Frank's POV


Everything around me slowly started to fade and blacken. I could hear my name being shouted through the door, but I couldn't tell if it was real, or just apart of some sick dream.

Mikey's POV

"Frank!" Me and Gerard alternated shouting. The bathroom door was locked, and I could hear slamming and falling coming from inside.
"Are you ok?" I cried. When there was no reponse, I started to get far more worried than I originally was. I could tell by his reaction, that I wasn't nearly as worried and scared as Gerard was. He was frantically crying, kicking and barging at the door. I suddenly had an idea of how to unlock the door.
I ran into the kitchen, grabbing a butter knife, bringing it back to the bathroom door, where I then shoved it in the small slit of the knob and unlocked the door. Gerard was the first one into the bathroom to see if Frank was ok.
"F-Frank! Talk to me! Are you ok?" Gerard cried, picking up Frank's limp body from the floor.
I saw movement in Frank's eyes, giving me a little hope of him being ok. His white shirt was soaked in blood, with surrounding blood around.
I heard a large, angered huff from Frank, his eyes soon flying open.

There was something different about him though.

His eyes. They were a raw white color. They looked as if they were staring into our souls.

Actually, that's exactly what they were doing.