The artist and Misunderstood (frerard)

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Wave's of pain racked over my body and through my head as my body regained conscious. I didn't dare to open my eyes since every move felt like I was going break into pieces. I knew I wasn't dead although it felt like that, I remember everything that happened making me whimper thinking about Gerard being taken away from me. 

I didn't want to wake up, I didn't want to face the fact that Gerard could be at Bert's place being felt up or even worse drugged from the psycho and his men, the thought made my skin crawl dangerously. 

I noticed the surface beneath me was softer than the blood stained concrete I was left to pass out on. Slowly opening my eye's wincing as sun light attacked my hung over eyes, I used an arm to shield my face before slowly trying to sit up but fell back down as waves of pain rolled over my ribs making me whine loudly. 

Finally scanning the area, I was now in a living room? On a couch of some random persons house, wait was this Bert's place, no it couldn't be since this place actually looked decent and nice. 

Voice's from what I assumed was the kitchen made me freeze and close my eyes again looking like I was asleep. I needed to get out of here and find my boyfriend but I can't since every move was deadly and my head felt like hammers were repeatedly smashing my skull in. 

"You didn't bother to clean up the blood?" A hushed voice echoed out making me tense up, Blood, oh my god am I in here with a murderer. What if they want to murder me, why would they need to clean up blood, maybe they have cut of my limbs and blood squirted everywhere in that case then yeah might be best to clean up. 

"Look I picked him up, took him here and went straight to bed, I wasn't going to sit there and clean up an unconscious body" A familiar voice rang up making me focus on who was speaking at the moment. Did this person know me and was making a choice to help me or did they just happen to walk pass me and not want to be seen near a almost dead guy. 

"Oh yeah thanks for telling me by the way, nothing better than coming down stairs seeing a bloody and bruised guy on my couch-in wet clothes" The first voice hushed out sarcastically. 

"Sorry" The familiar voice sigh sincerely.

Deciding to try and get up, I rolled on my side before forcing my self up, clenching my teeth and jaw from the pain, I pushed up with my arms feeling my eyes tear up as pain ripped through my body. I moved to quickly causing my head to spin and vision to go blurry for short moments, I was still shivering since my clothes were still a tad wet from last nights earlier events, you know before I was beaten to oblivion and my Gerard being dragged away by his neck. 

Finally sitting up I slumped against the arm of the counter before turning my eyes slowly until I faced the kitchen seeing two males facing each other before their gaze flicked over to mine. Relief washed over my mind seeing Mikey's hazel eyes and the guy from the music store the other week uh Ben no, Scott no, Peter wait Pete thats it, the eyeliner guy.

Mikey jumped when he noticed me staring before grabbing Pete's arm and dragging him over to where I laid/sat broken. Mikey dropped Pete's arm before standing in front of me before bending down so he kneeled in front of me making our face's level, his face looked soft and sad not his usual angry poker face, for once he actually seemed concerned about other people. 

"Hey, I found you last night at 2 in the freakin morning on the ground-surrounded by your own blood by the way" He informed me gazing over to Pete before back to me, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"What happened, I've been trying to call Gerard but he never fucking answered?" He spoke softly which I appreciated greatly since if he was any louder my head would throb to much. I furrowed my eyebrows replaying over the events last night, the image of Gerard's tear stained face as he was being dragged way made my heart clench, ribbons of pain shot through my chest making my lip quiver before biting it roughly, tasting the same metallic substance in my mouth once again.