Act Four: Consciousness, Part Two
Gerard walked out of his room, just drowsy, like nothing had even happened. Mikey nearly dropped his coffee.
“Hello, Mr. Way, are you doin okay?” Frankie casually said, trying not to acknowledge Gerard’s spontaneous fainting spree.
“Ya, I’m fine, I guess,” Gerard said with a distressed expression, looking around the room, he knew he couldn’t look Mikey in the eyes, he would be punctured with that warmhearted stare … the worried look, that all Mikey wanted was for his older bother to be okay.
"I need some fresh air." Gerard nodded, not caring if they bought it or not, walking toward the front door of the house, right into the chilly December air. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his right pocket, followed by a lighter. He took a drag, letting the smoke settle in his lungs, and exhaling it, calming himself down slightly.
Looking off into the distance, with his eyes barley open, just staring at the sun show its light through the over cast skies, and the dark clouds hovering over him. If only they could fall and crush him, he could die, and be gone… returning to Taylor’s arms.
“Mikey would be just about the only one sad, if I was gone today,” he said to himself while releasing the dark mist from his cigarette.
He’d been out in sunlight for no more than five minutes, and already had that classic burning sensation. How long would it be till’ his body adjusted to the chemical imbalance …
Gerard returned to his florescent lit, callow kitchen.
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