Life Was Perfect Frerard pt 12 With a loud thud, and the sound of plastic hitting linoleum, Ray, Bob, Mikey and Frank rushed to the kitchenette. "Gerard.. are you okay?" Mikey knelt on the floor in front of Gerard, looking at his brother. Again, Gerard's eyes closed tightly, then opened. The room was very dark, but it seemed so bright. He didn't want to open his eyes, it hurt. Instinctively, the four men found themselves in a huddle around the weary vocalist. "Guys, we shouldn't crowd him," Frank's heart was beating loud in his ears, he knew something was seriously wrong. But what? &nLife Was Perfect Frerard pt 12
Life Was Perfect Frerard Pt 11 Days had passed, and the hunger pains were getting easier to cope with for Gerard. It had been about four days since Gerard had intentionally lowered his eating levels, and six since he'd neglected food because he was upset. All he'd had was multiple bottles of water, two french fries, and four grapes in the past few days, and not all at once. Gerard's lack of sleep proceeded to become an issue also.Life Was Perfect Frerard Pt 11
It was a Friday and a band they were supposed to do a show with that evening backed out last minute, so the boys had the day off. While trying to find ways to dispose of boredom, they sat around and generated
Life Was Perfect Frerard pt 10 That night, Gerard lay in his bunk staring at the bottom of the one above him. He heard the quiet gasps of sleeping band mates, a couple of snores, the occasional sound of someone rolling over, but that was all.Life Was Perfect Frerard pt 10
He couldn't believe what he had done. His throat burned, and his tummy ached. He knew it was wrong, he'd heard the stories all the time. Neglected organs eat themselves, people getting as thin as 45 pounds before they died, passing out, and everything. But he knew he could control it. Hell, he wouldn't even call himself bulimic. He wasn't sick. He had control over it.
Life Was Perfect Frerard pt 9 "Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable, impossible"Life Was Perfect Frerard pt 9
What's wrong with me? Am I too tan? Too conceited? Too obnoxious? Too weird? Too pudgy?
Gerard looked at himself in the reflection of his iPod's dark screen, examining himself.
It's my nose...
It's my hair... Eww my teeth! So crooked! My face is sort of chubby...
He sat, picking himself apart.
There are just so many reasons I'm not good enough for him..... and that breakfast sandwich I had this morni
Happy Birthday Frankie!!!
Cheerful
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