Look at us, we messed up, and now we are sharing a cell. ( Frerard/Ferard )

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I don't think anyone has really read this story yet, but I'm too sad to sleep so hErEs aNothEr chAptEr-

Gerard POV

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Hah, I'm kidding, there's no clock here. I have no fucking idea what time or day it is, but I don't really care. There's no need for me to. Nothing matters anymore. But again, I don't care. I've been in prison for what, five years now? Wow, time flies when you're sitting on your ass on a wooden slab of a bed. Kidding, again. 

I presume that it's possibly close to three in the morning, seeing how dark it is, but then again I wouldn't know, obviously. God it's so boring here, nobody can ever fucking sleep anyways. I get up from the horrid excuse of a bed, stretching my limbs. I walk up to the cell bars, grasping them until my knuckles go white. "Ray?" I whisper-shout to the cell next to mine. Ray is cool, he's chill, and he doesn't care that I'm a murderer. Well probably because he's one too, but I'm worse than him.

"The hell do you want Gerard, it's the middle of the night."

I grin as I see part of his messy brown afro slipping past his own cell bars. "I don't know, I'm bored as fuck. How's life?"

"Boring. We literally spend too much time together for you not to know what I do."

"Oh yeah." 

I practically feel him roll his eyes at me, and I just cross my arms in response, going back to my shitty bed after I hear him leave the cell bars. Since there isn't anything else to do in this shithole until morning, I decide to think back to those nights, when I killed whoever I wanted whenever I wanted.

The blood.

The screaming.

The crying.

The begging.

Panic, fear, distress-

Oh, how I loved it. 

So what if man slaughter is my hobby, it's not like it ever hurt anybody.

Oh wait, actually that's false.

I laugh at my own dumb twisted joke, sighing quickly after. I'm a fucking psycho and I know it. I've never liked the human race, the disrespectful, grimy people. The only person I've remotely liked is Ray I guess, but then again, he murdered someone. 

There's a few times I actually worry for myself. Why am I so fucked up like this?

But for the most part, I just don't care.

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ejaiajakss okay sorry to whoever actually reads this, it's so bad-

But then again it's also 12:36 am right now

:')

Hopefully my writing will improve, sorry this is actually awful