I Didn't Do It

Gerards POV

I was called out to the local prison to see a patient who was vomiting all over the place and wouldn’t stop, he was very shy and cute, he had tattoos and his hair was done like how a punk teen would have it basically, but not at all did his personality seem like that. He told me about how he wasn’t really a criminal that they falsely accused him of murdering his best friend, I wasn’t sure whether I believed him, since ya know… a lot of people in prison lie, although many are innocent and the benefit of the doubt is always nice. I am sure Frank seems like a really nice person to talk to actually, I would love to see him again but I probably wont unless his vomiting gets any worse. I came back to my house and saw my two of my best friends; my two French bulldogs, big and smelly. I have had them since I moved out of home, they are getting old now but wow are they still energetic and certainly loud, not only are they my best friends but they are best friends with one another which most people think is just adorable. I use to have a some fish, until one of my dogs, Stacey, was chasing a ball and smashed into the side of the fish tank and the fish all fell onto the floor until well, they suffocated and just yea. But I couldn’t blame Stacey, it was my fault for rolling the ball inside.

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