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

What's Left Of You

-Gerard's POV- (continuing from last chapter. Also... Gerard's face in this picture...I mean...I can't... Okay we need to continue)

I looked at Frank.

Something was wrong; Ray sounded worried.

I knew there was only one probable reason for it, but I didn't want it to be true. I immediately stood up and strode out the door, Frank following close behind. Mikey was still passed out on the bed; it was going to be a bit fucking complicated to explain this situation to him when he woke up. We walked into Ray's room which had been across from mine.

We entered and Ray was standing in front of his computer station thing he'd set up. His eyes were wide. He didn't need to say anything for me to get my ass over to the computer. I didn't know what exactly I was expecting, but then I glanced at the screen.

And my heart fucking stopped.

There, on the screen, sat Anastasia, but it was like the girl I was looking at wasn't even her. The girl I was seeing looked like she'd been to hell, back, and then dragged back to hell again. She was wearing blood soaked clothing, but that wasn't even the half of it. Her face was dirty, bloody, and tear stained. Her eyes were red, and dark circles encased her eyes; she looked like she hasn't slept in years. When I looked into her eyes, I saw nothing but fear, despair, and emptiness; it was like looking into the ghost of someone that had once lived.

Anger immediately began to pulse through my veins, but when I looked into her eyes, Anastasia's goddamn green eyes, I just wanted to put my first through the laptop.

When her eyes met mine though, she immediately looked away, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks. I didn't understand; it was like she couldn't look at me?

I didn't dwell too much on it; the fury that quickly took over my brain wouldn't let me.

I wanted to break something, like really fucking break something. I sat in Ray's roller chair and gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning ghost white from the pressure.

She looked so pained.

So goddamn sad.

Lee did this to her. He fucking touched her, and I wasn't there to do anything.

"Anastasia-" I whispered, but she still wouldn't look at me.

The second her name left my lips, Frank's head turned toward mine from across the room. He had been sitting on the bed, head in his hands next to Ray; he was as scared as figuring out what was wrong as I had been.

But it turns out the situation was a lot worse than I could have ever imagined.

Frank stride quickly over to the computer, and when he looked at the screen, at Anastasia, at what was left of Anastasia, I saw his face turn white.

But it wasn't only Anastasia on the screen. I could see Lee, the bastard himself, standing behind Anastasia. He held her hair in his hand, and the other held a knife, which was pressed to her cheek.

I gripped the table harder, trying, and I mean really fucking trying not to lose it.

Anastasia was going through hell...

And it was my fault.

"Gerard, Frank!" I heard Lee finally say with a smirk. "I believe I've found something of yours!" He said while moving the knife up and down Anastasia's cheek tauntingly, not cutting her though. Her eyes remained closed as she cringed and tears rolled down her cheeks.

I slammed my fist on the table, only making Lee's smile wider. "YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" I screamed, blinded by my own rage.

How dare he touch her!