Suffering Alone In Silence

Frank's POV

We’re at the Pier, and I can only describe it as a wonderland. It’s full of rides, and lights, even though it’s still light out. There are tonnes of people all smiles and laughs. It’s a hub of excitement right on the beach. It’s beautiful. Gerard has a hold of my hand and Donna and Mikey are just behind us and we are all standing in line waiting to get our wristbands for all the rides and attractions. I am practically bouncing on the spot, just itching to get on the massive rollercoaster that I eyed as we entered the parking lot.

“I wanna go on the rollercoaster,” I tell Gerard excitedly.

“Okay Frankie, but you gotta calm down,” He replies, hugging me to his side briefly.

“Never!” I giggle, unable to contain my excitement.

I giggle more as I see Gerard shake his head, absolutely bewildered by my behaviour. I turn to Mikey and smile at him, all teeth. He laughs and I shove him slightly. Donna laughs along with me and my mad excitement.

“Frankie,” Mikey whines

I laugh and turn around as we have progressed in the line and it’s our turn to pay. Donna pays for us all to get in and then we are through the gates and Mikey has tackled me and is tickling me. We are both laughing so hard that we end up doubled over.

We calm down after a while, and we start to walk in the general direction of the rollercoaster. When we get to the gate I stare up at it in awe. It’s a massive piece of metal, with a tonne of twists and turns and massive big drops in it. And it sits right on the edge of the pier, the ocean is just on the other side of it.

“Still want to go on it Frankie?” Gerard asks me.

I nod my head a swallow, before turning to Mikey.

“Are you going to come on it?” I ask

“Only if you are,” He replies, eyeing the ride up skeptically.

I grin manically and grab Mikey’s and Gerard’s hand and we start running toward the ride, where we then wait in the line. We only wait for about ten minutes before we board the ride. There are three seats right at the front and that is where we sit. I squirm around in my seat, before the ride attendant releases the harnesses and locks us into the ride.

We wait for probably another minute or two before the ride gives a jolt and we start the steep ascend. I look over to the entrance and wave to Donna. She waves back, smiling at us. We stop at the very top and I squeal in excitement. Suddenly the ride drops and it takes only a minute for the rollercoaster to run the course. It’s exhilarating and I am laughing manically and squealing with every turn and loop that we take.

It’s over and I am shaking, practically high on the adrenalin. We exit and Donna comes over to us.

“I wanna do it again and again and again and again,” I babble, positive that the words are slurred together, but I don’t care.

“So you had fun then?” Donna asks.

I nod my head profusely.

“It looked very fast,” She comments.

“It was, oh my god mom, I am never doing that again. I think I’m going to be sick,” Mikey moans, before racing to a trashcan close by and puking in it.

I jog over and rub his back for him.

“Are you okay Mikes?” I ask.

“Would you like some water?” Gerard asks, coming over; a bottle in his hand.

Mikey lifts his head and turns to Gerard and takes the water from him and drinks from it.

“No more rollercoaster’s Frankie,” He states.

“Okay...” I reply, hugging him into my side for a moment.