I Don't Love You [[GERARD WAY FANFIC]]

Some Things Are Easily Forgotten, Some Things You'll Never Forget

-Anastasia's POV-

I sat there feeling extremely uncomfortable. I decided to ignore that comment.

Gerard smiled. "Anyways we have to go pack and get some supplies for our little trip. You'll be staying here for the day."

Woah what.

They were leaving me here?

Alone?

I was not against this idea.

"Just don't try anything while we're gone." He said seriously, giving me a dark glare.

Either Gerard really thought that I wasn't going to try and escape from this hell whole, or this was some sort of test... Well either way, I was going to atleast fucking try.

"The doors are all locked and the windows are all bulletproof sweetheart, so try not to waste too much of your time." He said smugly, watching me glance around the room.

I just nodded and watch all four of them walk out of the room. Then I heard the front door close and the click lock.

I was alone.

I wasted no time looking for something, anything that could be used as some kind of weapon. I ran to the kitchen. Silverware. I just needed a fork, a spoon, a knife. I looked desperately through all of the kitchen drawers, but I couldn't find a damn thing. I put my hands on my head as I tried to think. Where would they keep their weapons?

Their rooms?

Maybe. This house was so damn big that I didn't even know where I was going. I headed up the stairs past the kitchen though, hoping this was right. I found another, smaller living room area with a hallway leading to several doors. I went to the first door and tried to open it. Locked. I jiggled the handle and slammed on the door desperately. I tried am the other doors, but they were the same. I walked back down the stairs, clutching my side; damn I had to slow down.

Maybe this place had some sort of basement? Walked around the second hallway near the first living room, but all the doors there were locked too; I couldn't do anything or get anywhere. I slowly walked back to the living room; I needed to sit down, as my side was throbbing with pain from all the movement. I looked outside the windows; the sun had almost set. I watched it slowly go down until the horizon was speckled with stars. I stood up.

Stars.

When was the last time I had even seen the stars? I over slowly over to the windows, trying not to aggravate my wound. I pressed my one free hand against the glass and gazed at the sky. I guess it's true what they say. You never really know what you have until you've lost it. I didn't expect it, but my eyes began to get watery again. It was all just so overwhelming. I didn't even know who I really was now. I felt angry and powerless most of the time, and I hated that. I couldn't do shit about it though. I couldn't even voice my damn opinion without being cut into. Another tear rolled down my cheek. I was damned to be whoever they wanted me to be.

I went back to the couch and sat down, pulling my knees to my chest. It only made the throbbing from my abdomen worse, but I didn't care. I just needed to feel safe for one minute. For one minute, I just needed to curl up and pretend I wasn't here.

And as if on fucking cue, I heard the front door open.

I didn't bother get up. I didn't even bother move. I just sat there, knees pulled to my chin, awaiting whatever miserable conversation was to bound come yet.

I heard some footsteps walk up the stairs and then Gerard and Frank came in and sat in front of me. I just stared at the floor.

"I'm tired-" I tried to begin, hopefully I could go sleep somewhere where I wouldn't have to look at their smug faces for one night.