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

Chapter 77

Gerard's POV:
Mikey and Alice are talking and... Smiling.
I'm usually not the type to get jealous easily but I hate seeing Alice talk to any guy who isn't me.
Caitlin is being rather awkward around me, I grab a beer out of the fridge and she stares at me.
"What?" I suddenly burst.
She looks down and backs away slowly.
I pull her into a hug.
"I'm sorry, I hope we're still friends" I say as I pat her back, squeezing her.
She squeezes back and we pull out of the hug.
"Thank you Gerard" she smiles.
I mess up her violet hair that she just brushed.
"You're a cool chick kitten" I give her a thumbs up "I'm sure you'll make Mikey extremely happy" I smile and hug her again.
She kisses my cheek.
"Thank you, I'm glad I could get his brother's blessing" she replies.
I giggle and flip a pancake.
She walks back over to Mikey and Alice.
I start drinking the beer while keeping an eye on the pancakes.
Last pancake...
I flip it to see a golden brown side.
Delicious.
I think I'm pretty good at this cooking thing.
I spread the pancakes onto a large white tray.
The pancakes are perfect, I'm pretty proud of them.
I get the spatula and start stacking them with syrup and... Jam, it was a pretty bad combination.
"Hey flower, could you help me with something" I call out, Alice stands up and walks over to me, leaving Mikey and Caitlin to flirt.
I continue stacking the pancakes and Alice clears her throat.
"What is it Gerard?" Alice asks in a sweet tone.
I look at my random pancake pile and suck in my lips.
I give Alice the spatula and she starts to stack the pancakes on the syrup, continuing up the pile.
She removes all of the jam and puts it on the side of the plate.
I smile at her, admiring her motherly cooking skills... I mean decorating.
"We have any whipped cream?" She asks.
I nod and open the fridge.
She rolls her eyes and rushes over to the fridge, taking out the cream and a box of strawberries.
"Oh right and there's those" I admit.
She smiles and starts to spray the cream over the pile of pancakes, I start chopping up the strawberries and look up, I see Frank running towards the plaza and holding his head.
I push the strawberries off to the side, Alice starts to place them on the pile of pancakes.
I quickly rush into the bedroom and pull on my black skinny jeans with rips in them.
I throw on my green day shirt and dark green leather jacket.

I look out the window again and see Frank scratching his arms while leaning against the fence.
Oh god! What now.
It's a habit of his, isn't it... Losing his mind.
Oh shut up Gerard, that's mean.
I quickly rush out of the bedroom and kiss Alice's cheek.
She rests her hand on the bench and turns to face me.
I don't explain, I don't think I need to.
I just throw open the door and run, I dart across the road and almost trip at the curb.
Frank jumps back and clings to the fence.
I watch with terror as he scratches his skin and screams at these 'voices'.
"I'm not a Rapist!" He screams.
I slowly approach him and tap on his shoulder.
"Frank, it's me... Your best friend" I look down.
He laughs and rocks back and fourth.
"I have no friends" he says.
I give him an offended expression as he turns away from me.
I walk around to him and he stares at me.
"Get lost" he glares.
I look into his dead eyes.
His completely petrified and shaking body is telling me something, not sure what it is yet...
"Frank!" I shake his shoulders.
He pushes me off.
"You have a death wish pal? I said leave me alone!" He screams at me and quickly turns around to the fence.
He kicks the large chain fence and rattles it.
I don't understand him, I have no hope of doing so.
"She loved it" he laughs.
I try to see his face and catch him smiling.
I stare at him, obviously confused and watch his psychotic laughing.
There is really no way I can get through to him, he's too far gone.
I want to hug him.
"Frank, try to calm down" I try to help, but there's nothing to say.
Frank leans against the fence again and starts punching it, the wire bruising his knuckles.
"You don't think I'm trying to dip shit!" He yells at me.
Harsh...
What should I do or say? I don't think I can help him anymore.
I look at his scratched arms and shaking body, I know he's miserable.
"I still love you Frank, you know that" I tell him.
He turns around to face me and smiles slightly.
"I love you too Gerard" he smiles, his tears spilling.
I don't trust this...
He grins and reaches out to me.
He has an evil look in his eyes and he almost seems to stretch his arms out with claws.
His nails dripping with his own blood.
I jump back as he reaches for me.
Oh dear... He really does have evil intentions.
His face seems out of his own thoughts.
Just evil and awful...
"What do you want Gerard!" He yells, it's not even a question.
I sigh and look at the truck.
"I want you to come back to the truck with me Frank" I answer.
I try to take his hand but he refuses my touch.
"You want me to think you care? Huh? You want me to go back to see that whore!" He raises his voice and pushes me away.
I grab his hand and he snatches it away.
"Don't touch me!" He screams.
I jump at his sudden voice change.
He giggles and backs away.
"I want to die!" He laughs.
My eyes widen with shock and I watch him walk backwards while holding his stomach.
"I never wanted you to see me like this Gerard, you of all people... I love you, don't ever forget me" he says. He seems genuine this time, I can tell he means it.
"Wait!" I attempt to stop him before he darts down the road.
I run back to the truck.
Alice is standing at the door, waving to me. I wave back and start walking, slowing my pace down.
I look back and see the empty sidewalk that Frank and I occupied moments before.
He's gone, he took off down the street, disappearing completely.
I make it back to the truck, the front door is wide open, ready for my return.
I look at the ground and slowly walk up the steps.
I miss the old Frank... Where's that Frank?
The Frank I called my best friend, my guitarist, my inspiration...
I want that Frank back, I need that Frank back.
Please Frank, won't you come back...?

