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Post-its?
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Chapter ten.
Gerard's POV
I awoke at dawn that morning, to discover an open window and an empty bed. I instantly realised what had occurred. I woke Mikey, who said not to panic, Sam could be back anytime soon. I could see he was worried too, but I still felt irrationally angry. Who was he, telling me not to panic?! I paced up and down, until my phone buzzed in my pocket. In a flash, I had it open and pressed against my ear. "Sam?" "Were out here." Came WiL's tired voice. Ten minutes later, we were all sitting on the sofa, hands wrapped around mugs of hot coffee, watching the steam rising to the ceiling, curling as it went. We sat in silence, just thinking. I jumped as WiL broke the silence. "We'll always be here for you. You know that, right?" Sam nodded with a watery smile. She ran a shaking hand over her eyes. As she did so, I noticed a little dried blood on her sleeve. I frowned. "Sam? Where did that blood come from?"
Sam's POV
Gerard repeated his question. "Sam? Where did that blood come from?" I shrugged. This obviously wasn't a good deterrent. Mikey gazed at me, realisation becoming apparent in his eyes. "You tried to kill yourself, didn't you?" He said quietly. I closed my eyes, and said, "I don't-" I was cut off by Mikey saying, "No. You are going to talk about it whether you want to or not. So spill." I opened my eyes, and gazed at each of them in turn: Gerard was looking scared, yet his face was set as if he didn't really want to know but was going to find out anyway, and Mikey had his arms folded, and a look of grim determination adorning his face. I sighed. WiL planted a kiss on my forehead. "You owe them an explaination, and it's not like they'll suddenly start to hate you." He said reasonably. I took a deep breath. I told them everything I could remember of my life, from the beginning. I talked for about half an hour, during which we all shed tears. As I talked, I came to hate my entire past, then realised that if I hadn't been through all the shit in my life, I wouldn't be who I was today. I finished telling my story, then exhaled. As the boys retained my life story, I gazed into nothing and just blocked out everything. Five minutes later a hand was waved in front of my face, bringing me to my senses. "Sorry guys, just spacing out." I said, noticing at that moment just how exhausted I was. I glanced up at the clock, and noted with some surprise that it was about three in the morning. I tried to stifle my huge yawn, and was at once ordered to go up to bed by an undecieved Mikey. I rolled my eyes but didn't really object. Damn, was I tired. I fell into bed, pausing only to remove my chucks. I slipped into a dreamless sleep, for which I was grateful. My last thought was how much better I felt without the burden that was my past.
WiL's POV
Sam glanced at the clock, and unsuccessfully tried to hide a yawn. "Bed." Mikey pointed upstairs. She rolled her eyes but didn't complain. As she dragged herself upstairs, Gerard whispered "Post-its."
ok, you know what? screw whether you guys are reading, I wanna keep writing! I'm inspired and the end is in view! (for me.) Besides, if I don't write, my two BFFs who are reading, just not registered, will be pissed. So anyway...
Gerard's POV
I awoke at dawn that morning, to discover an open window and an empty bed. I instantly realised what had occurred. I woke Mikey, who said not to panic, Sam could be back anytime soon. I could see he was worried too, but I still felt irrationally angry. Who was he, telling me not to panic?! I paced up and down, until my phone buzzed in my pocket. In a flash, I had it open and pressed against my ear. "Sam?" "Were out here." Came WiL's tired voice. Ten minutes later, we were all sitting on the sofa, hands wrapped around mugs of hot coffee, watching the steam rising to the ceiling, curling as it went. We sat in silence, just thinking. I jumped as WiL broke the silence. "We'll always be here for you. You know that, right?" Sam nodded with a watery smile. She ran a shaking hand over her eyes. As she did so, I noticed a little dried blood on her sleeve. I frowned. "Sam? Where did that blood come from?"
Sam's POV
Gerard repeated his question. "Sam? Where did that blood come from?" I shrugged. This obviously wasn't a good deterrent. Mikey gazed at me, realisation becoming apparent in his eyes. "You tried to kill yourself, didn't you?" He said quietly. I closed my eyes, and said, "I don't-" I was cut off by Mikey saying, "No. You are going to talk about it whether you want to or not. So spill." I opened my eyes, and gazed at each of them in turn: Gerard was looking scared, yet his face was set as if he didn't really want to know but was going to find out anyway, and Mikey had his arms folded, and a look of grim determination adorning his face. I sighed. WiL planted a kiss on my forehead. "You owe them an explaination, and it's not like they'll suddenly start to hate you." He said reasonably. I took a deep breath. I told them everything I could remember of my life, from the beginning. I talked for about half an hour, during which we all shed tears. As I talked, I came to hate my entire past, then realised that if I hadn't been through all the shit in my life, I wouldn't be who I was today. I finished telling my story, then exhaled. As the boys retained my life story, I gazed into nothing and just blocked out everything. Five minutes later a hand was waved in front of my face, bringing me to my senses. "Sorry guys, just spacing out." I said, noticing at that moment just how exhausted I was. I glanced up at the clock, and noted with some surprise that it was about three in the morning. I tried to stifle my huge yawn, and was at once ordered to go up to bed by an undecieved Mikey. I rolled my eyes but didn't really object. Damn, was I tired. I fell into bed, pausing only to remove my chucks. I slipped into a dreamless sleep, for which I was grateful. My last thought was how much better I felt without the burden that was my past.
WiL's POV
Sam glanced at the clock, and unsuccessfully tried to hide a yawn. "Bed." Mikey pointed upstairs. She rolled her eyes but didn't complain. As she dragged herself upstairs, Gerard whispered "Post-its."
ok, you know what? screw whether you guys are reading, I wanna keep writing! I'm inspired and the end is in view! (for me.) Besides, if I don't write, my two BFFs who are reading, just not registered, will be pissed. So anyway...
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