The Light Behind Your Eyes

Slowly, I peeled my eyes opened and they fluttered a few times, struggling to stay open. My vision is terribly blurry at first, and as I keep blinking, it clears some. Right away I felt an awful pounding in my head, like someone taking a hammer and hitting it as hard as they could inside my skull. My whole body just aches in general aside from my head. My hands are behind my back and I can't move them. My mouth and throat are as dry as a desert. As I try to shake the grogginess off, I glance around the room and notice I have no idea where I am. It appears I'm in a normal bedroom, but it's not me and Gerard's bedroom and it's definitely not one of the other's either. I've never been in this room before in my life, and I feel so lost, not knowing where I am. I'm in here by myself, on the bed.

I'm sitting up too, my back propped against the wooden headboard, which isn't very comfortable at all because there are no pillows behind me and my spine sticks out. The walls are a light shade of red, and there are two windows on the far side of the room, but the light is blocked out by closed blinds. There's a closet on the side of the room opposite the windows, and across from the bed is a wooden dresser, mahogany, and there's a mirror on the wall above. There's nothing on it, and there are no decorations in the room whatsoever. Studying the room, I start to panic as it dawns on me even more that I have no idea where I am. I realize I can't move my hands because they're tied together by very thick rope that refuses to break against my struggles and just gives my wrists and taste of rope burn.

As i look up, trying to look for some way of escape even though I'm somewhere unknown, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I have blood coming from the top of my head. That could explain the pounding feeling I have in my skull. Suddenly, it starts coming back to me. Last night after working, locking up and talking to Gracie. Then the shadows as I make my way to my car. The feeling of being hit hard before starting to fall, but never getting the chance to feel the ground because I passed out. My head must have been bleeding or would have bled because of the hard hit I'd taken, to my head. Oh God...what about Gerard? What is he doing and what is he thinking?

I never came home last night, he must be driving himself insane with worry and having to answer Bandit's questioning. By now he's probably alerted Pete, poor poor Pete who gets worried if I'm not made contact for even an hour tops. Maybe he's called the cops, the sensible thing to do when anyone is missing. But wait...it hasn't been a full twenty-four hours since I've gone missing. It won't be until eight o'clock tonight. They can't issue a missing person until it has been a full 24 hours. Oh my God, I could be here, wherever here is, until nightfall and even later after that, because it'll take the cops a while to trace my location. But how will they do it? What evidence do they have to lead them to my whereabouts?

The door opens, a simple twisting sound a click to let me know the doorknob has been turned and the door has been pushed open. Someone's coming into this room, most likely my captor. My heart starts racing with panic, and seems like this person is moving in slow motion, taking them ages to just get in the room. I want to shout for them to show their goddamn face already, but I don't dare. And then I see her. My captor. Rage boils up under my skin, of course it's her. Who else would it have been? How could I be so stupid to not suspect her first? She's insane, out of her mind! Only she would do this to me.

Eliza.

The makeup artist for when MCR was touring the black parade and doing the music video. She always flirted with Gerard and tried to get him to leave me and B for him. It never worked so she hated me.

"Oh it's so good to see you awake." She says with a light cheery tone, that makes me want to puke. "What the fuck have you done?" I spat at her. With an innocent tone, she says, "A bit on the grouchy side of things this morning are we?" I notice as she comes over and sits beside me on the bed, she has a wash cloth and a couple aspirin looking pills. She starts to try and wipe the blood off my face but I won't let her, jerking my body away from her even though it hurts. "Don't fucking touch me." I snap. I saw anger in her eyes flicker, a very dark anger, "Fine if you want to spend the day looking like fucking Bloody Mary, so be it. It's too bad somebody tries to be a nice girl around here and gets snapped at. I wonder how Gerard handles you." She coos.

"A nice girl?! A nice girl?!" I rant at her but one glare shuts me up. The anger in her eyes and on her face scares me to be honest. On the outside, I'm trying to look fierce, but on the inside I'm a mess, whimpering and wishing this was a dream. "Here, this might help with the pain." Eliza growls, slamming the pills down on the nightstand by the bed and leaving. I glance at the pills, wanting so badly to take them. I wanted to reach them but I couldn't my hands were tied. I try leaning over to get them off the stand with my mouth, but I can't lean over far enough without tipping over or putting too much exertion into it that I fall off the bed. I'm forced to go without. "Bitch." I mutter, directing it at Eliza even though she couldn't hear me.

Everything is silent. Too silent. I don't know whether to scream or cry. I want to call for help, but no one will even help. Crying won't solve anything just make my head hurt even worse. So not knowing what to do, I tilt my head back and close my eyes, hoping that if I relax enough, my head will stop hurting. I must have drifted off because the next thing I know, there's a voice screaming at me to wake the fuck up. It's a male. Then I see something terrifying.

Craig.

