The Screaming Hope
You also have Love. But it can be abominable sometimes...
Frank’s POV
This is not happening. This CAN’T be happening.
He’s not dead. He’s faking it.
He’s holding his breath and he did stop his pulse so I think he's dead.
Wait…
It’s physically impossible to stop something like that!
What I’ve done?
My Gerard, my love…
It’s his fault! His. Fucking. Fault! He didn’t have to annoy me like that! He is completely aware of the sensitive things not to do and he still crossed the line!I don’t give a fucking fuck, what is happening to him right now is completely because of him!
I kneel next to his body: he bathes in a small pool of his blood. He just… lies here, motionless.
You can now experience what I had to handle when you pushed me against this metal wall’s corner!
No. I must not react this way. He loves me. I remember clearly the day he told me.
[Flashback: Frank and Gerard, 22 and a half )
It is literally taking all my composure to not explode.
I’m clearly feeling all my boiling blood reaching my brain.
It just reaches it.
Now, I’m unstoppable.
I grab Gerard’s hair and I bring him to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
He deserves what is going to happen to him. I don’t feel an ounce of guilt about what I'm going to make him suffer.
In a certain way, he wants me to make him suffer. Or else, he wouldn’t have called the fucking police.
Yes, he stole my phone to call 17.
He’s masochistic. I don’t see another explanation for this. He wants me to hurt him.
Well. I’m not gonna hurt him.
I’m going to let him know the taste of death. That’s fucking worse.
I turn the cold tap on, fixing the plug in place and letting the tub fill up. When it does, I turn the tap off and drag Gerard over to the tub. I fist his hair and hold his wrists together with my other hand and plunge his head under the freezing cold water.
I just watch in wonder if Gerard decided to cooperate now.
Well, I don’t think so, since this coward is squirming and splashing in an attempt to break free. I wrench Gerard back and the boy come up, gasping and making obscene noises as he gulp down the air.
Not satisfied yet, I shove his head back under the water, again… And again.
I know his lungs are burning, his head is numb. I know he is trying his best to keep his mouth closed, his best to hold his breath.
I know he is struggling, he is on the verge of passing out.
Just 5 more seconds.
One…
Squirming.
Two…
Squirming. And squirming.
Three…
Choking underwater.
Four…
He stops moving. He’s faking obviously.
Five. The water gradually turns red.
This is not happening. This CAN’T be happening.
He’s not dead. He’s faking it.
He’s holding his breath and he did stop his pulse so I think he's dead.
Wait…
It’s physically impossible to stop something like that!
What I’ve done?
My Gerard, my love…
It’s his fault! His. Fucking. Fault! He didn’t have to annoy me like that! He is completely aware of the sensitive things not to do and he still crossed the line!I don’t give a fucking fuck, what is happening to him right now is completely because of him!
I kneel next to his body: he bathes in a small pool of his blood. He just… lies here, motionless.
You can now experience what I had to handle when you pushed me against this metal wall’s corner!
No. I must not react this way. He loves me. I remember clearly the day he told me.
[Flashback: Frank and Gerard, 22 and a half )
It is literally taking all my composure to not explode.
I’m clearly feeling all my boiling blood reaching my brain.
It just reaches it.
Now, I’m unstoppable.
I grab Gerard’s hair and I bring him to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
He deserves what is going to happen to him. I don’t feel an ounce of guilt about what I'm going to make him suffer.
In a certain way, he wants me to make him suffer. Or else, he wouldn’t have called the fucking police.
Yes, he stole my phone to call 17.
He’s masochistic. I don’t see another explanation for this. He wants me to hurt him.
Well. I’m not gonna hurt him.
I’m going to let him know the taste of death. That’s fucking worse.
I turn the cold tap on, fixing the plug in place and letting the tub fill up. When it does, I turn the tap off and drag Gerard over to the tub. I fist his hair and hold his wrists together with my other hand and plunge his head under the freezing cold water.
I just watch in wonder if Gerard decided to cooperate now.
Well, I don’t think so, since this coward is squirming and splashing in an attempt to break free. I wrench Gerard back and the boy come up, gasping and making obscene noises as he gulp down the air.
Not satisfied yet, I shove his head back under the water, again… And again.
I know his lungs are burning, his head is numb. I know he is trying his best to keep his mouth closed, his best to hold his breath.
I know he is struggling, he is on the verge of passing out.
Just 5 more seconds.
One…
Squirming.
Two…
Squirming. And squirming.
Three…
Choking underwater.
Four…
He stops moving. He’s faking obviously.
Five. The water gradually turns red.
Notes
I've changed some things, and I advise you to read everything from the beginning or else you won't understand :(
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3/7/14