Frank: gUYS
Ray: wHAT
Beebo: yO
Frank: I think I found his jacket
Mikey: what? Where are you?
Frank: near the lake
Mikey: we'll be there soon
Ryro: o shit
Patrick: are you sure it's his jacket?
Frank: yes.
Frank: he got it custom made, limited edition.
Pete: i hope he's okay oh god
Mikey: so do I.
Pete: Frank, we're around the corner
Frank: thank god.
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The jacket definitely was Gerard's, and that didn't give Mikey hope. It just made him terrified. It was found in the lake. Not on the side. Frank had to try his best to fish it out with a stick.
When Mikey and Pete saw Frank sat there leaning against a tree, looking as lifeless as ever, Mikey immediately ran over, Pete quickly following behind.
Mikey immediately gasped as he saw Frank. He lay limp, propped up against the tree. Purple and red bruises littered his throat in the shape of fingerprints. There was blood trickling slowly out of his mouth, dripping off his jaw and splashing onto the pale skin of his neck. Some of the bruising had now been covered in blood that had fell. The metallic smell of blood was so strong it started making them feel ill.
Mikey began backing away from Frank's limp form, muttering something under his breath that wasn't loud enough to translate. Bravely, Pete bent down next to Frank's body, lifting his wrist up and checked for a pulse in the hopes that there would be one, that Frank was alive and well, but that would be a miracle. And miracles don't happen to people like them.
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