☆Save Me☆ {Frerard Fanfic}

2: Skeet Skeet

Gracie's POV

Time slowed down. Everything seemed deadlier. It was strange not having Frank, Gerard or Amelia here with me. I still have Loki though, and I know Frank and Gee will come back, some day soon hopefully. I can't ever tell what day it is anymore, everything seems basic, bland and boring.

Until one day, I get word of a visitor. I turn up, as I never get visitors, expecting it to be Mum or something. But no, it was Gerard. "Gee!" I say, running up to him, hugging him. He holds me for a little bit longer. "We're gonna get Loki and you outta, here hang tight."  He whispers, so that the guards don't hear. I nod and we wave goodbye. Hopefully they can get me out sooner rather than later.

I keep wanting to talk to Amelia, but I know shes dead. Never to talk again. Never be seen again. Never laugh again. Never smile. Just dead. Now and forever. I know I can't change anything, but I cry, wanting my best friend back. I need to get out of here, its driving me insane. All these terrible memories that flood me as soon as the sun goes down. I cry a lot now, nobody really caring but Loki, he's always there to support me, it's nice, but it doesn't take my mind off of Amelia's death. For all I know any of us could be next, including Gerard, Frank or even Peter.

I just hope that Frank and Gerard hurry up with their plan making. I don't know how long I can stay in here for. My mind already creating illusions, and horrible thoughts. Sometimes I even think that I see Amelia, roaming the halls, looking for her old room. It scares me, but also gives me a strange sense if relief, thinking that she's alive. Please brain, stop hurting me in this way.