Bring Me to Life
Salvation
Frank’s POV:
Gerard and I drove around for two hours, we looked everywhere but there was no sign of Mikey. The snow was beginning to pile up and I was really worried about him, what if something happened or he slipped on ice and hurt himself? We were passing a small park about two miles away from the pizza parlor. I remember Mikey telling me that he would often go to parks to try and calm himself down.
“Hey Gerard can you stop here? Maybe he went to the park.” Gerard nodded and pulled up to the curb and stopped the car. We both ran into the park and called out Mikey's name over and over again. We separated and started looking at different ends of the small park, I was looking in some bushes when I heard Gerard call my name.
“Frank! Over here!” Gerard shouted, I ran over to him hoping he found Mikey, that Mikey was safe. When I reached him there was no Mikey, Gerard handed me a pair of glasses. They were Mikey's and they were cracked. My heart stopped and I looked down a Gerard, I could tell he was scared. Mikey was missing and someone took him.
Mikey's POV:
My head was pounding, it felt like it was going to split in two. I groaned and opened my eyes, my vision was slightly blurry, where were my glasses? My hands were bounded together and they hung above my head. Also I was shirtless, I looked around trying to determine where I was. I knew it was a basement and I could feel my heart pounding as if it was going to break through my chest. I looked up at my hands, thick rope encircled my wrists and the rope was hung on a metal hook. I pulled on the metal hook hoping I could pull it from the ceiling. The only thing I accomplished was cutting up my wrists, I could feel warm blood run down my arm.
I heard the door open and someone walking down the stairs. I started to frantically pull on the ropes, making the cuts on my wrists sting and bleed more. James smiled when he saw me, “Good you're awake, I was beginning to think I put to much chloroform on that rag.” He walked up to me and I tried to shrink away from him as much as possible but he roughly grabbed my chin and held me still. “It's been a while since I've seen you like this, tied up…helpless…I've got to admit I missed it.” He traced his fingers across some of my scars on my chest. “Charles did a great job training you. I could never get Hannah nearly as well behaved, she was always so feisty, not like you,” He began to touch me, he ran his hands down my chest, my whole body shook, “you were always so tame, so obedient.”
I smacked my head against his and kicked out my legs, hitting him in the shin. He screamed out in anger and backhanded me hard across the face, I felt my lip split and blood run down my chin. He grabbed my neck and squeezed tightly. I began to gasp for breath, “You little shit. You are mine now, you understand? I own you.” Just as my vision was going dark he released my neck and I immediately began to cough.
“No…one o-owns me. Y-you're pathetic.” I wheezed, his face contorted in anger. He smacked me again and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
“I think you remember these.” He smirked as he lighted one. He held it close to my skin for a few seconds before pressing it against my chest, twisting it deeper. I screamed out in pain, I could smell my own flesh burning. He left it there for a few more seconds before finally pulling it away. He let the cigarette fall to the floor and grabbed my face again.
“This is where she died you know?” He moved his hand to my throat again, “I squeezed her neck until she stopped breathing. The same thing will happen to you…in time.”
Frank’s POV:
Gerard and I went back to my place and searched for anything that gave us any information on why Mikey disappeared. We were searching his room and I slipped my hand in-between the mattress and felt something crinkle under my hand. I pulled it it out and saw a yellow envelope with Mikey’s name written on it. Gerard was at my side when I opened it and saw multiple pictures of us some with red X’s on them. I handed the pictures to Gerard after I looked through them and started to read the letters.
Mikey sacrificed himself for us, he didn't want harm to come to us. For all we know Mikey could already be dead, but whoever this was wanted Mikey to suffer. Half of me hoped that Mikey was alive, that this man hadn't killed him, but the other half knew that if he was keeping Mikey alive he was torturing him.
I looked to Gerard, “We need to figure out who James is, and where he is keeping Mikey; and I know who can help us.”
Mikey’s POV:
Tears ran down my face, James zipped up his pants and lightly patted my face. “Good boy, just like I remembered.” He walked up the stairs and I heard the door close. I let out a loud sob and I couldn't stop the tears from coming. I felt so used, so disgusted. I wish James had just killed me, death is now welcoming to me. Death was my only escape, no more nightmares, no more pain. Death would be my salvation.
