Photograph That I Gave You

After Jamias declararion we all stand there speechless and shocked. Bobs drumsticks clatter to the ground. The crowd lapses into an anxious silence, most of them haven't heard the news. Mikeys the only one who has the common sense to ask who. She doesn't answer. She can't. Her body is shaking and her sobs are eerily quiet.
Its so close. Death is so close. I can almost here it. It should never be this close, not to.....My eyes turn to Frank. I find myself thinking how fragile he looks, how pretty, how scared.
Though no one would ever say it they're all hoping its not someone they know, they're hoping its someone else's friend not theirs. Hoping the pain wont be too close. I almost laugh bitterly. Selfish bastards.
Ray helps her up and saying something I can't hear, leads her off the stage followed awkwardly by Mikey and myself. Behind me I hear Bob shout "Shows over" then jogs past me. Halfway down the steps I notice Frank is missing.
I turn and see him standing staring blankly at the ground. I stumble over and put an arm around his small figure.
"Come on Frank, we're going." I murmur into his ear. He doesn't move.
"I knew it," he says in a small voice.
"What," My eyes go wide with shock.
"There have been deaths -murder all over the cities we've been to, and now its here," Tears spill down his cheeks
"C-come on," I repeat trying the cover the new fear gripping me.
"Gerard I can't," His trembling hands grip my shirt and his presses his face into my shoulder "Its here," His voice is reduced to a terrified whisper.
"Yes, you can. I know you can," I insist. Its a strange sensation; having to be the strong one for once.
I guide him forward, and he walks, automatically, listlessly.
It kills me to see him so frightened. And it makes me want to kill myself for not being able to properly comfort him. Why am I so useless, so horrid.
Together we trudge down the steps and with some urging from me catch up with the others. We seem to be following Jamia, who is still too striken to communicate with more than nods. Finally we come to a silver tour bus with BOTDF embossed in glittery letters on the side. Jamia points and refuses to get any closer. The door hangs ajar and a pungent odor wafts out.
"No," I mutter under my breath my heart in my throut tears burning behind my eyes. I turn and run.

Notes

This will make more sense soon. Sorry I didn't post sooner but I was having a Buffy marathon. I love Willows season one hair! Anyway next chap should be up in an hour or two. Sorry about how shitty is is right now, I didn't know who to kill aha