Chapther 9

Frank POV (next day)
“Look honey” She held a teddy bear. “What your fans got you” My mom put me down form my thoughts.
My pathetic present life. It sucked. Really! I had been in bed for a moth already, which, three weeks from this moth I don’t fucking remember, because I was in coma. I had lost Three weeks of precious life, 21 days, 504 hours, 30240 minutes and 1814400 seconds. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating; my life wasn’t that precious anymore.
My body was full of bruises and my hands were useless, Stupid attacks. Stupid brain.
How Am I going to play the guitar?
The only thing I knew perfectly, the only things that always keep me going no matter how awful things were. I just wanted to die.
And the Gerard thing. I can’t forgive him. Now when I looked at him my heat didn’t jump anymore. It hurts don’t love him anymore. It hurts that he was on pills again. That idiot. He promised me He’ll never do that again. I thought he was clever. He can go to hell. I don’t care anymore.
Well, maybe I care, but I’m not going to do anything.
I don’t love him anymore, that’s for sure. He was dead to me. Okay, maybe not dead, but definitely forgotten, right?
Yes!.
Even that I missed my best friend, It didn’t worth the effort.
I felt so lonely.
My life had no sense anymore.

Look at this! My mum was trying to cheer me up. But it wasn’t working.
“Yeah, lovely” I pretended a happy voice. My room was full of flowers and present. Fans were so nice.
“Look at this flowers! I’d never seen it before.”
I looked at them. They were what I was thinking?
“Pansy!” I exclaimed.
“Honey, you know you shouldn’t play. I won’t bring your guitar”
“No mum” I rolled my eyes. “The flowers are pansys”
“Is there a card?”
She gave it to me.

To the most adorable person in the world.
You’re so special to me
Get better.
Love.

I smiled. Who could it be?