Who Framed Gerard Way?

◈Chapter Five◈

It was very difficult to sleep that night with the guilt of what I'd done weighing on my shoulders and visions of Frank at the end of my gun appearing every time I closed my eyes. I ended up wasting the night away in my cell, silently crying and asking myself why I would ever do such a horrible thing. 

I don't remember falling asleep, but I must have, because I was awoken by the clanking of the metal door being pushed open. I rolled over, not wanting to talk to whoever it was.

"Hey Gee, are you up?" said a familiar female voice.

Lindsey. 

I curled up tighter under my skimpy blanket, not that interested in what she had to say. "No."

"Well then get up. And quickly." she said, coming over to the cot and pulling the blanket off of me.

I opened my eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light, or lack thereof. The room was completely dark and I could see from my little window that the moon was still up. "Jesus Christ, Lindsey, what time is it?" I asked annoyedly, sitting up and brushing my hair away from my face.

She checked her watch. "Three twenty-seven. In the morning."

I raised my eyebrow at her. "Then why are you here? And how did you even get in?"

"Because Gerard," Lindsey started, grabbing my arm and yanking me up to my feet. "I'm going to get you out of here."

I stared at her questionably. "And why would you do that? How would you do that?" 

"I can't tell you right now, but just trust me. You need to hurry, we don't have very long before they notice I'm gone." said Lindsey, looking around cautiously.

"Before who notices you're gone? And where exactly are we going?" I asked her, quite unsure of how this was going to work.

"You ask too many questions." she replied, turning towards the door. "Just hurry up already, we've go to go."

I looked her in the eyes and crossed my arms. "No."

"What?" Lindsey exclaimed, spinning around to face me. "Come on Gerard, don't be stubborn, we've got to go. Now."

"No." I repeated. "I'm not going with you. I'm staying here."

"Gerard, you can't do that."

"Why not, Lindsey? I killed Frank. I fucking shot my boyfriend, I deserve to be here. I deserve to suffer." I bowed my head, unable to stop the tears from escaping.

Lindsey crouched down beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Oh Gee, you don't have to feel like that. No one deserves to suffer, especially in a place like this." 

"But I do, Linds. I did something unspeakably wrong and the least I can do is stay here or wherever they put me and pay for my crime."

Lindsey sighed. "Gerard, I can't let you stay here and waste away your life like this. If you stay, they'll send you off somewhere dangerous and someone like you wouldn't last long in an environment like that. You will die sooner or later if you stay here. Besides, I have something extremely  important to show you. So will you come with me?"

I looked up at her with tear filled eyes and nodded gently. Lindsey smiled softly at me and helped to my feet, leading me out the door. I looked back one last time at the tiny cell, hoping that I would never have to see those horrid stone walls ever again.

"Okay, you have to be extremely quiet Gerard." Lindsey told me as she crept carefully down the hallway.

"But wh-"