The Light Behind Your Eyes

The next day, after receiving multiple beatings from Eliza and Craig the previous day, both Rose and I are so sore, we don't even want to breath because it hurts. Her bruises have darkened now, and my neck feels like I slept on it wrong for two days, but it never goes away. I am now partially covered in blood, I almost look exactly like Rose except for the bruises on her face. Those haven't issued to me yet. Rose stood at the window, watching between the blinds for them to leave to get their rope and other shit. After I hear a car start up and drive away, she makes a disgusted sound before making her way back to the bed again, where she sits. "Only Craig went. That means Eliza is still here. Oh well, we'll just lock the bitch in the closet or something, if we can subdue her with something, that'd be great too. I think Craig has sedatives in his bathroom that he planned to use on us, or just you." She says, and I shudder.

"We can jam one of those into her arm and she'll be out like a light, then we just drag her off to a closet or something." "May I do the honor of dragging her into the closet?" I ask innocently and she laughs. "Sure, I'd love for you to do it. Which means, I'll do the sedative. We're going to have to stick together and work as a team if we're going to do this. Craig should be gone for an hour, that's enough time for us to get Eliza knocked out, to find your phone and call the police." I nod, "I have the knife, if for some reason we need it." I said dangling the knife and sliding it into my Doc Marten. "Good, We might, you never know." She says, "Are you ready?" Rose stands up and extends a hand out to me.

I have to admit, I'm kinda nervous. But I'm still doing this. I take her hand and pull myself off the bed. "Ready." She gives me a reassuring smile before we make our way to the door. She goes to open it, but it won't budge. "The fuck?! It's locked!" "Since when do they lock the door?" I raised an eyebrow. "Since now, I guess. God, we haven't even gotten out of the room yet and we already need the knife. Hand it over." Rose said and I gave her the knife. She started to pick the lock after getting down on her knees. "Well at least we're not using it to kill anyone. Yet" I look around the room as I wait and I hear a small snort come from her. There was a click, and I looked back at the door, I saw it swing open.

Rose looked at me and whispered, "Got it." I helped her get up and took the knife back sliding it back into my boot. Then we quietly made our way out the hall to the bathroom. The door to the bathroom was open, so Rose slipped in as I stood guard listening closely for anything. There was nothing but a faint sound of voices, coming from a TV downstairs. A couple minutes passed, and Rose stepped out of the bathroom again with a shot, the sedative. She gave a nod, letting me know it was okay to start going down the rest of the hall. We tip toed to the stairwell, peering around the corner. No one was at the bottom of the stairs. We took it one step at a time, ever so cautiously.

Thankfully, these stairs didn't creak or anything, so it was easy getting down there. Both Rose and I took a deep breath when we accomplished getting downstairs quietly. Then, we snuck into the living room where we could see Eliza on the couch, her back to us. This is where the real job starts now. I held my breath, daring to breath, so afraid she would hear. I stood by while Rose advanced ahead of me to get the shot into Eliza. Just as Rose got up behind her, about to grab her, raising the shot slightly into the air, Eliza whipped around, detecting two people's presence by her senses. Shock, anger, and maybe a bit of fear ran through her face before she jumped up from the couch, leaping over the back of it and tackling Rose to the ground.

I ran forward to defend Rose who was currently struggling against Eliza. Eliza had twisted Rose's hand around so the shot was pointed at Rose instead of her, slowly getting to inch down toward Rose. I ripped it out of Eliza's hand and then stuck it into her arm quickly and within minutes, she was out like a light, slumping to the floor beside Rose. "You alright?" I asked her as I tried to catch my breath from the sudden action. She nodded, also out of breath, but from sudden fear. I helped her back up onto her feet, my body just now protesting from the exertion I just used on Eliza and shit did it hurt! "You should get her to that closet, I'll start searching for your phone. It's a rectangular shape with a case that has Gerard and Bandit together on it right?" Rose asked.

"Yeah," I patted Eliza down to make sure she didn't have it and she didn't. I grab Eliza by her arms and literally drag her across the floor. I think I might be taking a little too much pleasure in doing this. I found a storage closet at the end of the hall downstairs and I tossed her in there making sure she 'bumped' her head off the wall just a little. The closet locks from the inside, so if you shut the door, you better hope you have a key to get back out. Which in this case, she doesn't. I returned to the living room to find Rose still searching for my phone, so I start looking too. I glance at the dining room table to see something on the table, small enough to be a phone. I get closer and sure enough, it's my phone and I'm more thrilled than ever.

