Gerards POV
time: unknown
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"Hello" I screamed into the darkness. its cold. "hello...anyone!" I yelled again sobbing and shivering. I just want to be home cuddling Frank with Mikey and Ray not to far. My knees hit wherever the floor was. whats happening ? I sobbed into my hand, I wonder if i'm dead...I hope so.
a warm hand rest itself on my shoulder. Its Frank id know the feeling anywhere. My head shot up, but Frank wasn't there. no one was. a soft"what?" slipped past my confused lips . I still felt the warmth on my shoulder .lips connected to my temple. my eyes flutter shut falling into the love. until it moved to my right hand . I felt tears fall down my cheeks. I want to go home. i closed my eyes or it felt like i did it must have been hours that felt like minutes that felt like seconds before a women's voice spoke softly in front of me I opened my eyelids to see a beautiful girl.
she wore black stockings with red bows on top. her shoes were once white, but now stained red. her dress was shorter than the stockings it was fluffy below the corset her body was thin and curvy. her skin was pale. Her hair was blonde and hung messily just above the shoulder. her eyes had this dark red eye shadow with flecks of gold.
"hello." she spoke her voice sounded familiar , distant, and cold.
" who are you?" My voice was shaking. She laughed.
" Idiot... you think one would have figured it out by now ." she looked at her blood stained hands, the blood fresh, and she wiped them on her dress. " Still don't know?" she was so beautiful. she hurts.
" I-I don't know. wheres Frank? and Mikey, what about Ray? Whats going on?" tears threatened to spill but I held them in.
" well Gerard. I am Gerard. not exactly you. but everything you fear. i figured you would recognize me ." she smiled and turned her head sideways. bitch. " And with the man who you are gay for and he is clearly gay for you. i would tell you but where is the fun in that." She smirked
" is he here." who is this bitch. she seems so perfect but its making me angry.
" well...no,but yes." she laughs and before i know it she has her hands on my neck.
" Stah-stah-stop, p-p-please I can't bu-bu-breathe." I stutter, i haven't stuttered since, i blush to myself,since the day i met him. ew gay...gay Gerard
"Awe" She? I never had a second to think. she? him? no, it. it turns it's head like a confused puppy " is you stutter back Gee?"
"n-n," i pause and swallow the lump in my throat,and squeeze the warm feeling in my hand. " No."
"wa-wa-what." it spits. The hand, Franks hand, leaves mine.empty and alone are close to how he leaves me. my face is wet i can tell, i just didn't know I was crying . it lets go of my neck and suddenly i can breathe. I fall to the ground or...well wherever the hell i landed it was clear. it was dominant of my ass. i close my eyes ready for a kick to the stomach like all the high school bullied did when they finished.when i open them it is gone.
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I bury my face into my knees, who was that? where is Mikey ? Where is Frank? God if frank was here i would hug him, like a dog when he sees his own who just returned from the war. of course id be the soldier, im no where near as cute as a joyful dog.
Okay, but where on actual butt fuck am I? like am i just floating in this black space? Think Gerard. whats the last thing you remember.
1.) Mad at Frank.
2.)slamming the door like a child
I grab the bridge of my nose and let the tears fall. the last thing i said to Frank was "fuck you". i began to hit my forehead with my knee. in attempt to wake myself up is what i tell myself , saying it because im a stupid stupid ass whose gay-in the closet- for frank and that makes me sexually frustrated would cause a big mind boggle and id have to think about my emotions and right know i need to leave and apologize to Frank .
What if i never make it home? What if i am dead, im his rock he said so please no. if he...no no no what is said whatever the hell happened. he cant take this i need to be there.
I start to scream and i feel tied down I arch my back trying to free myself my screams get louder the harder I try. My body hurts my hands are closed so tight it brings pain. Im closer to frank and i feel it . the pain i feel is real. i stop. My breathing slows and the screams of pain stop. what was that?
" stop please im begging you please Gee its me. Stop! please Gee stop! Im here i wont leave...shh"
Frank and beeb,beeb,beeb.pause.beeb,beeb,beeb. My heart rate . my hair.
I'm alive.
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Im really sorry for the terrible writing, i a m s o b a d a t i t
Welp rip me and my depressing shit self .
anywhore i have a spotify playlist made for this fic. and its better than the actual fic
literally called it'Through The Toughest Times' by Neveah Cothard so yeah go check it out
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