Take Me Away (Frerard)

"Shit, Frankie, wake up!" Mikey shoves me off the couch and I roll onto the floor with a groan.

"What the fuck Mikey?" I ask as I sit up on the ground.

"Did my mom come home last night?" he asks frantically.

"No?" I shrug.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Where could she be?" he closes his eyes taking deep breaths.

"Jeez, Mikes, do you need an inhaler?" I ask.

"I DON'T HAVE ASTHMA!" he bellows and I cowl.

"Okay, okay. Maybe she's just working late and forgot to call?" I offer as an excuse.

"Pass me your cellphone dude?" he asks and I dig through my pockets.

"I must have left it in my room or something. I don't see it here!"

"Jesus H. Christ Frankie! What are we going to do?" he huffs and takes a seat next to me.

"Where's your phone?" I question.

"In the car...I think." he answers and I pat his back.

"It's okay. I'm sure she'll walk through that door soon." I console and he places his head on my lap.

"Sorry for waking you up so early man." he mumbles and I shrug again.

"What time is it Mikey?"

"Uh, maybe 6 in the morning?" he replies and I scowl.

"THIS ISSUE COULDN'T WAIT?" I screech and he covers his ears.

"Just sleep now." he mutters and closes his eyes.

I sit on the floor with Mikey's body draped across my lap. I try closing my eyes but too many thoughts are
rushing through my head. How was I going to get Gerard out of that place? My thoughts drift back to my
mother. I had to help her too. Then I suddenly remember; I have a shit load of my birthday and Christmas
money saved up from over the years. That should be sufficient enough to rent out a small motel room for
me and Gee, maybe even my mother. I scoot out from under Mikey and replace my lap with a pillow. He
snores and rolls over but doesn't wake up. I look around to the cable box in the corner of the room to read
the time. 6:15, perfect. I sneak to the bathroom, get changed and washout my mouth before tiptoeing to
the front door where I find Mikey's car keys hanging from a hook on the wall. I slip out the front door and
to the drive way. A shiny Volvo was waiting for me and I hop in, starting the engine.

The drive to the Institute wasn't too bad, probably because the roads were clear of other cars. I pull into
the parking lot and park the car. Stepping out, I suddenly realize how cold it is outside. Some of the
employes are just arriving and so I decide to try to sneak in with them. I pull the grey hoodie I'm wearing
over my head and get behind one of the staff members. I file in with ease and duck behind a tall plant as
soon as I get it. Luckily, the woman who works at the front desk isn't here yet. I sneak down a hallway,
past the front desk and to the elevator. Stepping in, I hit a floor number and wait until I reach my
destination. Once I hear the ding of the elevator, I step out and once again, make my way down a hall. I
finally find myself standing before Gerard's room. There's no way that this could be so easy.

"Frank?" a voice calls out to me, and I was right.

I turn around slowly and come face to face with Lindsey.

"What?" I ask casually.

"What do you think you're doing here?" she asks in angry shock.

"I was just...just..."

"I know what you were doing." she spits and grabs my arm, yanking me back towards the elevators.

"I don't think you understand Lindsey. I...I need to see him." I plead and she shakes her head.

"You can't see him." she responds.

"I know visitors time isn't now but please, just for a mom-"

"No!" she have shouts, "You can't see him because he's been put into isolation."

"What? WHY?!?" I ask in outrage.

"After his little outburst yesterday, we had to as a safety precaution." she shrugs and I glare at her.

"Where's isolation?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"Down in ward 5, room 239." she answers nonchalantly.

"Oh?" I ask and she pushes me into the elevator hitting the down button.

I stand in anger as I watch the lights tell me what floor we are currently on. Once we pass ground level I
turn and face Lindsey.

"You passed the entrance." I say and she stays silent, "Where are you taking me?" I ask.

The elevator dings and the doors open. A sign on a bar door reads:

"Ward 5 Isolation of the Mentally Insane."

"Ward 5...?" I ask dumbfounded.

"Room 239." she whispers and I look at her.

"Why are you doing this?" I whisper.

"Doing what?"

"Helping me." I say.

"I like Gerard." she answers calmly.

"You're really helping me?" I ask in shock.

"No. I'm helping Gerard. I don't like you, but I like him and you're the only person who seems to care
enough about him. I want him out." she shrugs and I open my mouth.

"Wha...why don't you do it yourself?"

"They'd suspect me first Frank. Now get your ass out of the elevator before someone notices I'm
missing!" she hisses and I step out, turning around to see her before the doors close again.

"239!" she calls out through the closing gap between the elevators metal doors and I nod.

*

"239..." I whisper to myself as I stalk down the dark hall of prison cells. Literally prison cells.

"Gerard?" I call out softly, squinting in the dark.

Some of the other patients rattle the bars and reach their arms and hands out trying to grab me. I shriek
and jump back.

"Gerard!" I shriek and someone groans in my ear.

"Come here!" a voice screams and I shudder as I pair of hands grab my wrist.

"Let me go!" I scream in horror and try to yank free, "Help! Help!" I shout, not caring if I get caught
anymore.

"Get me out of here!" the raspy voice screams at me and I flail helplessly.

"I can't see!" I cry, "It's too dark!" and the voice behind me laughs.

"Let me feel your face!" they chuckle as their hands make their way up my body and to my neck.

"Ple-please don't hurt me!" I beg and the person laughs.

"Help me." they asks I struggle away from their grip.

"GERARD!" I scream at the top of my lungs and I hear some shuffling a few cells down the hall.

"Frankie?" another voice whispers, "Where are you?"

"Frankie?" the voice behind me mocks, "I'm going to get you! HaHa!"

"Please stop, you're choking me!" I shout and the hands around my throat get tighter.

"Frank?" a different voice calls to me and light suddenly floods the room.

"M-Mikey?" I call and then I pass out.

Notes

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