I stared up from Ray's body, directly at Mikey. I knew he felt bad for me and Frank, but I didn't know he felt this bad. I looked over at Frank, who was standing over by the curtained windows, absolutely shocked. Mikey had slowly just begun to lower the fun from his face, which was practically horrified.
I looked back down at Ray, who I was still on top of, but his dead eyes stared blankly into mine. Dead. I had the feeling of snapping at Mikey, but at the same time just simply hugging him. I knew he felt horrible. His face explains it all. I looked into his eyes, mouthing the word 'leave'. With tears shooting to his eyes, he dropped the gun and ran out the door.
I fumbled my hand around in my pocket, until finally pulling my phone out.
"Damn it!" I snapped as I noticed it was dead. "What the fuck are we going to do?"
"Well," Frank began. "You could start by getting off of him..."
"Frank! I don't have time for your stupid jokes! Seriously, what are we going to do?" Frank jumped back in horror. I sighed.
"Well, since you aren't going to speak, I guess I'll have to do all the fucking work here, even though it was your fault in the first place!" I reached my phone into Ray's pocket, in search of his phone. When I found it, I dialed 911, awaiting there arrival shortly after.

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I stormed home after the ambulance had picked Ray up, Frank shortly trailing behind. Once I got back home, I noticed that Mikey wasn't there, which I thought of as kind of a relief.
"I'm going to bed," I roared, storming off into my room.

Franks POV


I followed Gerard to his room, but got rejected as I got to the door.
"Sleep in the fucking hallway, you pig." He demanded, giving me a harsh slap to the face. "And don't fuck anything else up tonight." I snarled at the comment, because it really was Mikey who caused this. I was just protecting him.
"Did you just fucking snarl at me?" Gerard hissed. Oh shit. I'm dead now. "Come here." I did as I was told. I walked towards him into the room. He grabbed me by my hair and fiercely began slamming my head into the edge of the door, until blood began to stain it.
"Clean up that stain on the door, faggot," He shoved me out of the room. I held my head, which was in a lot of pain, and went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed paper towels. I got some wet, and quickly began running up the stairs and washing the door off. As I was scrubbing, I began to feel my head spin quite a bit, and my eyesight was getting blurry. I quickened my pace so I could hurry up and go to sleep.

"Goodnight," Gerard growled as he slapped the back of my head while I walked out. I fell to the floor where I would be sleeping, and quickly fell into a deep, painful, sleep.