I'm not o-fucking-kay fanfic. Part 4 :P

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I'm not o-fucking-kay fanfic. Part 4 :P

GERARDS POV.
I knew Frank understood it was way more than just Jasmine on my mind, in fact I’d pushed Jasmine to the back of my mind, what I was most concerned about was the effect I was having on my friends. Frank had been beaten up because of me, not to mention the fact that Ray and Mikey and him were being picked on daily cos of me, Mikey, my baby brother, he was only thirteen and people in the same year as Frank, Ray and I were picking on him! I should be defending him, but I was just a coward. I tried pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind, thinking like this would make me more depressed, but no one seemed to like me at school, and no one was ever home, my friends and family were being picked on and beaten up cos of me, I just had to face the fact. The world would be a better place without me.
“Mr Way!” Yelled my maths teacher, Mrs Krip.
“What?!” I said startled, and a bit too loud, so it looked and sounded like I was shouting at her.
“Don’t talk to me in that tone of voice!! Get out of my class, and don’t come back till you’ve learned some manners!”
I got up from my table with such force that it got pushed forwards and my chair fell on the floor behind me. I walked out the classroom and could sense my face redden as I felt everyone’s eyes on the back of my neck.
I couldn’t help but think to myself, with the amount of lessons I’m missing, I might as well just not come to school. I shut the door and sat on the spare desk outside the class, Mrs Krip would probably write a letter home to my parents about my ‘behaviour’ and then I’d get in even more trouble. A small voice inside of me was saying “Screw this, go home, no one likes you here, go on, end it all.” I put my head in my hands and pushed my fists into my eyes until yellow spots appeared. Then I heard the jerk in the class that beat up Frank call out
“Look! The emo’s crying! Hahaha, faggot.”
I forgot the class could still see me through the window in the door. Angrily I stood up, nearly knocking over the table and stormed down the hall. I turned sharply at the staircase and ran down the stairs, behind me I could hear my bitchy maths teacher yelling at me from down the hall, but I ignored her, I’d reached the bottom of the stairs and other teachers and pupils poked their heads around the doors to see what was going on. I ignored them and kept walking, I had to get away from this school, I hated it here. Fuck them all. I thought, fuck them all. What had they ever done? Picked on me, beat up my friends and picked on them too, Frank had been stuffed in lockers and had sandwiches thrown at him, Ray, despite his height, had been picked on and had stuff stuck in his hair, and poor Mikey, my own brother, had been pushed around and called ‘speccy’ cos of his glasses.
I got home at around two-ish in the afternoon, stormed through the front door, put my bag down and ran up to my room. Mum and dad wouldn’t be back until about seven pm, and Mikey would get home at three thirty-ish. I sat on my bed, and the stupid thoughts came back “Do it.” “No one will miss you.” “You only cause them pain.” “You have more haters than friends.”
Absentmindedly I got up from my bed, and went into mum and dad’s bathroom, opened their cupboard and took out a box of pills, then I went downstairs and opened the “Out Of Bounds” cupboard, the one where dad keeps all his booze, I looked around, all of it was just rubbishy four or five percent stuff. I reached for the back and pulled out a heavy bottle of something, I looked on the side, it said ‘Sambooka-Percentage alcohol content: 38%’ “Great…” I said to myself, my heart was pounding, was I really going to do this? I took a deep breath and popped out some pills from the casing, and then I unscrewed the lid of the vodka. My hands were shaking so much, and I had sweat on my forehead, my heart was beating like a hummingbirds wings, I shut my eyes and put the pills in my mouth, then I took a giant swig of the vodka and swallowed. It was like fire inside my throat, my heart beat faster and I felt the bottle slip from my grasp, I tried catching it but the room was going darker, I thought the sun must’ve gone in, I heard the crash as the bottle hit the floor, and felt the liquid and broken glass hit my leg. Then I was falling, but it was in slow motion, until I hit the floor and felt the broken glass pierce my skin. I hit my head and tried rolling over but my arms and legs felt like they were made of iron. The room was getting darker and darker and I realised I was blacking out, I tried my hardest to stay awake, to keep fighting, but it was no use, my eyelids felt heavier than my arms and legs. No, I had to keep fighting, keep myself…

FRANKS POV.
Gerard left school early again, I got in at four and looked at the answer phone, 5 missed calls from his house, something must be up, I redialled and heard a breathless Mikey answer the phone.
“Mikey, what is it?” I asked, worried.
“It’s Gerard…” He said, he sounded like he was crying. “He’s on the floor, he won’t wake up, and the place smells of booze, there’s broken glass everywhere in the kitchen and a half empty box of pills next to him! Frank help! I don’t know what to do!!” He was sobbing now.
“I’ll be right over.” I said, and slammed the phone down.
I’ve never run faster in my life, all the way there my mind was racing, why would Gee do this? Was it that bad? I had tears streaming down my face, but I kept running, I reached his house, breathless and barged in the door.
“Mikey!” I called out.
“Frank!!” He called “In here!” I went into the kitchen and looked at Gerard, his face was ghostly pale and he had deep circles under his eyes, there was glass all over the floor, and Mikey was right, the place did stink of booze, it was making me dizzy just breathing it in. I looked at Mikey, under his glasses he eyes were red-rimmed.
“What should we do?” He asked me, panicked.
I crouched down and felt for a pulse, there was a small one, then I reached in to see if he was breathing, he was. Just.
“I’ll put him in the recovery position, you call an ambulance!” I said, urgently.
I rolled Gee over, and put him the recovery position, he was so light.
From the other room I could hear Mikey on the phone.
“I need an ambulance! It’s my brother, he’s on the floor, and his friends here, but he won’t wake up!”
I knelt down by Gerard’s head and held his hand; it was icy cold. “C’mon Gee, wake up!” I pleaded. “Gee, please…” I squeezed his hand, but he didn’t move. Tears fell down my cheeks and I wiped them away with my sleeve, why would Gerard do this? I asked myself again. It didn’t make sense, it couldn’t be just over Jasmine, there had to be something else.
Ten long minutes later and an ambulance arrived, they bundled into the small house with a stretcher like thing, and rolled Gee onto it, then they did a few tests, to check his pulse and breathing, put an odd looking mask on his face and carted him out of the house. Mikey and I clambered into the back of the ambulance with him and sat in the corner while the paramedics worked over Gerard’s scarily still, pale body.

**Told you the next one would be more exiting. :P