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Frank;
I can feel... I feel a tightening on my hand, almost too tight, but not tight enough. I feel like I know who it is, but I also feel like I don't. That thought angers me, I don't like not knowing.
In a sudden attempt to end the curiosity, to let me know, I try to pry my eyes open, not caring what happens, who or what it is, or where I am. One problem occurs, I can't open my eyes. It feels like a large weight has been put on them, securing them shut.
Come on, open, open! I struggle, using all the energy I can muster up from my entire body to try to pry my eyelids open. I clench and unclench my fists, like children do when they get frustrated. I tense my body, almost flinching at all the energy it's taking to do this. It still isn't enough though, my eyes won't open. I see black, a pit of nothing. I hear humming that sometimes changes octaves, like different voices. Everything sounds rushed, like something bad might happen if anything slows down by a fraction of a second.
What's happening?
Gerard;
I walk, more like run, out of the room. Lauren telling me to calm down didn't help me at all. Am I the reason this happened? Yes, I want him to wake up, I would give up anything for him to wake up. I just don't want to get scared every time something happens. It looked like he was having a seizure, that scares me. What if something like that inevitably kills him?
I land myself in the cafeteria, a cup of coffee in my hands. I'm sitting alone, a few tables around me alive with chatter. Every once in a while I take a sip of my coffee and flinch every time an image of his body tensing or eyes twitching comes across my vision.
Why him? Why does Frank get all this hell and chaos thrown into his life? It seems that even after I quit preying on him, things just got worse. It seemed like nothing would fully make him happy, and against his will. He wants to be happy, he just can't quite get there and that just is not fair.
My phone dings in my pocket, signaling a notification. I sigh and pull it out, unlocking it to see that Mikey texted me.
M: where are you?
Me: Cafeteria. Why?
M: i tried to follow you, but you were running pretty fast. i'll be there soon.
I don't text back, figuring that even if I didn't want him here, he'd come anyways.
I look around the large room, counting twenty circular tables and two long, rectangular ones that lined two walls. My coffee is lukewarm and I want to refill it, but I'm just too tired and lazy to, if I'm being honest
The conversations going on around me have grown a little quieter, two or three people exiting when they pleased. I overhear a conversation about someone's day at school which consisted of "stupid people and bitchy teachers", as that person worded it.
I roll my eyes at the mainstream statement about school and straighten my posture slightly when I see Mikey enter through the double doors.
"Hey," he says quietly when he scoots himself into a seat. I bow my head a little, not really in the mood to speak.