Looking at the case with Gerard with Bandit in his lap, smiling, made me cry. I was going home. Hopefully, the battery's still in there. I remove the case and the back of the phone, and am relieved to find the battery still there. Now, the only way this could be more perfect is if the phone's not drained of it's battery life. Praying like hell that the phone will work, I hold down it's power button and wait. It seems like it takes longer for it to turn on than usual, but I think it's because of my impatience at the moment. Sure enough, after another quick moment, the screen lights up and the phone comes to life. "Rose!! I found it!!" I yell to her smiling and my eyes going glossy.

Rose comes into the room a moment later. "Really?! Good, call the cops. I'm going to get some water. I'm super dehydrated and getting dizzy." I don't blame her for getting water while she can. They gave us only enough each day to keep us alive, and it wasn't until I helped Rose out of the closet that she started receiving those small portions of water. The same went for food though. Just barely enough to scrape by. I miss Gerard's pancakes...

Thinking I could use some water really quick too, I go to the kitchen before making the call to the police because I can feel my own dehydration starting to get to me. A pounding headache is coming on, my mouth is like sandpaper and I'm even a little dizzy. Rose knows what I'm coming for, and hands me a bottle of water as she gets one herself. We both quickly chug them down and leave the bottles on the countertop, and just as I'm about to dial nine one one, the front door to the house opens. Rose and I stare at each other in horror, Craig's not supposed to be back yet. He's waaaaaay to early. "If we sneak out of here, we might be able to make it upstairs unseen." She whispers, and I nod.

As fast as we can while being quiet, we make out way toward the stairs. Every step seems way too loud, though really we're not making any sound at all. We can hear Craig's heavy boots coming our way and Rose pulls me into a nearby downstairs bathroom, shutting the door gently. We hear him go upstairs calling for Eliza and Rose quickly turns to me and says, "Quick, he's going to realize we're gone from the room and when he gets all the way to the end of the hall. Nevermind 911, they'll ask to many questions and it'll take to long. Call Gerard, tell him what to do and then end the call as quick as you can." Instantly I scrolled over to the shortcut page on my phone where the speed dials were. I was eager to call him, not only to get help, but to hear his voice again.

Again I was praying like hell, but this time that Gerard would answer his phone. I hit his speed dial and got ready to wait, but I didn't have to. He picked up on the first ring. "Rain? Is it really you?" His words came out so fast that I almost didn't catch what he said. "Yes, Gerard, it's me." I replied, and instantly I could hear the sound of him trying to keep himself pulled together, "I need you to listen to me very closely. I'm in a lot of danger, Eliza Cuts remember her? Well her and Craig have taken me hostage as well as Craig's wife, Rose. Eliza is currently knocked out with a sedative, and Craig is searching the house for her, and us. You have to call the police, I don't know where we are, but have them trace my number back to the house, you can find us that way. I have to go, but in case something should happen to me, I want you to know and remember that I love you and Bandit."

With the instructions given, I hung up, but not before I heard him say 'I love you too.' That was all I needed to become determined to escape from here, alive. I turned my phone off and put it in my boot this time, looking at Rose. "He'll do it don't worry. We'll be out of here soon." "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO??!!" I jumped as I heard Craig yell through the house stomping down the stairs loudly. I whimpered and Rose put her hand over my mouth from behind me, pulling me backwards from the door. "Shh, be very quiet, and very still." Rose whispered in my ear almost inaudibly. I did as she said easily, too scared to make any more sound or movement. I felt her slowly take the knife from my boot. Oh my God, the water bottles!!! He's going to know we were in the kitchen when he sees them sitting there on the counter, freshly emptied.

Then he'll probably come in this direction, knowing that if we didn't make it upstairs, we're still downstairs. Think happy thoughts...don't lose hope. That's what I told myself mentally imagining Gerard singing to me. It's possible Craig may just stop at the door and listen, and then move on when he hears nothing. He might not open the door or he might not suspect the bathroom at all. As Craig's footsteps come closer, until I know he's waiting right outside the tour, both Rose and I are tense with fear. We wait expecting the door to swing open. I can see his shadow under the crack at the bottom of the door, moving slightly. Then, his shadow moves on, his heavy footsteps going with it. I feel a surge of relief.

