Can You Hear Me Cry Out To You?

Dee's P.O.V

The door opens and Jason walks in, smiling. Thats not good. He turns on the light making me blink as I adjust. The room is normally dark, just light enough for me to see.
"Time for some fun." He grins as he takes a penknife out of his pocket.
My eyes widen as he advances towards me. I have to do something. I reach under the mattress, but before I can grab the pipe, he pulls me by my hair, twisting my arm painfully up my already painful back. I scream out in agony. He pushes me, face first, onto the foul smelling matress. Pain shouts through my leg, back and arm. He lets go of my hair and plunges the knife through my left hand. I scream out in pain. Then I pass out.

Gerard's P.O.V

Bob's turned up again. Forcing me to eat and shower. He's helped keep the kids spirits up too. But all I could think of was Dee. She's been gone for a month now. Actually more like one month, six days, three hours, ten minutes and six...seven...eight seconds and counting. Not knowing if she's okay is agony. I have hardly slept. I can't sleep. Practice and touring has been suspended. Dee's fans have sent messages and YouTube videos saying things like, 'She survived once, she'll survive again.' and, 'Dee is our hero, she will always overcome whatever life has to throw at her.' They were right. But I still couldn't help worrying.

Dee's P.O.V

When I woke, Jason had gone. He'd bandaged my hand up. I could smell the unmistakable stench of his release. Dirty, perverted bastard got himself off at the sight of my blood. The pain running through me was unbelievable. I picture Gerard and the kids. They're smiling at me with love. I have to get back to them. I grab the pipe and check for a jagged end. I test it's sharpness. Sharp enough to help cut off a bit of hair. When I feel I have enough, I rip a tiny bit of the curtain. I drip some of the blood off my hand onto the curtain remnant. Then I tie the hair around it. I search the room for something to write on. I settle on ripping a little of the old wallpaper off. What do I write with? I look around again. Nothing. Then I look at my hand. Fuck. My blood is the only thing. Well this is gonna hurt. I use the tip of my finger to write with. I manage to write:
Woods
Path
Old building
Dee
It's the best I can manage. Hopefully it will help. I pull some more bits off the curtain. Rolling up the wallpaper message around the remnant and hair I use the newly torn remnant to tie them together. I leave a line hanging off of it. Then I push myself up to my feet. It's hard and painful, but I manage it. I move to the window and push a board till it's lose enough to move to the side. There's just enough space for my arm. Now to wait.

Gerard's P.O.V

I watch as the short greying man sat down. "I have a little bit of news." He said.
My heart beat faster. "What is it, Detective Boyd?" I asked, shakily.
"A pigeon keeper çontacted the station yesterday." He started. "Apparently he was tending to his pigeons when he noticed something tied around one of their legs. He untied it to find a old piece of paper, an old rag and black hair."
I froze. Oh god. No. Mikey put a arm around my shoulder. I'd forgotten he was there.
"The rag had blood on it."
NONONONONO.
"The wallpaper had writing on it." Detective Boyd said. "It was written in blood. It said 'Woods Path Old building Dee.'"
My eyes widened. "Oh god."I choked out. "What does it mean?"
"It means that Dee is crying out to us." He smiled. "The blood is Dee's. So is the hair. We have people analysing the pàper and rag. But from what I can work out, Dee is in an old abandoned building near woods where hikers go. Thats a lot to go on." He stood up and smiled wider. "I suggest you arrange a welcome home party. Because I am confident that Dee will be home very soon."

Notes

Love as always.xxx