Beyond The Filter

*Frank's P.O.V.*

It's been a few days since Crystal ran away from us. Nobody really understands why she left or for what reason, but it's destroyed all of us, apart from Mikey. Somehow he seems so much more happier. But nobody can really read his emotions, which really bugs me sometimes. I really want to know where she is. Gerard has gone downhill so fast, he refuses to talk, eat or do the main daily activities. He usually doesn't come out the door. Fuck, he hasn't even been drawing! That's when you know there's something wrong. I need to find her. I've had enough.
"Frankie?" I hear a faint voice from the other side of the room. It was Gerard.
"Oh gosh Gee, you look terrible. Do you need something?"
"No! No I'm fine. I'm okay, trust me." He says in a half whisper with tears filling up in his eyes. I do feel really sorry for him and I hate to see my best friend like this.
"Alright," I reply reluctantly.
"Are you going to find her Gee?" He shook his head solomly and at that very moment, I knew I had to find her, somehow.

*Crystals P.O.V*

Honestly, I haven't been home. I don't want to go back there, but I don't want to be at Gerard's. I don't understand Mikey at all, his sudden reaction caught me off guard completely. If that's how Mikey really is then I can't be around them, any of them. It pains me to leave so quickly just after they've helped me, but surely they would forget me with time. Everyone else does. Of my parents were alive or if they have a spirit, they have probably forgotten about me also. I start to shuffle to my bridge, my beautiful bridge, the very place I met my raven haired boy and just before I get there, a familiar figure appears, stumbling.
"Baby sister! Wow you've gotten sooooooo big. Wowwww my girl is growing uppppp" Fuck It's Pete, my older brother. I haven't seen him in so long. I love him so much, but when he's drunk, he's the nastiest little shit you've ever seen.
"Pete! Are you okay? How much have you has to drink? Are you high?" I kept on bombarding him with questions before he came stumbling closer to me until I could smell the alcohol in his breath.
"I ain't drunk sissy, I'm just HIIIIGH on life! You should try it!" he grabbed my hand before I could protest and lead me to the bottom of the bridge.
"Pete, you need to stop. This isn't right, what's that in your hand?"
"Oh this?" he said raising his bottle of vodka and a blunt. "This, little girl, is alcohol and drugs. They don't teach you this shit in school, you know? So I'm just going to open the lid and-"
"No! I won't drink! Fuck off Pete!" with that he pushed me, hard against the bridge bricks.
"If you won't be cooperative, I will force you to drink, I've always wanted to share a pint with my sis. Don't ruin it." he held my face as I closed my lips. He then put his fingers on my nose, Making me unable to breath. I gave up, fuck. He quickly shoved the devils juice into my mouth and it quickly found its way down my throat. Better to drink than die.
"P-P-P- Pe-" "Shut up, now, smoke bitch," and he quickly put the blunt in my mouth using the same method as last time. I've never dome drugs before, how will I react? I don't want to become an addict or destroy my lungs and body with all that crap.
I decided to make my move. Before Peter knew what he was doing, I kneed him in the chest and ran as fast as I could to the only safe place I knew.

*Frank's P.O.V*

After leaving the house with nothing but my shoes, coat, keys and my phone, I began my womanhunt. I didn't tell anyone where I was going, it would only worry them more. So they think I'm heading to the music shop. I don't know where to begin. I roam the streets, scanning every person I saw and every building, every shop, I went to and passed and noted them down on my phone. I was comstamtly checking my phone for a text or phone call, but nothing came. Fuck, I need to find her, just to know if she's okay.

*time lapse-3 hours*

I have been to every damn shop, every damn public house and every set of damned flats and apartments. Turns out she actually lives at a shitty block of apartments on the opposite side of town, but that didn't matter today as the owner said he hasn't seen her in weeks. It's almost 11pm and the boys have been texting me non- stop. I don't know what excuse to come up with, but I'll work something out. Finally, I entered the park that we visit regularly now. Its beautiful here. I understand wh Crystal loves it so much. I weave down the trail and on tracks before I'm faced with our spot. Accompanied by Gerard's paintings and... Crystal? Holy crap, I just stare at her for a few seconds before calling her. She turns her head slowly to me and Jesus she looked bad. I know she's had a few days, but she didn't leave in this state.
"Fuck! Crystal, what happened?!" I said as I ran to her to pick her up in an embrace. In the hug, I smelt a familiar smell. "Have- Have you taken anything? Something smells odd."
"I-I-I-It was Pete. He f-f-f-forced me to take it. Imsosorryforleavingyoubutihadtoand-"
"Woah slow down, right I'm going to take you back to my flat for tonight and get you fixed up, yeah?" I ordered rather than asked. I know Gerard would want to know she's safe, but he would be crushed to see her like this. It's a good job I found her.
"Okay," she replied with a slight nod of her head. I suddenly felt this overwhelming sense of protection, I don't want anyone to hurt her ever again and I'm never letting her out of my sight.

*Gerard's P.O.V*

'Where are you?'- sent 2 hours ago
'I have coffee waiting, hurry!' - sent 1 hour ago
'This isn't right Frank, where the fuck are you?'- sent 30 minutes ago

I waited and waited in the living room, staring at the front door expecting not only Frank, but Crystal also. I don't know why. I don't want to give up on her, but she has sort of broken me so easily. My phone vibrates.

'Hey mate! Staying at mine tonight, have a song I really need to practice, see you tomorrow!'
Why. Why would he send that so late?! Theres something odd about this...

Notes

Haven't updated in a while due to exams and revising but can't sleep tonight as I'm stressing bad about dress shopping tomorrow for prom. I hate it. I can't even order a mcdonalds without fucking it up! Let alone try dresses on in front of people while they TOUCH ME. Rant over. Stay Ugly xoxo