Hell or High Water

Frank woke up to someone shaking his shoulder. Mikey looked down at him with worried eyes.
“Are you okay? When I came in here you were passed out on the floor.” Mikey explained, helping Frank sit up.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. What about Gerard though?” Frank asked hurrying to his feet. He wobbled and grabbed onto Mikey to balance himself.

“Gerard’s fine, you were the one who passed out remember.” Mikey chuckled.

“N-No there was s-somthing in here with us! It was an b-black mass and it was hovering over Gerard!” Frank yelled, panicking. He ran to Gerard and started feeling around. Mikey frowned.

“Black mass? Was it the demon?” Mikey asked striding over to Frank and grabbing his shoulders.

“I don’t know! Maybe!”

“There isn’t a ‘maybe’! This is VERY important Frank! If it is we need to ward this place.” Mikey hissed and disappeared. Frank whimpered and climbed in next to Gerard. He opened the box and grabbed one of the orbs. Frank quickly pressed it into Gerard and wrapped his arms around Gerard’s waist.

“Please hurry and wake up. Everything thing is going to hell and we’re in danger. Pete’s dead, Mikey almost committed murder and that THING is back. I really need your help babe.” Frank mumbled into Gerard’s chest. Three loud knocks came from the door. “Who is it?”

“Ryan.” The voice sighed. Frank sat up and crossed his arms.

“Come in.” Frank called. Ryan opened the door and stepped in.

“Hey…” Ryan mumbled and walked to the foot of the bed. “How is he?” Frank glanced at Gerard and sighed.

“I don’t know. I just gave him one of his memories. Why are you here?” Frank asked, stroking Gerard’s hand.

“I came to apologize to Mikey but I can see he isn’t here.” Ryan sighed and turned to leave.

“Wait. He’ll be back in a few minutes. So what are you in the hospital for?” Frank inquired. Ryan turned and sat down on the couch.

“Er...uh..well Brendon accidentally gave me an concussion.” Ryan scratched his head. Frank raised a brow.

“How?” Frank chuckled, grabbing his water. Ryan turned scarlet and pulled his hood up. Frank spat out his water everywhere. “No way! Dude maybe next time you shouldn’t ask for it so hard!” Frank howled with laughter. Ryan pulled the hood farther down his face. Mikey opened the door and paused.

“What are you doing in here?” Mikey spat venomously. Ryan quickly looked up at Mikey with fear filled eyes. Mikey stormed over to him and grabbed Ryan by the hair. Ryan whimpered and covered his face. Frank jumped out of bed and over to Ryan.

“Mikey stop!” Frank yelled and pushed Mikey away from Ryan. Mikey growled and went to grab Ryan again. Frank pushed him back again. “Mikey! Would you need to stop! He has done NOTHING to you! The demon that killed Pete wasn’t him! Stop being so selfish and do your job!”

“I AM NOT BEING SELFISH!” Mikey roared, disappeared and popping up behind Ryan. He grabbed him and twisted Ryan’s arm around his back. Ryan cried out and struggled against him. Frank turned on his heel and grabbed the baseball bat.

“Let him go Mikey! He’s innocent!” Frank pleaded. Mikey tightened his grip and shook his head.

“No Frank! He let that thing inside his body!” Mikey thundered. Frank growled and swung at Mikey. Mikey dropped Ryan and grabbed the bat.

“Run Ryan!” Frank yelled, looking back at Ryan. Ryan nodded and ran for the door but failed. The door slammed shut and locked them inside. Frank pushed Mikey away and turned the bat in his hands. He swung again barely missing Mikey. Mikey pulled the bat away and broke it. “WOULD YOU JUST STOP!” Frank screamed. Mikey shook his head and went for Ryan again. Frank covered Ryan and took the punch. Mikey punched Frank in the stomach, right where a large cut was that Frank had made in his sleep. Frank gasped and dropped to his knees. He clutched his stomach and glared up at Mikey.

“You just don’t know Frank! You don’t have an family! You’re just a fuck up! It should be you in that coma not Gerard! And you should have died in that fucking fire!” Mikey cover his mouth and shook his head. Frank kept his eyes downcast and the words that flew out of Mikey’s mouth hurt like daggers. But the major problem was, Frank knew they were true. “Fuck Frank I’m so-”

“...No..you’re right…” Frank stood up and ran to the bathroom. He opened the door and locked it behind him.

“Frank stop! Don’t do what I think you’re about to! Think of Gerard and if he wakes up without you!” Mikey pleaded, bangging on the door. Frank whimpered and grabbed the gun he hid under the sink. He grabbed a razor and cut his arm open. Frank started writing on the wall with his blood. He sighed and sank down the wall. Frank opened his mouth and put the gun in. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger with tear streaming down his face.

BANG!

Notes

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