Live Through This ---Frerard Fanfiction

Chapter Nine: The Sharpest Lives

<<AN>> I apologize for not updating very quickly. I've lost a lot of motivation lately, but we will try to make more frequent updates <</AN/>

Frank's POV

 

        I knew now what had happened; where I was. ‘This is hell, isn’t it?’ I thought.

“It is.” the handsome blonde man from before confirmed.

More thoughts flooded through my head, until a single one unraveled them all. I could think. Nothing was blocking it out anymore. ‘Are you setting me free?’ I directed the thought at the  blonde man. Through the pitch black, I knew it was him. It’s strange how that works. I can’t feel a single thing. After the deep, stabbing pains, the devil let me rest.

“No, no, my dear Frankie.” He chuckled almost maniacally. “You just passed your first layer. My apologies for the lack of festive party poppers and confetti. Only twelve more to go. Aren’t you excited?”

‘Wh-what? Why twelve more…?’ I tried hard not to stutter, but it slipped through. I had no idea what he had in store for me, and that just might’ve been the most terrifying thing of all.

“You sinned!” his voice boomed, sending chills through my spirit, making him laugh. “You sinned.. so you must pay.” he whispered.

I almost slapped myself for whimpering. I should’ve, showing weakness wouldn’t help anything..

“If you need a bit of reminding.. here is what you are guilty of:” he cleared his throat loudly. “Self abuse, anger, backbiting, banqueting, bitterness, blasphemy, burying talents, chambering, corrupt communications, covetousness, defiling the body, dishonesty, and  disobedience to parents.” he rattled off almost cheerfully.

I nearly puked. He couldn’t be serious.

“Oh, but I am serious, Frank. Very serious indeed. Now.. We will begin shortly with layer two. I made sure to mix things up so you wouldn’t get bored. You have finished your punishment for bitterness. Now, face the rest of your filthy sins. Goodbye, Mr. Iero.”

He was gone. I could sense his presence lift from the room as the pressure dropped firmly on my shoulders.

“Phase Two” a sickly sweet voice announced. I braced myself for not being able to breathe, for anything like before. But, what came, I did not expect.

I could make out a faint yellow light in the distance, illuminating a frail woman with a long, dark brown ponytail tossed over her shoulder. A costumey nurses uniform fit snugly around her hips. and her cleavage was nearly bursting out of her cream coloured top. She leaned over an old wooden desk, scribbling on a piece of paper. I had to see what she was writing. I needed to know why she was here, and if she could maybe even help me out of here. I stood up shakily, happy to see my body back as it was. A thermal burgundy shirt clung to my sweaty chest, and the cuffs of my jeans brushed against my heels as I walked. It seemed like the more I walked, the farther I got to the nurse. She kept drifting farther and farther away. Eventually, I started to jog, running after her. I pumped my arms and took long, dragging breaths, pushing myself to run faster, but to no avail. She clapped her bony hands, the light blowing out suddenly. Darkness prevailed once again. It surrounded me, closed in, and engulfed me. It was an inky ocean, and I was drowning in it.

“Hello!” I called, desperation clutching at my high strung vocals.

Something hard hit my head and puttered to the ground. My head stung and throbbed, and I lifted a hand to rub at it. I reached to the ground and ran my hand over the smooth surface, searching for the something that had hit me. Finally my fingers closed around something small and rough. I picked it up and turned it over in my hand. The cold, jagged edges ran over my skin, leaving tiny scratches wherever it touched. Through the darkness, I could tell what I was holding. A rock, gravel. I thought maybe the nurse had thrown it at me, but I never found out.