The-Unseen-Artists

Who knew that it was you? Chapter Three - Smurfs Gerard's POV I tentatively brought my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs. This action was 20% to warm myself up a bit, and 80% cos i was embarrassed about the fact that i was naked. "Um..." i muttered, unsure what to do. I glanced round the alleyway, watching the boy from the corner of my eye. "Stand up, we need to get you out of this rain and cold" smiled the boy, holding out his hand towards me. I blinked, staring at the hand for a second. Small thin fingers, their nails chewed and painted black and yellow. I reached out and slipped my hand into his, pulling my self up.

I didn't do this to hurt you, Mum, you must believe! I know this is strange, But I see no other way. 18 years have been and gone, It's been a rocky ride. In and out of this house, It's no longer my home. You are my mother, my dearest mum, But rarely were you a comfort. As a child, I ran wild, you dead behind the eyes. Now I know, I understand. Mental health is a can give you a hard time. But as a youngster, all I knew, Was that my mum never smiled. I do not blame you, that I must insist, For the tears the bruises or the even the social services visits. But I have held my own, fought my own wars, I cannot pretend any more. I miss and tr

I walked along the wall, which seperated the grass from the walk way through the park, right next to the cathedral. It was dark out, even though it was barely five o'clock in the afternoon yet. The grey clouds shadowed the sky, blocking the stars from my sight but also cushioning the air so it was warm enough to walk around without shivering. The orange glow from the artifical lights lit up pools of the world, making it so i can see you behind me, your shadow illuminated for me to see. I skipped along the wall, jumping down the ledges, heading for one certain place. You know where we are going too, I know you do. I smile, feeling blissful.