Never Coming Home

Trigger Happy

A/n: wow it's been a month... sorry

"So we're doing this today?" Gerard heard Josh say through the cans. There were three cans in Gerard's room, one for every pair of people. They had been planning their escape for days. With the absence of Frank, planning his escape was the only thing that filled the deafening silence of Gerard's room. The main plan, he hoped, would work. If not, there was a plan b-z. There should be no fail.

"Yes." Gerard answered. The boy felt funny. His chest felt empty and his legs felt numb. His head was full of thoughts that he wouldn't dare allow to surface. Not now... Not yet.

"What if something goes wrong?" Ryan piped in.

Gerard sighed, his thighs shaking ever so softly. "I got it all planned."

"I'm scared.." Haley admitted with a quivering voice.

"This is for the best, hun." Ryan responded, his voice so sweet and smooth that it could be compared to honey dripping off the comb.

Gerard backed away from his can. He knew everyone was asking more questions, but he couldn't stop the trickle of tears that came from his eyes.

Don't think about it.

Don't think about it.

"Fuck... I miss you, Fra-ank." He whimpered to himself. "I'm so sorry I let you down..." He paused, roughly wiping the tears from his eyes. "I was a coward. I didn't fight for you, in fact, I fought you. I... I never got to apologize. I never got to say goodbye..." Gerard sucked in a breath. "I loved you... I adored you. Every inch of your beautifully tainted skin, your hazel eyes, your soft smile. Fuck. I-I'm so fucking sorry."

The boy wrapped his lanky arms around his torso, pulling his knees to his chest. It wasn't fair, the life he was living. He just wanted to be happy.

"We're doing this now." Gerard spoke suddenly, pulling the silver can to his mouth. He no longer cared about his hoarse voice or his red eyes. He no longer cared if he lived or died, but he was getting those people out. Even if it killed him. "Be ready in two."

Quickly, Gerard pulled his can from the string and crushed it in between his palms. The metal dented, revealing a sharp point. The boy the pried the metal apart, tearing the skin of his fingers in the process. He didn't care.

Once the boy was finished, he had an aluminum blade... of sorts. It wasn't anything fancy, but with the right force, it could cause significant damage. It shouldn't come to that, though. It was the last on the list of plans. 

Gerard placed the blade in the crook of his back where the elastic band of his boxers could hold it in place.

It's happening.

They're getting the hell out.

Gerard opened his door, nodding to the others who peeked their eyes from the small slots in their doors. Gerard realized that, besides Brendon and Ryan, the others haven't stepped out of their rooms in... oh god.. how long has it been?

Gerard blinked. Five days. A business week. A week that felt like an eternity.

"I don't know if I can do this" Jenna whispered, her knees shaking.

Tyler wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bowing his head to meet her eyes. "It's gonna be okay.." he whispered, clutching his blade so hard that Gerard feared his palm would start dripping with blood. "We're all gonna make it out of here."

The man took a step forward. This was the most confident Gerard had ever seen him.

Tyler's friend, Josh, also stepped ahead, being the most built out of the group. Josh was the brawn of the plan. But again, it was just for emergencies.