Gerard and I drove around for two hours, we looked everywhere but there was no sign of Mikey. The snow was beginning to pile up and I was really worried about him, what if something happened or he slipped on ice and hurt himself? We were passing a small park about two miles away from the pizza parlor. I remember Mikey telling me that he would often go to parks to try and calm himself down.
“Hey Gerard can you stop here? Maybe he went to the park.” Gerard nodded and pulled up to the curb and stopped the car. We both ran into the park and called out Mikey's name over and over again. We separated and started looking at different ends of the small park, I was looking in some bushes when I heard Gerard call my name.
“Frank! Over here!” Gerard shouted, I ran over to him hoping he found Mikey, that Mikey was safe. When I reached him there was no Mikey, Gerard handed me a pair of glasses. They were Mikey's and they were cracked. My heart stopped and I looked down a Gerard, I could tell he was scared. Mikey was missing and someone took him.
Mikey's POV:
My head was pounding, it felt like it was going to split in two. I groaned and opened my eyes, my vision was slightly blurry, where were my glasses? My hands were bounded together and they hung above my head. Also I was shirtless, I looked around trying to determine where I was. I knew it was a basement and I could feel my heart pounding as if it was going to break through my chest. I looked up at my hands, thick rope encircled my wrists and the rope was hung on a metal hook. I pulled on the metal hook hoping I could pull it from the ceiling. The only thing I accomplished was cutting up my wrists, I could feel warm blood run down my arm.
I heard the door open and someone walking down the stairs. I started to frantically pull on the ropes, making the cuts on my wrists sting and bleed more. James smiled when he saw me, “Good you're awake, I was beginning to think I put to much chloroform on that rag.” He walked up to me and I tried to shrink away from him as much as possible but he roughly grabbed my chin and held me still. “It's been a while since I've seen you like this, tied up…helpless…I've got to admit I missed it.” He traced his fingers across some of my scars on my chest. “Charles did a great job training you. I could never get Hannah nearly as well behaved, she was always so feisty, not like you,” He began to touch me, he ran his hands down my chest, my whole body shook, “you were always so tame, so obedient.”
I smacked my head against his and kicked out my legs, hitting him in the shin. He screamed out in anger and backhanded me hard across the face, I felt my lip split and blood run down my chin. He grabbed my neck and squeezed tightly. I began to gasp for breath, “You little shit. You are mine now, you understand? I own you.” Just as my vision was going dark he released my neck and I immediately began to cough.
“No…one o-owns me. Y-you're pathetic.” I wheezed, his face contorted in anger. He smacked me again and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
“I think you remember these.” He smirked as he lighted one. He held it close to my skin for a few seconds before pressing it against my chest, twisting it deeper. I screamed out in pain, I could smell my own flesh burning. He left it there for a few more seconds before finally pulling it away. He let the cigarette fall to the floor and grabbed my face again.
“This is where she died you know?” He moved his hand to my throat again, “I squeezed her neck until she stopped breathing. The same thing will happen to you…in time.”
Frank’s POV:
Gerard and I went back to my place and searched for anything that gave us any information on why Mikey disappeared. We were searching his room and I slipped my hand in-between the mattress and felt something crinkle under my hand. I pulled it it out and saw a yellow envelope with Mikey’s name written on it. Gerard was at my side when I opened it and saw multiple pictures of us some with red X’s on them. I handed the pictures to Gerard after I looked through them and started to read the letters.
Mikey sacrificed himself for us, he didn't want harm to come to us. For all we know Mikey could already be dead, but whoever this was wanted Mikey to suffer. Half of me hoped that Mikey was alive, that this man hadn't killed him, but the other half knew that if he was keeping Mikey alive he was torturing him.
I looked to Gerard, “We need to figure out who James is, and where he is keeping Mikey; and I know who can help us.”
Mikey’s POV:
Tears ran down my face, James zipped up his pants and lightly patted my face. “Good boy, just like I remembered.” He walked up the stairs and I heard the door close. I let out a loud sob and I couldn't stop the tears from coming. I felt so used, so disgusted. I wish James had just killed me, death is now welcoming to me. Death was my only escape, no more nightmares, no more pain. Death would be my salvation.
Notes
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Too cute. Sweet ending.
2/2/15