packed.", says mom.

I'm leaving?! For what?! Why am I leaving? They never talked about this with me!

I hear the floorboards creak on the other side. Shit. I jump into bed, and make it look like I just woke up when my mom barges through the room.

"Get up. You're going somewhere", she says as she pulls the covers off of me. Thank God I wasn't naked or anything.

"Where am I going?!", I say anxiously. I hate going places. I just like to stay secure in my little cocoon of a room.

My mom looks over at my dad, wanting him to explain instead of her. But he just looks like he's interested in making breakfast. My mom sighs, "it's just... We can't trust you anymore. You sneak out, we've tried talking to you, but you just never listen. You've given up on yourself, and on us. Your dad and I were thinking about letting you live with one of my close colleagues. Her name is Linda Iero, and she has a son named Frank. You probably know her son already, since he goes to the same school as you."

I'm speechless. My own parents have given up on me. They don't want me anymore. They're giving me away. And for what?! What's the fucking point? I guess nobody wants me anymore. If I killed myself no one would care. No one would care...

I look at Mikey. Not wanting him to object to what our awful parents are saying, just to see if he wants me to stay. Our eyes lock. He just stares at me with a cold, blank expression. I think that's the thing that breaks me the most. The one person that's looked up to you, loved you, kept you company, your whole entire life now just doesn't care at all. That's the thing that breaks me the most.

"Well I guess if you want me to leave, I'll leave (a/n: ok sorry to interrupt but... YOULL NEVER MAKE ME LEAVE, I WEAR THIS ON MY SLEEVE!).

I nearly kick my door down in anger. I grab a few sets of clothes, all my extra things, and a few of my drawings, pencils, and notebooks. I'm never coming back. I don't care if they're bleeding from their knees from begging. I hate them.

I burst through the door into the cold air. I start to run, but my mom catches by the arm. "We do love you, Gee. This is for the best. By the way her address is 6657 Union Ave." She says as she hands me a small piece of paper. She releases me and watches me run. But I'm not running to where she told me to go, I'm running to the cemetery.

Hello! I hope you like it so far even though there's so many grammar errors, cringiness, and just this book. And also if you were wondering about the phone number or the address (which some of you probably weren't...) I used the actual area code for Belleville NJ, and an actual street in Belleville NJ. I just thought it was kinda cool. Anyways, thanks for reading!

Paranoia by A Day To Remember

~Abikitty Asylum