The Light behind your Eyes (My Chemical Romance)

Chapter 7 Frank

Frank

            October had fallen so hard and fast that I didn't have time to catch her before she hit her head. "October!" I pulled her limp body up on the bed and tried to get some sign of life out of her. I lightly tapped her face and shook her, but got no response. She was completely unconscious. I pulled her into my lap, hugging her tightly to me. What the hell happened? She'd seemed okay when we were talking on the bed before. Was she passing out from hunger, or was there something more? It had to be the hunger. She hadn't been allowed to eat a thing since we'd been brought here, and God knew how long it had even been. I felt so guilty for the food that still filled my stomach. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't my fault, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that I had betrayed her somehow. I gently laid her down beside me and pulled the blanket up over her. The wound on her head didn't look too bad. There was some bruising, but at least it wasn't bleeding. Poor October. My dear, sweet October. I shook my head quickly. MY October? What the hell? She wasn't mine. But she was mine to take care of right now, and I made a silent promise to her that I would. I stood up and picked up the wooden chair October had used to save me with. I swung it at the door, not realizing just how hard I'd hit it until pieces of wood went flying everywhere. Hope we don't need this again, I mused to myself. I threw the back of the chair, the only piece that remained in my hand, at the door as well. I could hear the reaction upstairs immediately. Two sets of footsteps were on the stairs in seconds, and I quickly picked up a foot-long splintered piece of wood and hid it behind my back. Roger was the first in the room, and he quickly surveyed the damage.

"Did you just break that fucking chair?"

"Yes. October needs to go to the hospital. I can't wake her up."

Roger snorted.

"She ain't going to no damn hospital. Are you stupid?"

"Well fucking feed her then!" I exploded. "She passed out from hunger. She needs to eat, or she's going to die." Roger turned and exchanged a glance with Eddie, who still stood in the doorway. They both burst into laughter.

"You think..." Roger tried to speak between giggles, "That her only problem is hunger?"

I didn't understand. "Well what the hell else could have happened to her?"

"I KNEW you'd try to pull a dumbass stunt, so I put something in those eggs after we were through eating."

My entire body began to shake with anger as the gravity of his words, what has he had done to October, what I had inadvertently done to her...

"What the fuck was it? WHAT did you put in there?"

"Amatoxin."

I wasn't familiar with the drug at all. "What the hell is that? What would it do to her?"

"Well, it could seriously fuck her up, kill her even, but don't worry. I didn't put very much in. The reasons I had to get that sandwich from her were two-fold. She's not supposed to eat at all, I told you that was part of her punishment, and I meant it. But she couldn't eat that whole thing or she would die. Amatoxin will attack your liver and kidneys, and she'll go into a coma she'll never wake up from."

He smiled at October's still form. "This is just a mini-coma. She'll probably wake up."

"She'll PROBABLY wake up? That's not good enough,"

My grip tightened around the piece of wood still behind my back. This was my only chance. Could I take the two of them on by myself? Did they both have guns? If I failed, we'd both be dead. He'd kill us for what I was about to do. I looked back at October's sleeping face. I had to try this; I had to do it for her. I made her a promise that I didn't intend to break. I would not let her die. "This is for you, baby." I muttered under my breath. I brought the piece of wood around to my front and gripped it with both hands, thus, revealing it.