It's the end... (kidnapping story)

Chapter 33

Frank's POV:
I stand up next to Tony as Gerard attempts to council us.
Fuuuuck! This is an intervention!
I look at Gerard with an annoyed expression as he hands me the pills and says "starting with these".
I take the pills and hold them to my chest looking up and not at either of them. Tony seems annoyed, she slaps me and yells at me to look at her, yanking my neck down to her.
Gerard removes her hand from my neck and holds her wrist above her head as she struggles.
"Now you know just as well as I do, that won't help him in any way" he scolds her. She looks down as he releases his grip. I hold my cheek trying to sooth it.
"I-I'm trying to self medicate" I stutter. Tony and Gerard freeze. Gerard stares at me for a while.
"You need... Help Frank" He informs me in a worried tone.
"I know! You think I don't know?! Of coarse I do!" I shout.
Gerard puts his hand on my shoulder but I push it off.
"No!" I protest "I'm sick of you trying to understand! Stop trying to understand! You will NEVER understand!" I yell at them, I can't control it.
Gerard backs away nodding his head.
I feel light headed all of a sudden, as if I'm taking in too much air, I start trying to breath normally but instead I burst out in fits of laughter. Gerard and Tony start backing away from me as I try to cover my mouth. I can't stop laughing and I can't breath. I continue laughing through my hand, the laughing gradually getting louder and sounding more psychotic.
Tony has tears in her eyes as she holds onto Gerard's arm. They both look traumatized. I turn to face Alice still laughing my head off. I try to distract myself from the laughing by digging my nails into my arms but it won't stop, I start violently shaking and laughing while holding my arms. I drop to my knees and start to calm my laughter dragging my nails through my skin. The laughter that I feel coming through my mouth isn't translating to my brain... I can't control it anymore. As I stop laughing I feel myself shaking more violently so I try to rock myself to keep calm, but it fails and I start laughing again. HELP!!! I want to scream but I can't, the only thing I can do is laugh, and with every attempt I make to calm myself the laughter gets worse.
Gerard starts yelling at me but his voice becoming more distorted. The world around me begins to darken.
Am I dying of laughter? Can people die of laughter? I start to try other methods. I run to the draw as Gerard and Tony observe my descent into madness.
I yank open the draw and take out a knife, Gerard gives me a horrified look as he hides Tony behind him.
Without hesitation I start stabbing myself in the chest. That's not working either. As I start laughing more I see my blood spill out of my chest and onto my hand... Giving me an idea. I bite down on my hand as hard as I can, now my hand is bleeding as well while I continue laughing. God dammit! Why isn't anything working?

Gerard's POV:
What the hell is wrong with him?!
Frank is laughing psychotically while stabbing himself and finding other means of drawing blood. He bites down on his hand and begins laughing louder. He does yet another wierd thing and gets a jug of water out of the fridge shaking violently.
He snatches his pills off the counter and shakily trys to drink the water. He coughs it up and drops the water laughing hysterically.
He desperately tries again to drink the water. He continues laughing and trying to drink the water. He's really scaring me and Tony's trying to scream at him.
I hear him say "Stop can't laugh me help please!" through his laughing, but I continue staring at him. He needs air. I run up to him and shove half the capsule of pills into his mouth trying to close it and get him to swallow them but he spits them out in his fit of laughter. I jerk his head back and pour the jug of water into his mouth. I cover his mouth with my hand and force him to swallow. When he eventually swallows the pills I continue covering his mouth and start choking him slowly in order to calm him down. His laughing gets slower as he slides down against me, I kneel down with him slowly paralyzing him. He coughs a couple times and lets out little giggles but he finally stops and closes his eyes. The pills must be kicking in.
He rests against me barely breathing. I don't want to let him go incase he starts up again. Tony is crying and biting her nails.
"What happened to him?! Is he okay!" she demands with tears.
"Stop yelling," I whisper to her "he should be okay...soon" I calm her but she continues crying.
Alice is sitting up on the lounge holding her stomach. She rushes over to us and gets a cloth.
"He stabbed himself..." she starts "why would he stab himself?" she asks.
I look up at her as she wets the cloth and kneels down next to him.
"I really don't know" I answer truthfully. I have no idea what happened to him. He has a psychosis and I can't really identify mental health problems. I just know that was not normal behaviour.
I feel him stirring as Alice gently places the cloth on his chest.
I look down at his stomach and see the word again.
"That reminds me... Why would you carve a word like RAPIST into Frank Tony?" I ask her loosening my grip on Frank's neck.
"I was angry at him at the time okay, he was being a jerk" she frustratedly states.
"Oh I see, you think you have a right to brand him with a name like RAPIST because he was being a jerk to you" I sarcastically explain glaring at her. I have a sudden hatred for this girl now, she's really getting on my nerves.
I feel her uncomfortable stares as I continue glaring at her. She's the one person I loathe right now...
Alice distracts me and kisses my cheek.
"I know about it, Frank I mean" she states. I hold her hand as she begins explaining his disorders.