"Take care y/n!" Their final goodbye. I'm still not sure what's happening. We've made into Gerard's car and the both of them are seeming more and more suspicious as they chat amongst themselves.
Am I being kidnapped? Frank turns around and gives me a look.
"You're probably thinking 'am I being kidnapped' or 'am I gonna die?' But you're not, you'll be fine in our hands." Frank states and I pause. What if they're lying about both of those things..
I open my mouth to speak, but it's dry. I cough and try to moisten my vocal cords back up.
I hum and my voice is back, but it's rough and husky.
"What are you guys?" I ask and Frank gasps. "Holy smokes dude, she does talk!" He yelps, I roll my eyes and smirk.
"Cat ain't got your tongue anymore Hun?" Gerard winks at me through the mirror. A small blush appears on my cheeks, but I dismiss it.
"Answer my question," I command sternly.
"Tsk tsk, not yet Sugar. We practically saved your ass back there from that nut hut." Gerard growled and I crossed my arms and slouched against the seat.
"So y/n, how old are you?" Frank asks.
"You should know; didn't you read my personal paper?"
"Just answer."
"I'm 24, never seen the light of day since I was 20. Lived in Jersey my whole life. Dad put me in the mental institution. My whole family gave up on visiting me yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah." I said making it all seem dramatic with a dash of sarcasm.
"I think I like her." Gerard states with a smile accompanied with a wink. Frank looks up at Gerard and back to me.
I give up trying to hide my painful smile. I think freedom might be better with them than I previously had in mind.
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𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐥𝐥 (g.w. x reader)
Mystery / ThrillerIn a mental hospital. The majority of your days you sat and played with your hands. Every once in a while getting notes from strangers. No one ever spoke to you except the caretakers. You never spoke to anybody anyway it was pointless for them. Unt...
