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

Chapter 80 (The End)

Alice's POV:
I wake up in a hospital bed.
With a bunch of chords attached to me and my head wrapped with bandages.
I look around.
I see Ray playing on his phone and Mikey and Caitlin feeding each other with the crappy hospital food.
I attempt to sit up and a sudden rush of pain shoots up my back to my head.
I groan and fall back.
Ray smiles and puts his phone away, walking towards the bed.
Even Mikey seems to be smiling a little and holding Caitlin's hand.
I look down at my huge gut.
"What's that?!" I exclaim.
Mikey looks at Caitlin.
"This may be a lot to take in but..." Caitlin starts explaining my mysterious bump.
I give her a look of shock.
"So I'm pregenant with Gerard's baby?" I ask her.
She nods sadly.
"But Gerard is still in his coma, it's been eight months Alice" Caitlin tries to calm me from the small heart attack I'm having.
"Eight!?" I shout.
Mikey nods, staring into my eyes.
He looks down and squeezes Caitlins hand, leaning on her shoulder.
She kisses his head and covers his ears.
"Yes, eight... They aren't sure if Gerard will ever wake up" she continues.
I look over to the other bed with curtains around it.
This is the same room that Frank died in, maybe he could help Gerard find his way back.
I feel tears.
"The baby is a still born, you're still going to have to give birth to it, but not naturally" she says.
I stare at her.
"They're going to cut out the dead baby of Gerard and I's creation" I cry and my voice cracks.
"Well, see that's the other thing, you can't have children... A rape kit was taken when the paramedics arrived and they said you were unable to deliver a healthy baby".
I feel my heart stop.
"So, there wouldn't have been a chance for that baby to survive anyway?" I choke.
Caitlin and Mikey hug.
Caitlin shakes her head.
I want to scream! I want to cry! I need Gerard.
"What happened to Frank?" I ask.
"Frank uhh... He went to a psychiatric facility after trying to commit suicide" Ray tells me.
I cover my mouth to try and stop a scream from escaping.
"But it feels like only minutes ago, I was with Gerard in the truck... I was only trying to decorate pancakes! He went after Frank! Why did he go after Frank?!" I freak out.
Ray kneels down next to the bed.
"Don't stress yourself out" he pats my shoulder and stands up again.
Mikey and Ray hug and stand around my bed together.
"Okay, so I lost Frank and Gerard?" I ask.
Mikey looks down and wipes his eyes.
Caitlin kisses his cheek and he hugs her.
I notice a rather shiny looking diamond on her ring finger.
"You guys are... Engaged?" I ask.
Caitlin nods and kisses Mikey's lips, Mikey kisses back and pulls her back into a hug.
"When did it happen?" I ask.
"I asked her a month ago" Mikey replies.
She nods.
I smile at them and see Ray looking down.
I smile at Ray and he looks up at me.
He wipes a tear from his cheek.
Dr. Smith comes in with a tray of needles and bags of stuff.
I smile at her.
She looks at me and tucks her blonde, curly hair behind her ears.
"You're awake? That's good... How are you feeling?" She asks me.
I look over at the other bed and she nods, looking down.
"Yes, well Gerard hasn't been so lucky," Jemma starts "You see, Gerard isn't yet awake from his coma, we don't think he's going to make it but we want all of you to decide whether or not we pull the plug" She continues.
"No!" I exclaim.
Jemma looks down.
"I'm afraid there's nothing else we can do, sadly Gerard had a more fatal hit than you did" she explains.
I let the tears fall from my eyes.
"No... You can't say that" I desperately try to refuse her information.
I don't want to believe it, he can't really be gone.
"I'm afraid, these may be your last moments" she says in a sad tone.
"Jemma, what happened to Frank?" I ask her.
Jemma takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

