The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

.:XXVI:.

"You still have marks on your neck"

"Yes I'm aware Gerard thankyou" 

Gerard thought now would be the appropriate time to point out the marks he had littered my skin with a night or two ago, they haven't faded one bit and you get weird looks from strangers that fill the streets when you walk pass them since they can clearly see love bites to the naked eye. 

We were in the old metal box aka the elevator up to his loft. The ride up felt like two thousand years descending to hell but he promised once we got into his loft he'd tell me what I needed to know, which I do since I had just knocked Bert the fuck out and Gerard supposedly thinks he'll be after me since he "Never" forgives. I wasn't sure if I should feel worried, angry, anxious or utter bored with the whole situation. 

As the door of the elevator opened up revealing his door I felt my face pale as did Gerard's. Stepping out of the metal box up to his door, there was a note attached to the wooden door that had been opened by slight damaged to the lock. Reading the note made me feel sick.The note read: 

Just taking everything I own but I'll collect my last possession soon enough

I tore my gaze from the note up to Gerard who seemed to be frighten from beyond, his eye wide, pupils blown almost fully to the point where his crystal hazel iris's could no longer be found. 

"What does he mean Gee?" I asked softly but gained no answer from the pissed of artist.

He crumbled the note in his hand before pushing his door open letting out a yell of anger.

"Fuck!" 

Stepping in behind him I swear I could have died off anger and sadness. Spread out through his loft was shards of glass, tipped over chairs, his bed side table had been striped from his draws but the thing that made me the most angry was the now smashed and beaten black acoustic that laid out against the ground, the finger board was snapped and the strings broken.  

Gerard walked off further into the apartment over to the tripod that laid flat against the floor but beside it was his beautiful camera that didn't look to pretty any more. He bent down on his knees picking up the camera before sitting down on the back of his heels inspecting the lens.

"Fucker smashed it" He whispered just loud enough for me to hear. I walked over to the saddened artist and sat beside him. The lens was smashed and the screen was cracked all over.Gerard used this camera for everything and almost every day now it was broken.

"Why would he do this?"

"It's Bert, the fucker is clearly angry now ain't he" He snapped glaring at me darkly with his now cold eyes, standing up picking the tripod up along with him, placing the camera down he stomped off to the bathroom but didn't shut the door, Series of loud bangs and slams arose from the bathroom but I didn't dare to enter. I just stood at his desk, guilt lacing around in my chest like ribbons, this had happen because of me, I had pissed him off and he took it out on Gerard.

Peering up through my eyelashes, Gerard exited the bathroom tugging at his hair, shoving passed me he went directly to the draws throwing everything out of the way digging through the draws that laid on the ground but what ever he was looking for clearly wasn't there any more making him even angrier. 

"Fucking cunt!" Now that word that fell from his lips made me jump since I never in a millions years thought that would come out of him.

Now Gerard isn't usually an angry guy, he's usually quiet and keeps to him self but this side of Gerard worried me slightly, the look in his eyes made a murder look soft and squishy. I felt my self swallow thickly as he stood up and made his way over to me.