Something new.

The morgue

600 wrds

She sat in the back tapping her fingers to the beat of chop suey Gerard just lay against the back of franks seat, not breathing no moving.
They've been on the road for a couple hours since the kidnapping frank still don't know what the hell happened or who the hell he was anymore.
Teleportation? Shit man he was losing it he ran his hand through his hair.
"Has he moved yet?" He grunted danny was suppose to take watch of Gerard to see if his chest rose so they knew he was alive but nothing came to live.
Nada she shook her head She scooted closer to gerard and placed to finger to his pulse point on his neck, nothing.
Afraid she scooted back and shoved franks shoulder and put her thumb on her neck and ran it across "he's not dead." He shook his head she shook her head fast signaling he was very dead.
Frank now worried pressed on the gas hurting to get into a near stop in a dessert In the middle of no where he needed to know for himself.0_
danny placed her head softly against his chest searching for a beat a soft thud or anything at all. Nothing.
She gagged she wanted out she wanted to go home she wanted to go back to middle school before none of this weird shit ever existed.
She couldn't this was the norm constant death and questioning reality.
Frank swerved and cut off a Mini Cooper as he screeched the van to a stop and ran to the back swinging the doors wide open.
He saw Gerard his friend, his leader, his brother. Dead. It was his fault he could've gotten him out of the mob sooner he could've been more aggressive to the crowd to get him out.
He called his dead brother a prick. He felt tears swell up he whimpered and ran his sleeve over his eyes not daring to cry in front of this girl.
He hesitantly crawled into the van his arms and legs trembling making him slip danny tried to pick him up and help him "DO NOT TOUCH ME!" He screamed she froze She grabbed her bag and decided she needed to go.
Her dad always screamed and what usually followed was a hit, she cowered closer into the corner trying to invisible it usually worked.
He crawled and placed his head on his chest and waited.
Nothing.
He sobbed he grabbed the sides of Gerard and curled into a ball beside his brothers corpse.
danny placed a hand on his shoulders trying to comfort the sadden man he too was her friend, her mind replayed the memories she had of him she let a tear fall.
He slowly turned around to face her his teeth grinding together his eyes a very dark green he looked possessed.
"You. fucking. did. this." He snarled taken aback she put her hands and shook her head no.
She scooted across the van trying to escape him he was scary when angry and she wanted none of it, "yes. You did it all you whore sleeping with Pete when he was way older than you. You prostitute, that's right that all you truly are you're fucking worthless too. You killed him if you hadn't gotten yourself kidnapped he wouldn't be dead! So you deserve to be with him!" Frank shouted he grabbed a little pistol behind Gerard's back she was now shaking and crying she ran and fell out of the van.
She looked up at frank she was on her ass her hands scraped and clawed at by rocks her stomach and chest being pushed down causing asthma her bag was too heavy.
He was crazy his eyes big and wild his mouth filled with foamy spit "I never fucking loved you." He spat then slammed the door in her face.
That hurt, that hit hard never in a million years would she think that one of the people she loved would turn worse than the people after them.