"For some time, about a month, he lived with Jack and I but after a while he developed strange... Desires. He tried to take advantage of me three times in my sleep, he said he thought that you came back to him," She sniffles "uhh, anyway I couldn't let myself be subjected to that, everytime I caught him he... Well he went through with it, it was sickening, I couldn't do it anymore, I was scared he might try something with Jack so I had to lock Jack in his room every night. The days were somewhat different. During the days Frank would try to help me with housework and he often helped Jack to cope with his schizophrenic episodes but as time went on I felt more evil intentions in him.
He once locked me in my room and tried to murder me. Other nights he tried to push me out of the top window near Jack's room.
He was truly psychotic, I couldn't do anything else to help him, he kept trying to get me alone in places and Patrick even offered to stop touring so he could protect me" Jemma stops and wipes her tears.
"What happened?" I ask her.
She takes another deep breath.
"One day Frank succeeded in his attempts to get me alone, it was in my bedroom... He... Well he did what he wanted to do," she starts crying "I cried every night and every day, I couldn't do it anymore... I had to make sure he was asleep before I felt safe enough to go to sleep myself. It was terrifying. One day I took Jack to school and came home to find Frank muttering things to himself while smearing his own blood all over the walls" she looks down.
I gasp and Ray seems completely terrified.
Mikey's eyes are wide and Caitlin has a horrified expression on her face.
"I told him that I'd had enough but he was so clueless and apologetic, I decided to give him one more chance. That one chance was a big mistake.
I came home one day from the hospital to find that Frank had locked Jack in his room. Jack was screaming and I broke down the door to get him out, he had scratches on his face and cuts on his arms, but Frank wasn't with him... I checked the bathroom and saw Frank foaming at the mouth and coughing. I forced him to throw up and saw that he tried to overdose. He said he was sorry for everything, it was better if he left. I told him he needed help and called... Them... To take him away" she continues.
I look at Ray and Mikey who are looking at me.
"He was taken away to the Collings asylum" she finishes.
There are tears in her eyes, her blonde, curled hair is falling over her face.
She wipes her tears and turns away.
"I'm so sorry" she apologizes.
"It's alright, I guess I had to hear it to believe it" I reply.
I look down and back up at Ray and Mikey.
Mikey and Caitlin walk away and sit on the chairs.
Ray hugs Jemma and Jemma smiles, hugging back while sweetly thanking him.
I look back over at the bed with curtains around it.
"So, it was Gerard all along, and now that I know, it's too late" I stare blankly at the floor and my vision blurs with tears.
Mikey frowns.
"It was never a choice Alice, Gerard loved you, I could tell and you knew that too so don't blame yourself for what happened" he tells me.
"I don't blame myself... I blame Frank!" I exclaim.
Mikey looks down.
"Sometimes I think I blame Frank as well, but Frank has issues that he doesn't have control over" Mikey replies.
"I know!" I cry.
"We should give Alice some time Alone" Jemma says as she opens the door and leads everyone out.
Mikey looks back at me and smiles slightly before wrapping his arms around Caitlin's waist.
I roll my eyes and look at the ceiling.
"Loving you is easy cause you're beautiful" I quietly sing.
"And making love with you is all I wanna do" I imagine Gerard singing.
I look over to the bed where Gerard is sleeping.
I cry and look up at the ceiling.
Come back...
I can't live without him.
I feel drousy and start falling asleep.

