Kidnapping "Bandit"

The Walk

GERARD'S POV

I haven't wrote a song in months... I haven't touched my sketchbook in years. I cant. I haven't done a lot since the death of my daughter. She died in a car crash and I was driving. Her name was Bandit and she would've been fourteen years old now. My wife soon left me because she blamed me for her death and I blame myself. My only friends were alcohol and drugs. They stopped the pain when I was awake but as soon as I fell asleep the memories would hit me where it hurt. I haven't been sleeping well unless I passed out from the alcohol but then again, why would I want to sleep when all it did was cause me pain?

The band split up because of me, I lost everything because everything was my fault. My eyes stung from the dried tears and the drugs made me shake violently, I haven't talked to anyone since her funeral, even then I was shunned and so I ought to be. The pictures I drew of her are still on the wall...They haven't been touched since the accident. I wanted to take them down because they were just a reminder of what I had done, not just to her but to everyone around her. I wanted to take them down because every time I opened my eyes I could see them and it killed me inside, but then they reminded me of how beautiful she was. How innocent, how sweet and how much I loved her. I couldn't just take them down and erase her from my life, she meant too much to me to do that.

TAYLOR'S POV

You would think that being off school would be fun, but with all my friends on holiday and my mum not being able to afford it I have nothing to do. There's no good music around since My Chemical Romance broke up! I understand why though. It's hard losing someone so close, I know what it's like because I lost my dad a few years back. 

I walked up to the mirror and stared at the reflection. Ever get that feeling that there's an opposite world the other side and your reflection will move before you do? No? Must be me then. My hair was straight and dark blond, my eyes were light blue and I loved them! After applying my make-up I decided that I wanted to go for a walk in the park seeing that there wasn't anything else to do at home. I was already dressed In my black jeggings and light blue tank top which complimented me.

"I'm going to the park" I said walking out of the door before my mum could answer, she never disagrees with anything I say because she knows I'll just argue with her. The park was a 10 minute walk away from my house, I loved it. Unlike every other park this park was clean and by that I mean no litter, no beer cans, no urine stains...Yuck.

I sat on the swing watching the children playing which was funny because they kept walking up to me and wanted me to play with them. They loved the seesaw. Most of them knew me because I did some babysitting for their parents even though I'm only 14, my mum always said it's best to start early, plus I got paid a little for doing it!

GERARD'S POV

Great, I'm running out of booze and I've been sober for 7 hours now, I really do crave it. I hate going outside, people just stare at me apologising for my loss. I don't know why though because that won't bring her back. I walked outside, letting the light In my house as it reflected off the empty beer cans, I walked out into the street and smoked a cigarette as I walked near a park where kids were playing happily. All I could think of was how that could have been my life, me Lyn-z and Bandit playing at the park, being a happy, normal family.

I just sat on the park bench for a while looking around, everyone looked so happy. I haven't been happy in a while, I don't even know why I'm still alive. I suppose I want to punish myself for what I did. I saw a couple under the oak tree kissing and it made me feel sick, everything reminded me of Bandit and Lyn-z and the pain was coming back fast. I finished my cigarette, flicking it to the floor as I made my way towards the shop.

TAYLOR'S POV

This was boring. I'd rather be at home then just sitting here watching nothing. Maybe there's something good on TV? I stood up and walked towards my home. I looked ahead of me and saw a man with black hair walking my way, he looked familiar and stoned. I slowed down and he looked at me but stopped. He grabbed my arm and stared and me with a confused look. I struggled to get my arm free but he just tightened his grip and stared at me.

"What do you want from me?" I said panicking

"Bandit!?" He said shocked.