After a moment to make sure, Rose says, "I think he's gone now. Let's try and sneak out. Stay behind me." She removes her hand from my mouth and touches the doorknob, "Once I open this door, we both bolt to the living room and get the hell out of this house. Got it?" Rose instructed in a firm tone. "Got it." I say back and she gives a small nod before turning the knob. I feel a knot in my stomach, the feeling that something's not right growing inside of me. The house was way to quiet, and I start to tell Rose no, but it's too late, she's already got the door open and we're running out of the bathroom at full speed. And then I know what's not right when I see Rose just crossing under the doorframe and a pair of hands grabs her and jerks her to the side.

She lets out a yelp, and as I run out of the bathroom, I can see that Craig was waiting just outside the door for us. He knew we were there, but we didn't know he was. Craig wrenches the knife out of her hands just as I pass by, almost to the dining room before I really realize she's captured. Then I hear her scream, and I turn back only to see a very wide, deep gash across her stomach that Craig made with the knife. "ROSE!!!!" I cry as I started to go back for her, but she looks at me with tears streaming down her face, making trails in the blood and yells, "GO!!!! GET OUT OF HERE!!!! RUN!" I look at Craig who's smirking vengefully back at me, and I swear I see his eyes turn red as I reluctantly turn and make a break for it.

I can hear him following close behind me, leaving Rose to bleed out on the floor. I make it to the living room before I look over my shoulder to see how far behind he is, just in time to see him throw the blood covered knife at me, and this time, he doesn't miss.

I feel the same pain in my leg that I had in my arm when Craig ran a knife over it, except this is much worse. Much worse. I'm unable to keep running and I fall to the floor as I lose my balance, letting out a shriek as the pain shoots through me like lightning. The knife didn't get stuck in my leg, because it clattered to the floor a few feet in front of me after it hit me. I can tell the wound is deep, but I don't know how deep, as I put my hands over it and feel the warm, slippery blood under my palms. Craig walks over to me crouching beside me with a smug look on his face. "Oh I'm sorry did that hurt?" I bare my teeth, shaking and trembling as I narrow eyes at him, trying not to show so much weakness, but it's pointless. I'm unable to say anything back to him, which is probably a good thing, because the pain is so terrible.

I barely want to move because it hurts so much, and it's not just something that dies down after a few minutes like when you stub your toe off of something. No, this pain almost feels permanent. "She's not dead yet, but she will be soon." Craig says referring to Rose. "I'll let you two...say goodbye." He grins his insane grin, and I know that he means he's going to make me watch her die. "Wait here." He stands up, laughing because he knows I can't go anywhere. He disappears back in the direction of where Rose is, and I can hear her crying as he carries her off upstairs. My own tears fall from my eyes, both from pain, and from the thought that I'm going to die here. He won't kill me off yet, he would have done it while he was here beside me if he was. He still wants to see me suffer.

"Gerard, where are you?" I whimper against the floor, trying to make out police sirens but there's nothing, showing that they were coming. I'm just a few feet from the door and I try to drag myself closer to it but it hurts too much as I strain my muscles to work. I just have to accept that Craig is coming back down here to carry me off upstairs, and he's going to make me watch my friend die, and then make me suffer until I die myself. And that's what he does, picking me off the floor and throwing me on his shoulder, being sure to hit my injured leg multiple time to hear my sounds of agony. I see the floor and the stairs passing under us, and then the hallway as he carries me back to the room I started out in.

He throws me literally into the corner of the room next to Rose and I hit my head off the wall hard, letting out another cry. Rose already looks dead, but I can she her twitching a little. There's blood everywhere in pools surrounding her, my own starts to add to it. "I'll be back for you later." Craig says to me, and I cringe at his words as he leaves the room, and I hear the door lock. I look at Rose, swallowing hard as I can't avoid looking at the huge cut across her stomach too. She's covered in more blood now, fresh blood, and I can see the life draining from her as the seconds pass. But I'm hoping for her to make it until the police get here.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get you back to Gerard and Bandit." She says in a quiet voice. "It's okay, you tried, and we were so close. But Craig came back sooner than expected." I replied and she nodded, "Stupid fuck has such bad timing." She jokes, and I let out a small laugh. She's on the brink of death and can still make jokes. "Well at least I'm not dying alone in a closet." I start to open my mouth, but she stops me and says, "And don't say I'm not going to die, I am. We both know that, so just don't." I'm quiet for a minute before I speak, "I'm sorry that you have to die this way. I wish there was some way to stop it." "it's alright." Her voice is soft and calm for someone dying, "I used to be terrified of death. And now, I pray for it. I'm not afraid anymore. Because I won't be here anymore."

