Stockholm Syndrome (Frerard)

Hello Again, My Love

Gerard ran as fast as his feet would let him for what felt like hours through the darkness of the night. Hearing the sirens echoing through the neighborhood, most likely coming after him, made his heart race and his head dizzy. Every street corner he turned, he was convinced someone would be there to catch him.

Somewhere off in the distance he swore he even heard a fragile voice faintly calling out his name, but surely it was only Mikey trying to desperately persuade him into returning home for the millionth time. Even though he occasionally glanced back, now starting to regret having punched his own brother in the face, Gerard kept running.

Pretty soon, all the nonstop running was causing him to gasp out for breath. Despite having relaxed and slept all day, he was very exhausted and overwhelmed now. Spotting a nearby patch of forest at the end of the subdivision, he quickly made his way towards it, hoping he could take a short break to rest his legs in the trees' shadows. 

At that point, the sirens seemed to be dying down momentarily, so hopefully that meant the police weren't too close by anymore. With any luck, they may have taken a wrong turn or something, leading them further away. Taking the peaceful opportunity for himself, Gerard leaned up against a tree and sighed, trying to calm himself down so that he could think more clearly. Truthfully, he wasn't sure what he would do next. He could just kept on running and running, but where to? He had to eventually stop somewhere. 

"Maybe I really am as crazy and pathetic as Mikey thinks I am. Am I taking this whole thing too far?"

Before Gerard had the time to finish up his thoughts, there was a snapping sound near the entrance of the woods. The lack of light made it impossible for him to see what had caused the noise, but he wasn't going to take any chances. Instantly, Gerard took off sprinting again further into the woods, dodging trees and fallen branches to the best of his ability. There was no way he was going to trip and fall on one at the worst possible moment like everyone always did in the movies. 

With the sirens beginning to ring out loudly again, Gerard felt his head start to spin. This was all too much. Tears flooded down his cheeks as he went, wishing with all his heart that he would just magically wake up in that horridly cramped house with Frank again. Or even better, in his kitchen drinking coffee with Frank again that one day that had occurred weeks and weeks ago, so that he could say something different. He could change his mind about leaving. For if he didn't plan to leave to another country in the first place, the whole kidnapping situation may have never happened. Him and Frank could've maybe been together, without all the chaos...

However, thanks to the panic surging through him, those pleasant images of what was and what could have been were replaced by the memory of Frank getting shot over and over, until he fell to the dirt with a hard thump. That was the last time Gerard saw him... and possibly the last time he ever would.

Gerard couldn't take it anymore. He stopped running. Still crying, he covered his eyes with his hands as he stood in place, giving up. It didn't matter if he got caught anymore. His life was already a mess and would never be the same. 

Just then, there was the clear sound of leaves and twigs crunching under someone's shoes as they approached closer and closer. Gerard continued to weep, pretending everything would be okay. He knew it was a police officer, coming to arrest him for what he had done to Mikey. It didn't matter though. He didn't care if they took him. Not anymore. 

Finally looking up with his tear-soaked eyes, however, Gerard was surprised to not see anyone around him. He was still all alone in the middle of the now very still woods. 

"Wow, Mikey was right. I really have gone insane".

But, seemingly out of nowhere, a hand quickly covered Gerard's mouth from behind, while another pulled him backwards, up against whoever had grabbed him.