The Feeling of Love and Terror

Chapter 5

Gerard's POV

That night, I slept with Frank. Now I know what you're thinking, and no, not in that way. I mean that I slept in Frank's room, in his bed, with him. I couldn't let go of him, I held him so tight the whole night. That episode, or whatever he had, I have never been so scared before in my life... No, not scared. Worried. Worried shitless!

I rubbed my eyes the next morning and looked beside me, and Frank wasn't there. I shot up out of bed in sort of a panic. "Hey Frank?" I said on my way to the bathroom. I knock on the door, and walk in, and he wasn't there. Oh my god, where is Frank?  "Frank?" I called out a little louder into empty space. Nothing. Silence. I'm starting to freak out, since his episode last night, I feared the worst. I ran into my room and checked my bed, no Frank. Checked my closet, nope, not there. I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off all around the upstairs. I checked every room, every closet, every door and cabinet. No Frank. "Frank! Where are you?!" I'm getting really worried because Frank usually leaves a note saying if he is going anywhere if I'm not aware of it. I sprint down the stairs, thinking hopefully he left it on the table or fridge. I round the corner to the kitchen. No one, no note, and no coffee in the coffee pot? At that point, I didn't even care about the coffee, I was just worried about Frank. I frantically look around and then right when I was about to run to our living room, I slip on the floor. I caught myself on the counter, but I looked down to see what it was. Its was a think red liquid, all over the floor... no, it couldn't be... "Frank's okay Gerard, this might just be him trying that new Kool-Aid hair dying thing everyone is talking about. Yeah, thats it." I feel the texture of it with my finger.  Blood.  I start to tremble and I'm having a hard time controlling my breathing. I have to hold myself up by clinging onto the counter top so I don't faint. "Ff...Ff... FRAAAAANNNNNK!?!?!" I get out with a shaky yell. I look over it and see it's a trail to something. I carefully follow it to the back of the house. Nothing is there, or no Frank at least, just a lot of blood.There is red streaks on the walls, and its splatted all along the flooring. I hear a moan, and I look to the back corner of the room... Frank! He is sprawled out on the floor in a corner. Blood all over on his nice white dress shirt, dripping down to his pants. There was blood on parts of his face and his hands were all red... and what I saw in Frank's hand... a knife? Why would he do this? He wouldn't do this. I stare at the most fragile, beautiful creture I have ever layed eyes upon, now covered in blood, and broken. I gasp for air out loud and see Frank's eyes start to flutter open. "FRANK!" I run over to him and push his body against mine, while he layed in my arms. Not caring about all the blood, I put my cheek against his forehead, and one of my free hands applying pressure on the knife wound right underneath his ribcage. I was hoping it would have been a nice cut, but it wasnt. It was jagged and was at least, almost hand deep. "YOU'RE GONNA BE OK! YOUR GONNA BE OK! DAMMIT FRANK, DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! DONT. YOU. DARE!!" I didn't mean to yell, but I couldn't help it! Frank looked up at me with his precious eyes, his sparkle slowly starting to fade away and with an expression that was going blank. I panically look around for the phone. Its on the table right next to me. I reach for it, and I'm just 3 inches short. I reach as far as I can, stretch my fingers as long as they can go, and I can't reach it. "DAMMIT!" I'm trying so hard to get the phone while clinging onto Frank, but suddenly... I feel Franks body going limp, I turn, and Frank's eyes are closed. His expression blank, his skin white, and a single tear going down his cheek. "No.... No... NO! FRANK! FRANK!!" I start shaking him and as I try to open his eyes, they wont stay open. "Frank, don't die on me! Frank..... FRANK! LISTEN TO ME! FRANK! Frank.. Fra... Fr" My breaths are getting shorter and shorter. I can't breathe. I start hyperventilating and sobbing my eyes out. "Frank!" I manage to let out a good scream with the only good breath I had... "FFFRRRRAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNK!!!" 

"Gerard!" I hear someone yell from a distance. My body starts to sway and as I grow weak, everything starts to go black... "Gerard!" they say again, but I feel someone shaking me. They had a tight grip on me, one on my shoulder, the other on my hand. "GERARD!"