We're All Full Of Lies

We pulled up in the parking lot at the front of the school, Frank ripped the keys out of the ignition and sat back in his seat sighing heavily. None of us dared be the first to speak or move. It was strange to say the least. We were perfectly aware of the situation, the gravity of it and the need for haste to retrieve Mikey. Yet we sat in silence, unmoving in the car. Gerard turned a little in his seat to meet Frank’s gaze, they didn’t speak but I assumed their eyes said more than words ever could because within seconds they were embracing. Not necessarily loving but more of a needy comforting embrace.

I must admit I felt a little awkward, my eyes shot around and I wasn’t exactly sure where to look. I didn’t know if I should cough or get out of the car or just sit and wait for them to finish.
“I- uh, I’m sorry to interrupt this little moment you two are having but we kinda need to get Mikey” I said awkwardly before sliding out of the car. I heard muffled voices from inside the car once I had slammed my door shut, but paid no attention. I was too busy rubbing my hands together in a pathetic attempt to warm my shaking body.

Moments later Gerard and Frank emerged from the car, Frank clung onto Gerard’s arm to make sure he didn’t fall and injure himself further.
“Okay, from what I remember there should be a hole in the fence behind the music classroom, then we just need to go straight ahead and we should find it in no time”, Frank smiled and began to lead the way, half dragging Gerard behind him.

The three of us stuck close to the cold brick exterior of the school, our backs rubbing against it as we shuffled silently around the back of the school. I’d never been around this part of the school before and hadn’t realised that there was practically a forest behind the building. Of course there was a 7ft or so fence separating the two but that did little to deter the decaying limbs of the trees poking through the gaps in the fence and almost reaching out to grab hold of the building.
I wasn’t usually one to be jittery or afraid of the dark, but the further along the wall we went, the darker it got and the more branches stuck through making it hard to see; thus making me more nervous.

A sudden sharp pain starting on my cheek shot through my face. I quickly stopped walking and dabbed my index finger over the initial site of the pain and a warm stickiness coated the pad on my finger. I pulled my hand away to inspect it and the all too familiar red of blood seemed to glow from the little light emitted from the moon. I used the sleeve of my hoodie to wipe away the blood that continued to trickle down my cheek and pushed the branch that had scratched at my face out of the way. It was then that I realised the sweeping mop of black hair that belonged to Gerard was no longer a few paces in front of me.

My heart rate began to accelerate as I heard the dull throbbing thud in my ears. I swallowed even though my mouth had gone dry, “Ge-Gerard?” I croaked, my voice hoarse. “Gerard! Frank!” I began to shuffle around in a circle, hoping that with the next rotation either one would magically appear. The more I moved, the more frantic I got. My palms began to sweat profusely and the blood began to pump once again out of the wound on my cheek. “If this is some kind of joke it’s not funny!” I spoke; the burn in my throat from forcing the words out increasing alongside with the volume of my voice.

My breathing increased. The limbs of the trees seemingly encroached further towards me. Twigs serving as fingers; extended and ready to take hold of me. The tight grasp of a bony limb around my wrist caused a scream to escape my lips and echo off between the trees. I violently shook and clawed to escape the grip, but the more I fought the further into the fear induced hallucination I fell. Small whimpers dripped from the back of my throat as I fell to the ground, hugging my knees to my chest. The grasp of my wrist loosened a little and made its way up along my arm before stopping on my shoulder. The grip tightened once again and soon my body was being shaken involuntarily.

“Mira! Mira!” Frank’s face appeared before, his eyes wide and full of concern.
Instantaneously everything went back to normal. The trees returned to their places, no longer reaching out for me and it was no longer as dark as I had assumed. I flung myself forward gripping onto Frank’s small frame apologising repeatedly.
“Whoa, hey what are you apologising for? You didn’t do anything wrong, Gee and I were waiting for you and we heard a scream, we thought they had got you too” Frank cooed, gently pulling away and helping me stand.
“I think the fear and paranoia just got to me, the darkness can be a burden on the mind sometimes” I almost whispered as I brushed off the dirt and leaf litter from my jeans.
“What happened to your cheek?” Gerard emerged from behind a branch obviously having watched the scene.

I raised a hand to my cheek felt the crustiness from the congealed blood, “A tree, I wasn’t watching and hit a branch before I uh- you know…” I trailed off not wanting to explain what had just happened, because to be honest I wasn’t entirely sure myself.
“Do you need to talk about it?” Gerard stepped closer and placed a comforting hand on my back.
“No, no, I – we, we need to get Mikey” I stammered a little.
Gerard and Frank swapped glances but didn’t say another word knowing how stubborn I was. Frank continued on in the direction we were originally going disappearing behind a few branches, Gerard followed and I made sure this time to stick as close behind him as was possible.

Gerard stopped abruptly causing me to ram straight into his back and mutter a very awkward sorry. I stepped to the side to see why we had stopped and saw Frank’s behind as he crawled through a small tear in the wire. “Come on”, he urged. Gerard was a little apprehensive but wriggled through, I followed although it was a little difficult, I may have been small by my jeans and hoodie got caught on nearly every sharp piece of metal that stuck out just a little too far.
The three of us followed the trail of dead grass that had been left by the constant repetition of shoe against ground.

A gentle yellow glow ahead made us all pick our pace ever so slightly. Soon enough the trees thinned out, the light grew brighter and muffled voices with the occasional laugh were carried by the night air into our ears. It wasn’t long before we encountered what I presumed to be the infamous ‘muse out’. It was exactly as Frank had described it; a cubbyhouse thing, but with every board and beam being of a different wood and colour and the awkward angle at which it sat it was definitely a student built project. Quick, simple and probably done in a last minute rush.
“Surprisingly enough it’s a lot sturdier than it looks” Frank whispered as we crouched behind a shrub.

It was the last bit of coverage before the trees and foliage stopped completely in an almost perfect circle surrounding the decrepit looking structure. In our silent observance the loud and continuous slapping of what sounded like palm against cheek rippled through the night causing a low growl to emerge from Gerard’s throat.
“We need to get in there now!” Gerard shot up and hastily crept forward, despite pleas from Frank and I to come back.

We had no plan. No protection. We didn’t even know how many thugs there were behind the door waiting to take us down with one bullet. Frank and I reluctantly followed Gerard, slowly getting closer and closer to the building.
“If we make it out alive, I’m gonna kill the pair of you” I hissed.

We all stood in front of the door hands and feet ready to make a dramatic but unbelievably stupid entrance. Gerard held up his hand and used his fingers to count down from three.
Three.
Two.
One.

All of us forced out bodied against the door and burst into the room in a fumbling, raging heap. Mikey sat half unconscious tied to a chair in the centre of the room. His cheek had a red throbbing hand print etched into it and the rest of his body was bruised and cut.
Two much larger figures stood either side of him, one bracing his arm ready to hit Mikey again and the other grinning; a deathly pure evil grin. I could hardly speak when I put the faces and bodies of the thugs with names. One did not hit me as too majorly shocking but the other nearly broke my heart to see. Mikey trusted him and here he was beating Mikey to the point of unconsciousness.
I had to release a breath I didn’t realised I’d been holding before speaking. Hearing myself say it out loud made my heart shatter. How could he do this?
“Tyler?.....Ray!?”

Notes

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