He gives me a smirk, "Good you heard me." "What the fuck is this?!" I blurt out angry and scared all at the same time. "Didn't you know? Let me explain. Eliza is my cousin. She helped me when I had a massive crush on you but Gerard ruined it. Rose never helped. She was too sweet. Bitch." He laughed harshly. Craig liked me? Rose being sweet? "Eliza told me she found you on tour. And said she wanted Gerard. But you were always there to ruin it with your daughter. You stole Gerard from my cousin." "What does it matter to you? It's her problem." I snapped. Craig flew over to me and raised his hand. Before I had the time to react and pull away, his hand met my cheek even harder than in high school.

I couldn't hold my whimper in and it escaped my lips causing a smirk from him. "What matters to me is if Eliza gets Gerard, I can have you. But we both know it won't happen because he loves you and not my beautiful loving cousin. Well now, since we won't get what we want, you will pay. Slowly, too." Craig's words slipped out of his mouth like slime. I didn't like the way she was saying that I'd pay...and the slowly thing wasn't working for me. But then I thought of my phone. My phone! I had it attached to my hip under my skirt when I left work. If I can find away to get it out of there, I could somehow hit Gerard's speed dial and get help easily. And he'll just have to get the police and they will trace my number to here and I'm free!

I looked down at my hips and expecting to see the square figure, I just saw my sticking out hip and I felt my face fall in disappointment. Did it fall out of my skirt when I fell to the ground? Is it lying right there in the parking lot of the tattoo parlor, ringing as Gerard probably tries to call me repeatedly? "Looking for this?" I hear Craig say, and I glance up to see him dangling my phone in front of my face, teasing me. He laughs in my face, "You didn't possibly think we'd leave it on your hip, did you? How stupid do you think we are? We couldn't have you calling your precious Gerard now could we?" Baring my teeth, I restrain a growl from escaping my throat. He'll only hit me again. But I can't help it when he starts playing around with my phone, going through my texts and pictures making snide comments about how 'cute' Gerard, Bandit and I are in some of the pictures.

"Back the fuck up and out of my privacy, asshole." I mutter at him and he turns fury fill eyes on me. "Excuse me? Would you like me to give Gerard and Bandit a sneak peek of what you're going to sound like later, right now? Because it'll sound something like this." Craig slaps me just as hard again on my already raw cheek. I cry out, the soreness raising to the impeccable heights. "Is that what you want? Do you want him to hear that?" He pressed. Even though, I knew he could trace the number, I didn't want to put him or even Bandit through that. The sounds of my pain would haunt them, even after I was found. I wouldn't allow for it to haunt them for the rest of their lives.

"N- no." I choke out and he looks satisfied that he just took advantage to me. "Good. The poor guy's already stuck with you, I wouldn't want to torture him more." He said, and i forced myself to keep my mouth shut. At the same moment, Eliza came back into the room to join the party. She must have heard me cry out when Craig hit me because she said, "Now cousin, don't be having all the fun without me. You're not the only one that gets to smack her around you know." Her tone of voice was playful as she put her arm around his shoulders. "Sorry, Eliza. It's just so fun to watch her cry out in pain." Craig replied.

Not being able to take it, I yelled, "What the hell do you want from me?!" They both just look between each and back at me for a few moments, evil smirks on their faces. They want me to suffer. They want my blood, I realized. They want me to die. And they'll go after Bandit next, once her mommy is gone she'll be vulnerable. And Eliza will turn Gerard to drugs and start going out with him. Just like I suspected, Eliza said, "First, we watch you slowly and painfully die. Second we go after the little girl." "Don't you dare hurt her." I growled at her, leaning forward a little. "Or what? What are you gonna do? You'll be dead by then. You can't go anywhere." He was right. I was certain if I tried to escape, they'd just beat me and throw me back in here. Even if I could manage to get out of the house, I wouldn't get far. Eliza was fast and Craig was strong.

I'm their hostage now, a piece of in their twisted little game. An unfair game. Two against one, the one left defenseless. Still, I shot back, "The others will find you. They'll have you arrested. Maybe even kill you themselves out of anger to avenge our deaths. They don't just stand there. They can fight when they have to." "Oh we know. You have great friends. So loyal. However, still perfectly good kills." She grinned and I as I looked at her face, I came to realize, she was mad. She's gone off her rocker. Her mind is completely gone. I really am as good as dead, and if I'm dead, so is Bandit and Gerard. It's a chain link practically. She plans to kill them all if they try to come to my or Bandit or anyone's rescue. She's a sick, sick woman.

They left me alone for a good part of the day and into the night though I knew that tomorrow it would be different. I lay here on this bed, on my side, facing the windows, my hands still bound together. The blinds on the windows were still closed, but I didn't care. I stared at them anyway, like I'd be able to see right through them to the sky. I knew that while I was here, they'd use Gerard or even Bandit to make me do the things they wanted. They'd threaten them to let them hear me in pain, to send him text messages that would suggest my whereabouts and may even lure him, to leave me here while they go out and hurt him, or even kill him. They would take absolute and complete advantage of me through him because he was my weakness. Hurt him, and you hurt me. Threaten him and you threaten me. We're more of one person instead of two. And they know this, which is how they know if they hurt him, it will also hurt me and vice versa.