She had a point. I was happy she'd be in a better place yet dreading the moment she'd be gone wishing she could stay. "Well, even if I can't keep you from dying, I'm not letting you die alone. Not even if Craig drags me out, I will be here." I told her, and she managed a smile. "I don't think you can go anywhere on that leg,so you're stuck with me anyways." She teased nudging me playfully. I laughed, "You're right, I can't. But if I could I wouldn't." She smiled at me again and said, "Thank you." I nodded and took her hand tightly in mine, turning towards her a little more even though it sent my leg in pain. "But you have to promise me something." Rose said. "What's that?" I asked. She looked up at me, "You have to promise me that you'll find a way out and return to Gerard and Bandit and marry him and when you see Pete, give him a big hug and tell him you love him. Because if you don't you will end up regretting it one day like me."

I just looked back at her, wondering what she meant, and she added, "The last time I talked to my brother, we fought and I told him I didn't care if I didn't ever see him again. I didn't mean it of course. But he's not going to ever know." "Yes he will, I will find him and I'll tell him for you. I know it's not the same but he'll at least know. I'm sure he knows anyway." I said. "I wouldn't want for anybody else to do it but you." She gave me a sad smile and then said seriously, "But you have to promise. You have to. Give me some peace of mind before I depart from this hell hole." I looked down into her pleading eyes and knew that I had to promise. "I promise Rose." My voice was nearly a whisper. She relaxed some now that I've made my promise.

"Good, and you better damn keep it too or I'm coming back to haunt you." She said jokingly, though I knew she was serious about me keeping it, and I laughed a little. Rose rested her head back against the wall, staring at nothing in particular. For the next few minutes, we talked back and forth finding more about each other. But then she went quiet, no longer having the will to talk anymore, and I watched with huge amounts of heartbreak as her eyes slowly shut. Her grip on her my hand that had once been tight, as if it were the last bit of life she were clinging to, now loosened. You couldn't even call it a grip anymore, because really her hand was just laying in mine now.

Rose had joined the Black Parade.

Swallowing hard as I looked at her now peaceful face, tears streamed down my cheeks and I forced myself to let go of her hand. I reached up to wipe some of my tears which just smeared more blood on my face because I'd had my other hand still over my leg wound, and from earlier when Craig first cut me and I'd had my hands over it. As Craig would say, I probably looked like Bloody Mary right now, and if I could get up, I would go look in the mirror just to see how terrifying I must look. Craig came through the door a moment later as if one cue. He saw Rose lifeless next to me and smirked. I wanted to smack the bastard so hard all of his teeth fall out. Rose shouldn't have died, but she did, all because of that sick man standing across the room from me.

"Oh great, a dead body." He said with a sarcastic tone as he walked over, observing her as he crouched down. "Her head on a post would make a great yard decoration, don't you think?" He looked at me and laughed insanely before he just flung her over his shoulder like a sack. I wouldn't stand for it, and couldn't stop my words. "Treat her with some respect would you?! If you couldn't do it while she was alive, at least do it now that she's dead, you fucker." I spat at him and I think I saw his eyes turn red again. "Shut up or you'll join her sooner than planned!!" He yelled succeeded in getting me to shut up. I shrunk back in fear, and satisfied with himself, he stalked out of the room with Rose's body.

Not knowing what else to do, I just broke down into tears completely, wanting out of here and into Gerard's arms with Bandit in mine. I hate not being able to move, I feel so restricted, and I get the feeling I'm drowning. Time seems to drag on, and as I keep losing more and more blood from my leg, I start to feel very light-headed. My vision is blurry and I can't focus my eyes on anything, and they keep wanting to shut but I won't let them. I keep telling myself that I need to stay awake until the cops get here, if they're even on their way. But I find that I can't keep my eyes open anymore, my leg feels numb and my breathing has slowed, like there was a weight holding the majority of my breath down, only letting small amounts in and out. It's now that I realized I'm not going to be able to keep my promise to Rose.

I'm grateful that I got to hear Gerard's voice and that he knows I love him and I know he loves me. Only I wish to hear Bandit's sweet melodic voice. Death is coming for me and just as Rose couldn't stop it, neither can I. As I allow my eyes to finally close, I hear loud bangs like gunshots sound out before everything goes dark.

Notes

Next chapter will be in Gerard's POV. So what did you think of this? And sorry for the Black Parade reference sorry I had to because it sounded cool what do you think about it honestly? So thoughts please?

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