Frank's POV:
I can't do this anymore...
I can't hurt Gerard like this or put Alice at risk of my sick sexual desires.
I don't belong here, where do I belong?
There's no room in hell for me, not really.
The figures are chasing me again, they follow me down the road.
I turn a sharp corner and see the truck again.
Great, I've been running in circles.
I don't need to breathe or exist.
The world doesn't need people like me.
There's too many things I've done, too many sins I've commited to be able to redeem myself.
There used to be a shred of hope.
But now I no longer have the residence of hope or dreams.
Empty, perhaps I'll always have this sinking feeling, I don't deserve mercy for the things I have done.
I know I raped Jemma, I know I raped Tony.
It would only be a matter of time before I raped Alice.
It's a good thing that Gerard has her.
I'll be alone forever and that's what I deserve.
I see a liquor store.
I don't care about drinking.
What can that do for me? Nothing, that's what.
I continue walking past the store and see a body.
I shake my head and blink repeatedly.
When I open my eyes I feel someone tap my shoulder.
I turn around immediatley only to find an empty parking lot in my view.
I can't take this!
Paranoia! Random laughter... Psychotic thoughts.
I know I'll never be normal.
I'm so sorry Jemma...
Maybe I should apologize?
No... I can't, I don't deserve forgiveness.
I need it all to go.
I slowly come to a stop in the middle of the road.
They say it's a painless way to die.
I'd say a bullet to the back of the head might be more convenient.
I only hope the voices leave me alone in the afterlife.
I wait for the cars to come.
As soon as I see a pair of headlights on the road I lay down.
The car inches closer.
The small, blue car.
Jemma's head pokes out of the window as the car comes to a complete stop.
"Are you okay?" She asks.
I shake and rush to get up, running away from the road, as fast as I can.
I can't do it!
I burst into tears, dropping to my knees.
Back at the parking lot near the liquor store. I feel my warm and salty tears and run my nails through my hair.
If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get shot.
Ha! Maybe...
The car speeds off.
Every single car driving past is a little blue honda with Jemma's teary eyes peering through the dashboard window.
"Leave me alone!" I scream out.
I hate this! I hate her! No... I hate myself! Why do I do this... I need help... Help that I refuse to find.
The morning is gloomy, I see groups of teenage girls, all wearing black.
That's the last thing I wanna see.
I run towards the store but the door is closed and locked.
I claw at the glass and kick the door with frustration.
The girls walk past and one of them screams.
"Hey! Isn't that Frank?" She yells out to her friends.
That's my cue to run.
I rush away from them and trip over.
I fall over and hear running footsteps behind me.
I can't let my fans see this.
No way.
I slowly cover my face and stand up.
The girls squeal and I quickly turn away.
"I'm not Frank" I fake an accent and the girls groan with dissapointment. I hear them walk away and sigh with relief.
I walk over to a darker alley and sit down.
I just need to think... If I think about stuff, maybe I can distract myself.