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

Chapter 51

Gerard's POV:
The stench of male deoderent invades my nose and I feel myself starting to choke on it as the chemicals start to infect my breath.
"Hey Mikey do you think you could spray that oh I don't outside?" I gesture.
Mikey looks down and walks outside. I feel bad but... Fuck it! I'm the one who's going to be singing, and I really don't need to be choking on his air pollution.
Ray chuckles slightly and suddenly stops as he examines me putting on my long combat boots.
"Are we really doing this without Frank?" he asks me as I try to zip up my boots.
"Fuck!" I exclaim loudly. The zipper got stuck. Ray comes over as I impatiently rip at the zipper.
"I've got it, it's fine" I sigh. Ray gives me a concerned look.
I zip up the other boot and look into the mirror. My eyes have large bags around them and are almost bloodshot from all the crying. My life is turning into an absolute shit hole. Why did you have to go Frank...
I feel the tears forming in my tear ducts but I quickly blink and stop thinking about it. Or more of attempt to stop thinking about him.
Ray starts playing random tunes on his guitar, I guess he's tuning it.
Mikey comes in smelling like a vanilla scented abomination. The smell is overpowering and I can't stand the chemicals.
He comes over to the mirror with me as I take off my shirt and pick up my red dress shirt.
Mikey gives me a confused look as I apply my roll on deoderent and slip on the shirt. I look back at him pressing my tongue on my cheek.
"Yes?" I impatiently snap.
He points to the formal clothes that I'm putting on.
"What are they for?" he asks me while Ray brushes his afro.
"You didn't bring formal clothes did you?" I sigh. Mikey looks down awkwardly.
"Not really," he replies "I thought this was going to be a tribute show not a funeral" he continues as he pushes his blonde hair back.
I want to slap him, but no... Sadly that would be indecent of me considering he's right.
"Yeah, it is a tribute show, dress how you want Mikey, I don't care, I'm just being respectful" I explain putting on my leather jacket.
Mikey is still confused and I know he feels left out because Ray and I have formal stuff on.
"And besides, it's not that formal" I cheer Mikey up.
He smiles at me and takes my eyeliner off the desk.
I glare at him for a while.
"Oh yeah hey do you mind Gee?" He asks already taking off the lid.
"No, I guess not" I reply as he twists the liner up and starts harshly applying it to his eyes.
Ray gets a pick and starts playing random chords.
"Mikey, let me do that" I sigh as I take the eyeliner off him and go over his water line with it.
"Thanks" he says greatfully.
I finish and smudge it around his eyes.
I take out my concealer and go over it, covering some of the smudges. Mikey looks in the mirror and smiles a little. He walks over to Ray and picks up his bass.
I get the eyeliner and go over my eyes with it.
As I rub my eyes, I start to think about Frank again.
Like, where is he? I wonder where he went... What is he doing there? Is he truly gone? Is he happy wherever he is? What if he went to an awful place? Where he was being tortured...
I try to stop myself as the questions swim around in my head, demanding to be answered.
"I don't know!" I exclaim as I pull at my hair. Ray and Mikey exchange worried looks as I stop pulling my hair and look around the room. What came over me? I look down in shame as I rush out of the dressing room.
"Gerard!" Mikey calls. I slam the door in frustration and rush out of the cafe. Twenty girls start screaming as I run out of the cafe.
I need to be alone. This was a bad idea...
I look at the alley as I continue running through. I hide in the shadows as I watch the girls racing past.
I feel two cold hands on my shoulders but when I turn around there's nobody there. Just my imagination. I feel extremely creeped out so I start to jog back to the cafe.
When I look in the window I see a familiar booth, I feel the cold wind blowing my hair out of my face, the sky is a grey colour. I tap lightly on the window and remember Frank looking down at me, smiling. Why couldn't my last moment with him be that night, when we were happy... When he was happy.
I love Frank more than he'll ever know and I really do miss him. If you can hear me Frank...
Do you miss me? Cause I miss you...

Alice's POV:
I feel a little guilty leaving the guys to do their gig but I can't let go... Not yet. Frank means so much to me, I have to stay with him. I just wish Gerard felt the same way.
I look at Frank's lifeless corpse in the bed and sigh as I reach under the blanket. I feel his cold hand and pull it out of the blanket.
It's pale... Each finger is curled slightly and when I drop the hand it flops down on the side of the bed.
I pick up his hand and start to hold it as I feel my tears dripping down. I continue crying and my tears start to travel down his wrist. As I observe my tears I notice words around his wrist, I twist it curiously as I start to read it aloud.
"I wish I were a ghost" I quietly start to sob "oh Frank" I choke as I start to cry into his hand. I move the covers away from his face and place the back of my wrist on my upper lip.
His eyes are shut, his skin is pale and his mouth is slightly open.
I lightly kiss his lips as I slide into the bed, wrapping his arm around me.
I cry into his chest as he just lays there... Dead... What am I doing? This is crazy, this is awful, I shouldn't be doing this.
I grab his chest and easily lift him up by the shirt. As I prop him up on the head of the bed, I feel his cold hands around my waist, but I put them there.
As I sit on his lap keeping his hands on my waist, I start to feel completely rotten and torn apart.
I kiss him, wanting something, a response... Just something. I take off his shirt and examine his brand. RAPIST. How fucking dare she! I won't let him be buried with that carved into him.
I cry on his chest again. This time my salty tears touch his cold, pale skin and start to travel towards his pants. I shake him violently.
"Wake up!" I start to shout "oh my god, please Frank, just wake up!" I hear a small breath in the silence of my tears. I stop shaking him as I hear the breath again. Only a small breath. I press my ear to his chest and I can feel something... A pulse! Am I dreaming?!