I wake up in the room again without any of the chords connected to my body.
I immediately jump out of bed and get dressed.
I rush over to the other bed.
I open the curtains, Gerard is unconscious and still connected to a life support machine.
"How could I let them do this to you?" I ask him.
My attention suddenly turns to the small television on the wall near Gerard's bed.
A reporter is standing in front of the liquor store.
"This is the location that the young girl was said to have taken her own life" the reporter explains "the memorial will be held this sunday for young Tony Preston" the reporter continues.
My eyes widen in shock and I gasp loudly.
Tony commited suicide...
I hold my chest and stare at Gerard.
"Well Gerard... You got what you wanted" I tell him "she's dead".
Gerard doesn't move.
I cry and cover my eyes, slowly taking out the plug.
"Goodbye baby, don't forget me" I bid him farewell before throwing the chord away.
His final breath is fed to him through the machine and his body is completely lifeless.
I feel something tap my shoulder, when I turn around I see Gerard.
I smile and hug him tightly.
"You did the right thing flower" he smiles "you'll be fine without me, just promise you won't go off and marry Frank or something, I won't ever forget you and I know you won't forget me... I love you Alice, so long..." he wipes my tears and closes his eyes, gripping my shoulders, I close my eyes and try to kiss him.
I feel nothing but cold air, when I open my eyes, he's gone.
I kneel on the ground and burst into tears.
"I'll miss you" I whisper.
I look down and continue crying.
The entire room get's brighter and brighter.
I stand up and find myself in a different room.
This time Gerard's alive.
It's me in the bed, still pregenant.
But...
Gerard is sitting in his bed crying.
Jemma told him everything she told me, and Mikey and Caitlin are still engaged...
I'm dead?
It's me who's dead?
But... How?
Gerard cries.
"Just let me see her!" He screams.
I cry and back away, shaking my head.
I scream at Gerard.
He can't hear me, he continues crying.
"No!" I scream.
Jemma walks over to my body.
"Just do it" Gerard rushes to say, crying painfully into his hands.
She pulls the plug from the machine.
I scream out to Gerard.
"No! Don't!" I shout with tears.
Gerard suddenly looks up and sees me. He blinks, shutting his eyes tightly.
He opens them and looks around.
He can't see me.
"Wait Gerard please?!" I beg.
The room fades and turns pitch black.

Gerard's POV:
She's dead, I can't believe it.
I walk to the door and look back at the bed where her body used to be.
I slide my fingers down the door frame and say goodbye.
I keep hearing her voice in my head.
"The memorial is this sunday" Jemma says.
"What day is it?" I ask her hesitantly.
"Saturday" she answers.
"If you need a place to stay, you can always stay with Jack and I" she says.
I shake my head quickly.
"No!" I exclaim "I mean, no thank you" I correct myself.
Jemma looks down.
I run through the corridor and rush into the bathroom.
I throw up in the nearest toilet.
I continue puking, I can't stop.
My throat is on fire.
It makes me sick that Frank would murder Alice.
I puke again and lean over the seat, crying and puking.
"Come back Alice!" I scream.
I hear a loud shattering noise.
I cough out the last of my vomit and cry again.
I push my sweaty hair out of my face and drag myself off the toilet seat.
Sitting in the corner of the stall with my head in my hands, I continue sobbing.
I hear the loud shattering sound again.
I stand up, slightly disoriented.
I shakily peak around the cubicle door and see a large amout of glass on the floor.
I raise my head to look at a pale Alice with disfigured bones and a bleeding head.
Her blood drops onto the tile and glass as she walks towards me.
I turn to the door but it slams in my face, I struggle to open it, it's locked.
Why do doors always lock on me...
I cower on the floor and stare up at her, walking to me, stepping on glass.
She bends down to me, still horribly disfigured.
"You're not Alice!" I shout at the figure.
She screams and breaks another mirror above me, I shield my head as the glass pours down.
I crawl away to the stall and throw up again.
I flush the toilet and stand up again, still dizzy.
I look outside of the cubicle again.
One mirror is left unshattered, only one near a window.
Pretty far up.
What is it... The fifth floor.
I look into the mirror and see Alice's reflection, she's smiling at me.
I smile and put my hand on the mirror, she looks at my hand and moves hers to it.
I smile and cry as I lean my forehead on the mirror.
I close my eyes and a tear falls on my wrist.
When I open my eyes I find myself sitting on the floor with my legs crossed, a shard of glass in my hand, dragging it up my arm, cutting the vein.
Before I can do anything about it, I realize I've already cut my wrist.
My hand shakes and I look around me.
The room darkens and my blood starts to spill on the floor.
A pool of blood forms around my knees, I rest my wrist on the floor.
There's nothing I can do now but accept death.
I realize that I locked the door, Alice was never in here with me... It was all in my head but I wanted to die.
I did this to myself, without meaning to, I've killed myself just to be with Alice, my flower.
I'll be there soon Alice...