the worst and best thing to ever happen to me

*Gerards POV*

I've been tied up here for hours. Frank is asleep so not talking to anybody makes the hours drag on more. It has to be at least 6 AM by now. I wish there were windows so I could at least look at the sky to see how bright it is.

While I was getting lost in my thoughts, I herd the door open again and the light clicked on. When I looked over I saw the man lock the door behind him. He had a gun in his hand.

He walked over and kicked Frank while yelling "get up you fat, lazy, pig! " He put the gun to Franks head as Franks eyes opened. He looked so scared and he was shaking so much.

The man walked in front of us keeping the gun aimed in between us. "My name is Ray. You will call me Mr. Toro." he paused for a couple seconds and then started talking again " I'm going to untie you, but if any of you try to come after me, Im not afraid to shoot you. Do you understand? " Me and Frank nodded before he came over and untied us.

When Ray left, he left the light on and I herd the door lock again. I tried to make small talk with Frank. "so, got a special lady?" I asked to strike up conversation. "actually, I'm single and Um... Who said I was into girls? " he said. I could feel my face get hot as I apologized. "it's alright. You have a girl?" he asked. "No, I'm actually single and not into girls" "oh, cool."

We fell into an awkward silence. We stood like that for about 15 minuted before Frank said "I just realized Ray hasn't fed us yet" "Why is he keeping us here anyways? Is he trying to see how we would act or something?" It took a couple seconds for Frank told reply with "I dunno"

I start actually looking around and that when I realize how high the ceiling is. At the top there is a clock. It's hard to read it with how high it is, but I eventually make out what time it is. 8:45.

I look over at Frank. He's staring at my arms. Shit! My sleeve is pulled up little. I pull it down as my face heats up.

"I'm sorry" Frank says as he looks at my face "No need to be. It was my fault for not realizing my sleeve was pulled up" I say. "I know how it is to feel alone and self conscious. Don't worry" he says when he sees how nervous a day embarrassed I get. He pulls up a sleeve reviling a ton of scars going up his arm and the same on the other arm. I feel them and lock my gaze on one big scar that goes all the way down his forearm. When I he realizes what I'm looking at, he says "I tried to commit suicide once but it didn't work" We fell silent and I just sat there running my hand over his scars for the next 15 minutes or so.

Notes

Here's the new chapter. It's a little longer this time.
~Shannon