I also knew that if I dare resist, or refuse to do something, they will not hesitate to hurt me, and they will hurt me worse each time I refuse. But it's not like it matters. Whether I refuse or not they're still going to hurt me, until I die from my wounds. Well, if I'm going to die, it's better to refuse and keep getting hit so maybe I'll die sooner. A hard lump rose in my throat and stayed there, swelling as tears threatened. Eventually, I let them go, unable to stand keeping them held back. By now, it must be about the 24 hour mark, and hopefully Gerard's planning to call the police and report me soon. I thought of the others, wondering where I was and if I was okay. I wanted more than anything to feel Gerard's arms around me, to hear him murmur into my ear that everything was going to be okay. And for Bandit to crawl into my arms and hear her giggle.

See her smile. I wanted Gerard to come protect me from all the bad stuff, to make it all go away like he and Bandit did everyday. I wanted to feel his warmth again, and bury my face into the crook of his neck. But knowing that I couldn't, left me feeling more alone than ever. Crying into the sheets because there was no pillows, I felt helpless. Forgotten even. It felt like no one cared for quite a while, like no one noticed I was gone. I knew that couldn't be true. But that's what it felt like. How could everything have been going so good and all of the sudden descend into bad? I let my guard down, I let myself get lost into the good I forgot about the bad. I hate this. I hated that one moment I'm kissing my boyfriend and daughter then the next I'm lying in a horrible uncomfortable bed, bleeding, hands tied back crying.

I felt like a prisoner. And all I had to do was wait. And wait. And wait.

So I turned to the two people that could absolutely hear me. I turned to my back and started at the ceiling. "Mom, Dad? If you can hear me, please listen. I want to go home. I know, childish, but I do. I want to be in the arms of the ones I love. Not these terrible people. I know you must hate me for getting into drugs and booze. But I'm done with that. Moved on. I wish you could be here. I wish you never died. I wish those stupid drunk drivers never existed. I wish you could come and rescue me. I want it to go away. I want Gerard and Bandit. But guys, I need to ask for one thing most. I want you, if I don't make it, I want you to watch over Pete and Gerard and Bandit and everyone. Lead Gerard and B through it. And let them grow stronger. Just do that one thing. I'm not going to wish for my live. But everyone else's. I hope that drunk driver rots in hell. And Eliza and everyone here right now that hurts us. I love you. Just do that one favor and I will see you soon I guess."

I turned back to my side tears in my eyes. My cheek still hurt terribly, and worse, the pounding in my head returned, keeping me up all night. I dozed off a couple times, but it never amounted to anything because I'd always wake up soon after, and then I just gave up trying to sleep. I brought myself to a sitting position, just staring at the bedding, unable to feel anything but misery, longing, and a little bit of bitterness. As I was sitting here, I noticed for the first time that my feet weren't tied together. That gave me an idea. Maybe I can't use my hands, but I can still get on my feet and run if I had to. I got up off the bed just wanting to make sure, and probably for the first time in my life I was happy to be able to walk properly.

Maybe they really are stupid. Maybe there are other places in this plan of theirs that they slipped up and I can find my loophole to my escape!!! A little bit of hope burst through those negative feelings inside me, and inside my head I could hear Gerard saying not to lose hope and Pete telling me to think positive. Not knowing what else I had to hold onto, I took their pieces of advice and used it, trying to keep my train of thought positive, while I kept hoping there'd be a way out of here at some point. I don't care if I have to kill either one of them, if I can leave, I'll do it. I can live with killing a person then. I was walking back to the bed to lay down again and maybe get some sleep now that I had this new hope, when there was a loud thud that made me jump, coming from the closet.

I turned to look at it, a little frightened. I wasn't alone. There was scraping sounds at the door, and a quiet voice whispered out, "Rain..." I stood there with wide eyes wondering if I'd imagined my name being called or if it was really coming from the closet, if there was really someone in there. Eliza and Craig were elsewhere in the house, so i knew it couldn't be them. "Rain! Open the door!" A desperate voice whispered out, louder this time. I slowly and cautiously advanced toward the closet door, trying to asses how I was supposed to open the door with my hands tied behind my back. Then, I remembered something that hostages do in action movies to escape.

I turned around so that my back was facing toward the door, bending over slightly so my hands were level with the knob enough to grab and twist it. I spun around again, swinging the door open, and I nearly fell over at what I saw.

Rose was lying on the floor of the closet, covered in blood.

Notes

Oh shit! Why is Rose there! What do you think?! OMG!! Once again I am still sick and have nothing better to do. Your comments mean the world to me thank you! Sorry for the lack in Bandit and Gerard and Mikey and etc...but ya know. Thoughts?

Xoxo,

Killjoy_Love19