Chapter 44 – Time To Cry Over Spilt Milk Early Morning In Aus* (Jacquie’s POV)

I wake up and have a shower, when I finish I wrap myself in my white dressing gown and wrap my hair in a blue towel. I walk into the kitchen and greet Tahlia and Mel, Tahlia had a milo and Mel had a Tea and as usual never made me anything, but that’s how I liked it they couldn’t make my coffee how I exactly liked it But anyways I felt like milk so I pour myself a glass and go into my room to pick out some clothes.
“HOLY SHIT” Tahlia yells.
“Fucken hell” Mel adds.
I quickly walk back still carrying my milk into the living room.
“Geez what? Metallica split up?” I joke around with a smile.
“NO serious Jacquie look at the news” Tahlia says.
I look at the news and read the headline with a smile thinking it was some stupid story.
My smile drops as soon as I get to the 2nd word, I go completely numb and drop my glass of milk Tahlia and Mel catch me as I fall.

A couple of minutes later…
I open my eyes and see just the blank ceiling, I sit up.
“You okay?” Mel asks.
“Yeah fine” I say.
“You sure?” Tahlia asks.
I immediately remember what had happened and begin to cry.
“Why the fuck are you crying?” Tahlia asks, “It’s not like your family was in the buildings”
I rub my eyes.
“I’m not crying about that” I say “I’m crying because now I have to clean up the glass of milk I just dropped”
I rub my eyes again.
Tahlia rolls her eyes and leaves to the kitchen
“What about your friends?” Mel asks.
I couldn’t have run faster to the phone if I tried.

(Mikey’s POV)
The phone rings.
I sit up from my bed and grumble about who could be ringing at this hour. I put on my glasses and walk to the phone.
“Helloooo” I slur into the phone.
“Hello Mikey is that you? Are you okay? Is Gerard okay? How about Ray? OH MY GOD and Matt and EVERYONE?” Jacquie screams into my ear.
“Shhhh” I say into the phone “What is up with you?”
“The planes and the crashing and the buildings and possibilities” Jacquie says quickly.
“Oh right” I say now getting she was talking about “Everyone is fine, and Gerard is sleeping I think, I could wake him if you want”
“Oh umm no its okay” Jacquie says relived “Just thought maybe someone could have been there and something happened, Isn’t Gerard’s work like in New York?”
“Yeah, he was on the train at the time” I say sitting on the couch.
“Is he okay?” She asks.
“Well he hasn’t said much, all he did was come home straight away and say what had happened and went into the basement” I say now realizing maybe he was still down there and start thinking the worse.
“Okay, well I’ll talk to you later” She says very calmly then before “Sorry for waking you”
“Okay cya” I say and hang up and put the phone down.
I run down to the basement and find Gerard sitting in the corner looking up at the ceiling His eyes wonder around the ceiling till they finally rest on me.
“Dude, are you okay?” I ask walking closer.
He starts laugh at me and the stops suddenly and looks back at the ceiling. He begins coughing uncontrollably.
I rush over to him and kneel by him and put his head up and then realizes he was gonna chuck up so I till his head to the side were him vomits violently. I pat on his back to help him. He finally stops and I sit him upright and go look over at the table where had been before I went to be.
Gerard’s anti-depressants were scattered all over his art and comics. Also there was weed and other shit. I look at a piece paper that was under one of the bottles of anti-depressants.
It was lyrics but what too? The song I had never heard of, but it was pretty good. Did Gerard write it?
I look at him and see he is looking straight at me, I quickly put down the paper thinking maybe it was private.
Gerard stares at me hard and in somewhat of an angry look, but I see it’s not his doing but just how he is sitting.
I walk over to Gerard and help him to his feet and he leans completely on me as we walk up the stairs into the living room, we continue for his bedroom where I place him on his bed and pull the covers over him.
He would most likely be all right in the morning, if not then I would take him to the hospital.
I go to the kitchen and get some paper towel and a bag. Cleaning up sucks. I walk down into the basement and clean it up, I take a look around to see what Gerard had been doing down here, I see heaps of bottles of numerous alcoholic beverages. I shake my head and put them in the bag too, I collect some other crap from around the place and put it in the bin outside. As much as I tried to help Gerard it never seemed to work, and most times he never acknowledged what I had done for him.