dyscatastrophe

guns (gerard)

mikey and i went to frank's house yesterday. i'd like to think of him as someone who's there for me and is willing to tell me things, but unfortunately for now, he's just my little brother's best friend. he still doesn't quite talk to me the way he does to mikey, but that's kind of expected when you've only known someone for a week.

frxnk: tell mikey to fucking come over he isn't answering his phone

gee: ok

gee: he can't

frxnk: what why not

gee: elena's making him work

frxnk: work? wtf

gee: he has homework

frxnk: when will he be finished

gee: he hasn't done it all week and it's due tomorrow so it may take a while sorry

frxnk: oh

frxnk: so do you maybe wanna come over?

gee: sure

frxnk: you know the address right

gee: yeah

frxnk: alright

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i hopped up off my bed and frantically searched for my shoes, forcing them onto my feet when i had retrieved them from the hallway closet. i huffed as i went downstairs, phone in hand, and yelled into the living room, "mikey! elena! i'm going out. see you soon." i stepped out the door and the wind immediately blew my hair out of my face. shit. i don't like my face, and i'm allowed to say that 'cause it's my fucking face.

i paced quickly down the sidewalk, avoiding eye contact with the man on the other side of the street. i passed behind an auto repair store when i noticed this man seemed to be following me. i walked faster, and his footsteps ceased. i breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down a bit.

i was caught completely off guard when he tackled me to the ground and pointed a gun to my head, execution-style. i recognized it as  a .357 Magnum due to the fact that my father had one when i was a kid. he used that gun to shoot my mother, then he shot himself soon after. my vision started to blur. i had no idea what was going on.

before i knew it, i was choking back tears. "p-please. im-im begging you, please, don't do it."

he just glared at me and pushed the barrel against my head, holding the gun in his hand even firmer.

"don't take me alive."

he backed up a bit, but pinned me to the ground. "what?" he growled. his voice was deep and gravelly. he was a smoker. an alcoholic, maybe.

"it's not worth it."

he let go of me before forcefully kicking me in the ribs. he kicked my head, muttering somthing i couldn't understand. i couldn't see anymore. my head was pounding. he grunted and then just simply left. i had no idea what to do. i had no idea what to think. i had no idea how to react, or what to say. i didn't have the slightest idea of what just happened or why it happened. i didn't even know the man who'd just nearly killed me. i decided to just lie there and stare up at the sky, letting the tears fall from my eyes.

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by the time i finally stood up, i realized how close i was to frank's house. i also realized the sharp pain coming from my left ribs. my face was hot, and it was hard to breathe. i still hadn't fully calmed down, but i couldn't fucking care less. i had to see frank. i needed help.

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i stumbled up the few stairs that led up to frank's porch, nearly falling along the way. i knocked on the door and waited for a few seconds before he answered it. "gerard! what happened?" he examined my face. "who did that to you? gerard, talk to me, please!"

"don't worry about it." i collapsed into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. i just leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around me as everything went black.

{i'm a stitch away from making it and a scar away from falling apart}

                 {the (after) life of the party-fall out boy}