"You're not telling me what I think you are... Are you?" Gerard asks Frank and he groans.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you."
"You're a psycho!" He shouts and Frank shuts him up.
"I'm not! Come on you've been my friend for years... remember our band?"
"Fine, but what's in it for me?" Gerard asks.
"I'm not sure. Mama won't tell me. She says you're unworthy." Frank's not okay... is he?
"Go to bed Frank." Gerard commands and I hear Frank start to walk up the stairs to another guest bedroom. I walk to my bed and pretend to be asleep. I wanna know what they were talking about. Is Gerard going to kill me?
——time skip——
A week passes and still nothing happens. Gerard seems on edge almost 24/7. Frank visits more often and goes grocery shopping for us. He said he's the more sane one so he gets to shop. That's what's been happening anyway.
As I washed my hands after using the bathroom I hear the two talking in the kitchen.
"I need you to invite Kristin, Mikey, Ray, and Lyn-z over as well." Gerard says. Lyn-z? I've never heard that name before. Why are all these people coming?
I walk into the kitchen and they go back to what they were doing before I left.
Every time I look over towards them it's like they're talking with their eyes. I pull out some carrots to eat start to chop them up.
"Hey y/n you okay?" Frank asks and I nod. I look down and realize what I've done. My hand was bloody and so were the vegetables.
"Oh fuck!" I scream I drop the knife. I cut three whole slices in my hand and didn't even realize? What the shit-?
"Get- get a towel Gerard," Frank shouts in fear. He sprints for the nearby bathroom.
"I- I might faint." He warns, with my non-bleeding hand I help him lay on the ground.
"Mama said that something bad was about to happen. I should've payed more attention." He laughs and I chuckle.
"I'll be...okay..." my voice trails off and I finally start to feel pain.
Gerard wraps my hand up in the towel we get into Gerard's car and go straight for the hospital.
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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...
