Joyride

Two- Uncertainty

Gerard's POV:
I skateboarded all the way downtown to Buena Vista. Normally, I would've waited for Frank but today I just couldn't wait to see this place. Humming an iron maiden song, i boarded into the parking lot. All of a sudden, this shudder went down my back. "Hell yeah, that's what I'm talking about" I yelled looking at the building ahead of me. Buena vista hospital was about as abandoned as abandoned gets. A three story hospital with peeling paint and rusty bars on windows. The building was almost green in color from all the rot and decay. Graffiti traced the brick walls on the outer sides and rooftops. I pulled out my mini DV camera and started snapping photos. I walked closer to the building, amazed at how big the place actually was. I approached the two doors at the entrance, casting their shadow over me as if to scare me. "I can do this without Frank, psht I'm not scared" I said to myself.
I kicked down the door, clenching my hands together in fear of an alarm, but nothing happened. A corridor loomed out in front of me, with a staircase on either side. The "lobby" area, for say, smelled like dust and moisture. The door slowly creaked shut behind me as I closed it. There was just enough light coming in through the window to illuminate the room... For now at least. I took a deep breath and started up one of the staircases. Each step creaked under my black converse and I kept my cool as well as I could. "Frank isn't here, but you're ok" I kept saying over and over to myself. I mean, it was an improvement, I'm not calling Frank every time I hear a noise or something. Yes, I used to do that, be quiet. The staircase ended and opened up into a landing. I turned and looked downstairs at the empty place, just imagining what it looked like when it was full of life. Doctors rushing to patients, the moaning of the sick, and the insane laughs of the crazy. I could almost feel the pain and desperation that occurred here. People begging to be put out of their misery... I heard that they used methods of torture sometimes here. I could almost smell the piss and filth of abuse. I turned the corner and it opened to a cell block. I took my camera out once more and began snapping photos once again. "Oh if only Frank was here" I laughed to myself.