Making It Up

Gerard hadn’t texted for two days.
Usually he texted at least twice a day. It was the only thing that dragged me through every day in this place. The people were unpleasant to say the least. You know the rumour that in prison you’re either tough as nails or someone’s bitch? Not a rumour. Luckily for me, despite my feminine features and slim frame I was classed as a murderer, which made people leave me alone. The ones who tried to start trouble got to find out just how much rage was pent up in this lanky body. Still, lying in my bunk all night listening to their, um, activities, was rather offputting.
I missed my home. And my future.
What if Gerard was in danger. What if that bastard had finally tracked him down. What if he’d finally given up on life and there was no one there to stop him.
Alone in my cell I screamed at the walls, dragging my nails down the grey surfaces and adding to years’ worth of animalistic marks. I was well practiced at this point, I hardly noticed the blood dripping from my wrecked nails. I could just here the worried mutters of the inmates next door, scared for their lives, cowardly bastards. So alone. I was so alone….
I wasn’t one for making friends, especially not here. But I had a few allies, Favours I could call in, the most useful of which was Joe. He got caught doing drugs or something, but he was a decent bloke. More importantly he had a friend in Belleville. I used him to keep tabs on Gee, just to make sure nothing was amiss. I tracked him down in the lunch hall.
“Joe, what’s happening? Any news?” I asked, careful to keep a calm façade. Never show emotion other than anger in a prison.
“Mikey you’re really not gonna like this.” He looked nervous. Too nervous. Oh god.
“what?” I spat, trying to remain calm but failing. He flinched, clearly scared. A few people nearby subtly walked away.
“Gerard’s been taken into hospital.” He whimpered.
WHAT?!
“WHAT THE FUCK” I shouted, loud enough that the whole room went silent. People began cowering back. I told you I had a reputation.
“He was taken in, something to do with a suicide attempt? He was accompanied by a kid with black hair and tattoos, apparently a close friend.” Joe stuttered out. It couldn’t be. Oh god this was my worst nightmare, Gerard was helpless in hospital and Frank was there. He was in danger, he’d get hurt again. I couldn’t let that happen again. I did not go to FUCKING PRISON to let that happen
I had to escape. I had to finish what I’d started.
I had to put an end Frank Iero, once and for all.

Notes

hey guys, ren here :) I love writing Mikey. man frank can't catch a break huh? this was just a quick chapter, but I hope you like it, as always please comment (it makes me smile).