(Gerards POV)•••I was at the door. I pulled the gun out of my pocket. I gently stroked the smooth,shiny surface. Its so beautiful...so dangerous..so deadly. One bullet and I could kill someone,just one. Slowly turning the door handle,I was surprised that it was already open,and I creeped inside. I saw him there,lying on the floor. And for a hopeful moment I thought,he might actually be dead already. But I wasn't stupid. He was clearly just drunk. But this made it easier. Much easier. Now I could kill him quickly,easily. I stroked the gun one last time and pulled the trigger. Bye,you evil horrible monster. I thought. And I also thought RIP Mikey,this is for you,after what this evil man has done. A sudden bang went off and I realized it was my own weapon. I ran out the back door -the front door was too risky- and I cut through peoples back gardens until I got to a familiar alleyway. Round the corner was my mums house,and she'd be out of work so I can collect my stuff. I knew I had to leave, it was too obvious it was me,I left too many clues around. Should've worn gloves. But its too late for that anyway,so I continued running to my house and I almost collapsed as I got there. I rushed upstairs and grabbed a big bag,filling it with clothes,money and food. I also brought a few bottles of water,and toiletries. I was ready. I set off back to the park and was greeted by an impatient frank iero.