All That's Left Of Yesterday
How did it feel when you held the knife that you stuck right in my back a thousand times?
Gerard's P.O.V.
All the anger I felt towards Frank is nothing compared to what I feel now. He fucked my little brother?! MY MIKEY!?! And now he's hurt him AGAIN! I just wanna kill that fucker!
"Mikey," I call after him. He stops, hand on the door to the car park.
"Sorry, Gee. I just had to get away from there." I look in his eyes and all I see is pain. He's always been venerable and it kills me seeing someone hurt him like this.
"I know, it's fine. I was just gunna say that I forgot my wallet. You go and wait in the car and I'll run back and get it." I throw him the keys but he looks uncertain. "Don't worry, I'll be quick." He seems to accept this and turns towards the car park.
When I get back to the room Frank is still sat there, just as I expected. I storm over but he appears to not notice me until I pick up the phone and yell into it.
"You stuck-up, selfish, fucking BITCH! How dare you hurt Mikey more? After everything you've already put him through! You'd better hope they extend your sentence or if not get on a plane to fucking Alaska as soon as you get out cause otherwise I'm going to FUCKING. KILL. YOU!" With that I walked off leaving Frank looking shocked and scared. He'd better be scared I he knows what's good for him. I'm actually surprised the security didn't kick me out. Probably enjoying the show.
I storm back to the car and before I can reach out to open the door I stand on something hard. I bend down to find a set of keys. My keys in fact. I look through the window of the car to find it's empty. I glance around but I can't see Mikey anywhere.
Frank's P.O.V.
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about what Gerard said. Should I be scared? Well I'm not. I'm angry. How dare he talk to me about hurting Mikey? I never made him cut himself until he passed out. I never deserted him in a time of need. I never left him so desperate that he thought death was the only way out.
Mikey's P.O.V.
I run. I just keep running, not thinking, just letting my feet guide themselves. Tears flood my face. I'm not really aware of anything, all I know is I can't go on like this. It feels like every time I become happy something happens to make me miserable again. It's like everything happens to me. I wish I had have just died from that bullet.
Frank's P.O.V.
I don't believe what Mikey said about not loving me, Gerard probably told him to say it. I wipe my tears away deciding that must be what happened. I stand to go out to the courtyard but two pairs of hands grab me. I turn to see that they belong to the guards who brought me. I suppose it's best not to struggle and just go with it so that's what I do. I soon find myself back at my cell. The guards throw me to the ground and stare down at me, laughing and I just I stay on the floor, looking back at them, confused.
"So, you're a faggot?" one of them says. I don't know what to say so I just shift backwards until I'm against the wall.
"You should all be locked up if you ask me. Like bloody animals. Or put down. Cause that's all you are. Fucking disease spreading vermin!" As he says this the other nods and kicks me square in the ribs. Pain bursts through my body as I gasp for air. The guards laugh again. I try to scream as they both start kicking me but nothing will come out.
After about a minute they stop. One just laughs and walks to the entrance of my cell but the other decides he's not done...
All the anger I felt towards Frank is nothing compared to what I feel now. He fucked my little brother?! MY MIKEY!?! And now he's hurt him AGAIN! I just wanna kill that fucker!
"Mikey," I call after him. He stops, hand on the door to the car park.
"Sorry, Gee. I just had to get away from there." I look in his eyes and all I see is pain. He's always been venerable and it kills me seeing someone hurt him like this.
"I know, it's fine. I was just gunna say that I forgot my wallet. You go and wait in the car and I'll run back and get it." I throw him the keys but he looks uncertain. "Don't worry, I'll be quick." He seems to accept this and turns towards the car park.
When I get back to the room Frank is still sat there, just as I expected. I storm over but he appears to not notice me until I pick up the phone and yell into it.
"You stuck-up, selfish, fucking BITCH! How dare you hurt Mikey more? After everything you've already put him through! You'd better hope they extend your sentence or if not get on a plane to fucking Alaska as soon as you get out cause otherwise I'm going to FUCKING. KILL. YOU!" With that I walked off leaving Frank looking shocked and scared. He'd better be scared I he knows what's good for him. I'm actually surprised the security didn't kick me out. Probably enjoying the show.
I storm back to the car and before I can reach out to open the door I stand on something hard. I bend down to find a set of keys. My keys in fact. I look through the window of the car to find it's empty. I glance around but I can't see Mikey anywhere.
Frank's P.O.V.
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about what Gerard said. Should I be scared? Well I'm not. I'm angry. How dare he talk to me about hurting Mikey? I never made him cut himself until he passed out. I never deserted him in a time of need. I never left him so desperate that he thought death was the only way out.
Mikey's P.O.V.
I run. I just keep running, not thinking, just letting my feet guide themselves. Tears flood my face. I'm not really aware of anything, all I know is I can't go on like this. It feels like every time I become happy something happens to make me miserable again. It's like everything happens to me. I wish I had have just died from that bullet.
Frank's P.O.V.
I don't believe what Mikey said about not loving me, Gerard probably told him to say it. I wipe my tears away deciding that must be what happened. I stand to go out to the courtyard but two pairs of hands grab me. I turn to see that they belong to the guards who brought me. I suppose it's best not to struggle and just go with it so that's what I do. I soon find myself back at my cell. The guards throw me to the ground and stare down at me, laughing and I just I stay on the floor, looking back at them, confused.
"So, you're a faggot?" one of them says. I don't know what to say so I just shift backwards until I'm against the wall.
"You should all be locked up if you ask me. Like bloody animals. Or put down. Cause that's all you are. Fucking disease spreading vermin!" As he says this the other nods and kicks me square in the ribs. Pain bursts through my body as I gasp for air. The guards laugh again. I try to scream as they both start kicking me but nothing will come out.
After about a minute they stop. One just laughs and walks to the entrance of my cell but the other decides he's not done...
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