Act Two: Frankie
Frankie slowly walked down his driveway in his tainted gray sweat pants and Morisey hoodie. He walked on the frosted sidewalk, barefoot. His eyes opened and closed several times as he rubbed them awake. He came up to Gerard and Mikey’s house and noticed Gerard passed out on the lawn.
He walked over to him, “Ha, must be wasted,” He said with slight laughter, but he didn’t yet know how strange and serious the issue was. He walked into the kitchen and found Mikey. Mikey was leaning on the counter with his hand over his eyes with a cross between a disappointed and tired look on his face.
“Something wrong?” Frankie asked almost jokingly, when it was obvious that Mikey was upset.
“Ger- Oh its you, I didn’t think you’d be here that fast.” Mikey said both disappointedly and gladly.
“Well I am. So, why is Gerard wasted on the lawn, I thought he quit drinking?” Frankie asked.
“He’s not wasted, you know that he would never go back to that. Besides, its worse…” Mikey said as he glanced at the tile floor below him.
“Really? What could be worse than a suicidal Gerard?” Frankie asked eagerly.
“I don’t know, he’s just... not, him. Last night, well like around 3:00 I think, He was saying something about ghosts, and, and, chainsaws …” Mikey’s attempt at explaining it all to Frank failed miserably.
“Well did u call Tay? I think she should know,” Frankie had just unknowingly brought up Taylor’s death … Mikey looked to the floor once again.
“What?” Frankie asked, seeing Mikey’s sad face.
“Nothing, really, its nothing,” Mikey said. Knowing his words were untrue.
“s**t,” Mikey had nearly forgotten about his brother. He pulled Frankie outside to the lawn.
“Come on, Frank lets get him inside.” He struggled to say while lifting his brother up. Once again stunned by how cold his brother’s skin was, though Frankie didn’t notice it at first.
Mikey grabbed his arms and Frankie took him by his ankles. They placed Gerard on his bed and Mikey took off his still soaking shoes, while Frankie sat in Gerard’s burgundy, slightly destroyed armchair. Mikey placed Gerard’s shoes on his bronze bookshelf as he closed the blinds of the one, tiny, stained glass window in Gerard’s room, which was actually a basement. The, just one, beam of sunlight entered his room each day.
Frankie started to feel a bit guilty, He was starting to realize that something might be really wrong with Gerard. He had never seen Mikey so worried, and … crying? He noticed Mikey’s eyes, they kept watering, and Gerard’s skin, was so cold …
Frankie was having a hard time contemplating all of what was happening around him. And seeing his best friend he’s had for many years out cold, for an unknown reason was frightening.
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