Who Framed Gerard Way?

◈Chapter Seven◈

"You're supposed to be dead." 

I stared Frank down, unsure of what to do in this situation. I don't know what I was expecting from him, but what I got sure wasn't it.

"You're supposed to be dead."

My jaw dropped for what was probably the ninth time that night. Nothing made sense anymore because clearly, we were both very much alive.

I had forgotten about Lindsey's presence until she spoke up.

"Fuck."

Frank and I both turned in her direction. She glanced back and forth between us with a look that screamed 'kill me now'.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuck."

"Lindsey, do you mind telling us what the ever loving fuck is going on here?" Frank asked accusingly, crossing his arms. "You told me Gerard was dead, and obviously you told him the same about me!"

Lindsey went to speak but I cut her off.

"She didn't tell me anything! You were dead Frank, I saw you die."

"Well you clearly didn't, cause obviously I'm not dead." Frank snapped.

I was taken aback, slightly offended by his tone. "Aren't you happy to see me?" I asked timidly.

Frank's expression softened as he looked at me. "Of course I'm happy to see you Gee, I'm just extremely confused and overwhelmed and would be much more happy if I could get a fucking explanation!" He turned to glare at Lindsey.

I was a little bit disappointed with his response, but I could see where he was coming from so I let it slide.

Lindsey crossed her arms and stared at us, clearly thinking about something. "Fine then. Since you're both here, and everything's gone to shit, I may as well. Sit down, this might take a while."

We all made our way into the living room. Frank and I took a seat on the couch and Lindsey occupied the chair across from us. I scooched closer to Frank, just happy to be with him again. I rested my head on his chest, remembering how much he liked it when I did that, but Frank just sat up straighter and shifted away from me. I looked at him with a hurt expression but he didn't notice me, he just stared at Lindsey expectantly.

"Well," Lindsey started. "I guess it all began on the night of the incident."

Frank interrupted her before she could continue. "Does he..."

"No. Shush."

"When was the last time he took the p-"

A pillow came flying through the air and hit Frank, shutting him up.

"Do you want to know or not? Cause I don't have to tell you anything. In fact, I probably shouldn't but I'm not in a great position right now so I am anyways." She raised her eyebrow at us, almost daring one of us to interrupt her again. When the silence continued, she spoke again. "Where do I even begin."

Lindsey closed her eyes, appearing to be thinking hard. "Well, I guess the problem started  with the incident... yeah that's where it all began."

I sighed a little. Of course. She finally tells me what's going on but yet I still have no idea what she's talking about.

"Yes we know that Lindsey. It's kind of obvious that the incident is the root of all our problems." Frank said. I just stared at him in disbelief. Why does everyone seem to remember this incident except for me?

"Well Frank, to Gerard it's not obvious because somebody forgot to-" This time the pillow hit Lindsey.  She glared at Frank before continuing her explanation. "So the incident happens. Shit goes to hell but eventually things calm down. Except for Frank."