You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

Twenty Four. (Gerard's POV)

Hey guyss! This is the final chapter ( i will have a short one after this to clear things up, don't worry) and its kinda harsh so i'll be making an alerternate ending for those who might've got attached to the characters? Enjoyy.

"Frank, they're here." I whispered, trying hard to keep calm.

Frank didn't move from where he was lying, he was fast asleep.

"Frankie! Wake up!" I slapped him a few times right in the face. After a few slaps, he stumbled awake and had a shocked look on his face.

"What? What?" He shouted.

"The police. Grab your stuff. Don't panic." I ordered, he gathered the cookies, deoderant and I stuffed my revolver in my back pocket.

"What do we do?"

"Just stay here. Don't move." I answered. The sirens stopped and instead we heard the footsteps of at least five men snapping twigs under their feet.

"This is the police! Get out of there with your hands in the air where we can see them. We know you're in there!" A voice filtered by a megaphone boomed.

"Gee! I..." Frank panicked, squeezing my arm tightly.

We were standing in the middle of the hut, hand in hand. I broke it and took him into a bear hug, squeezing as tightly as possible.

"Gee?"

"Yes."

"Do it. Now."

I reached into my pocket and felt the cold metal weapon taunt me. I took it, wrapped my finger around the trigger and brought it to Frank's head.

"I love you so much." I whispered to him. "I'll see you soon."

"I love you too." He whispered back, tensing up and loosening his grip around my neck.

With that, I took a deep breath with tears stinging in my eyes, urging to escape. I pulled the trigger.

Frank's body suddenly became excessively heavy and fell to the floor. The blood started to flow across the wooden floor from his head.

His eyes were pale and lifeless, his mouth mid-open and his pink lips stained in blood.

I couldn't fight the tears as they came flooding out, blurring my vision. No not now, I thought as I aggressively wiped my cheeks of the water. My heart pounded and rang through my ears.

"I repeat, come out of there and throw your hands in the air!" The voice screamed. I felt the guns pointing at me from outside the hut.

Slowly I leaned down and cradled Frankie's face in my bloody hands.

"Frank..." I whispered, my lips shaking like his were a minute ago.

"Frankie please..." He can't leave me.

"Frank... I'm so sorry..." I pulled his face to my chest so if he was alive, which would be a miracle, he would hear my heart. The tears streamed down my cheeks and I was now sobbing. My breaths were fast and loud.

"Come back." I closed my eyes and collapsed, falling into the puddle of Frank's blood.

"Come back..." I whispered again, squeezing my dead boyfriend's head in my arms.

"We're coming in!" The police shouted from outside the hut.

My crying became louder. I could barely breathe from all the coughing and desperate tries to grasp air.

"No! Stop! Please!" I screamed looking down at Frank's face. His lips were half open and blood was trickling out, getting into the cracks and staining them.

My vision was blurred from the tears, the megaphone was killing my ears. The police lights were mixing from a sharp red-white-blue to purple.

I was in so much pain. If felt like singing with a tooth-ache... Lifting weights with a knife through my arms...

The only person I had ever loved this much died... Because of me. It was my fault, I could've decided to not listen to Frank and not pull that trigger. Frank would be alive, we would be together. We would go to jail again, yes, but we would be together.

No matter how selfish it seems, I can't do it without him. I need him to get through it. I need his presence, to know he's there. Even if it's in a cemented jailhouse with daily chores, homophobia and beating-ups... I need him with me.

The floor creaked as the policeman stepped into the hut.

"Mr. Way." The voice said.

"No! Stop! Please I beg you!" My arms were wrapped around Frank and my legs were kicking madly.

"Mr. Way if you don't calm down we will not hold our fire!"

"Go away!" I cried. Two other men grabbed my arms and pulled me away from Frank. I yanked them back and fought with all I possibly had to stay where I was.

"Mr. Way!"

"Let me go! I love him! I love Frank Iero! I need him! Please!"

"Shoot!"

Boom.

Boom.

I fell to the ground.