Minutes to midnight
Chapter two
"Um, Gerard?" I yelled in shock, hoping to wake him up.
"What?" He groaned in response, rising from the bed.
"D-do you notice something here?" Gerard got up from the bed and walked over to the open shirt drawer.
"What do you mean?" He asked. "Those are just regular shirts nothing on them or anything." He lifted up a couple shirts to show me that there really wasn't anything there.
"But... There were just blood stains on every one of them!" I looked again, but they were all clean, just as before.
"Like I said. I think you need more sleep. Now if you excuse me, I need a little more myself." Without another word, Gerard was back in bed, and covered with thin blankets.
-Gerard's POV-
I didn't know what Frank's problem was. I'm sure it wasn't lack if sleep, I just told him that so he wouldn't feel too scared.
After a little bit of sleeping, I finally awoke again, joining Frank on the couch. I looked at the little black moth fluttering around the window, wondering why Frank hadn't killed it already.
"You alright, Frank?" I asked, knowing he hasn't been himself lately.
"I don't know... I've been hearing these voices in my head a lot lately. Not to mention the occasional noises I hear in the basement all the time at midnight."
"Remember what I told you? You need more sl-"
"No, Gee! I don't! I'm getting enough sleep, but these things keep occurring! Sleep is not helping me!" I was quite surprised that Frank had snapped at me like that. Its not normal for him
to usually yell like that.
"Look," he sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired of hearing the same things all the time."
"It's alright. I understand. Now how about we continue this upstairs?"
I lifted him up like a three year old, kissing his soft lips all the way up the stairs. I sat down on the bed, Frank now sitting on my lap, and our hands clasped together. As our lips still moved together, I began to slowly taking off Franks shirt, throwing it over his head. I pushed him under me on the bed, and helped him throw off my shirt.
It was when I was about to throw off his pants, when I heard a dreaded scream from downstairs.
"Shit, I'll be right back." I ran downstairs and into the kitchen where I had heard the scream. There was a large pile of blood on the floor, along with a knife.
"FRANK! I NEED YOU!"
"What?" He groaned in response, rising from the bed.
"D-do you notice something here?" Gerard got up from the bed and walked over to the open shirt drawer.
"What do you mean?" He asked. "Those are just regular shirts nothing on them or anything." He lifted up a couple shirts to show me that there really wasn't anything there.
"But... There were just blood stains on every one of them!" I looked again, but they were all clean, just as before.
"Like I said. I think you need more sleep. Now if you excuse me, I need a little more myself." Without another word, Gerard was back in bed, and covered with thin blankets.
-Gerard's POV-
I didn't know what Frank's problem was. I'm sure it wasn't lack if sleep, I just told him that so he wouldn't feel too scared.
After a little bit of sleeping, I finally awoke again, joining Frank on the couch. I looked at the little black moth fluttering around the window, wondering why Frank hadn't killed it already.
"You alright, Frank?" I asked, knowing he hasn't been himself lately.
"I don't know... I've been hearing these voices in my head a lot lately. Not to mention the occasional noises I hear in the basement all the time at midnight."
"Remember what I told you? You need more sl-"
"No, Gee! I don't! I'm getting enough sleep, but these things keep occurring! Sleep is not helping me!" I was quite surprised that Frank had snapped at me like that. Its not normal for him
to usually yell like that.
"Look," he sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired of hearing the same things all the time."
"It's alright. I understand. Now how about we continue this upstairs?"
I lifted him up like a three year old, kissing his soft lips all the way up the stairs. I sat down on the bed, Frank now sitting on my lap, and our hands clasped together. As our lips still moved together, I began to slowly taking off Franks shirt, throwing it over his head. I pushed him under me on the bed, and helped him throw off my shirt.
It was when I was about to throw off his pants, when I heard a dreaded scream from downstairs.
"Shit, I'll be right back." I ran downstairs and into the kitchen where I had heard the scream. There was a large pile of blood on the floor, along with a knife.
"FRANK! I NEED YOU!"
This is so fuckin cool! Are you going to update? X
4/29/14