Dead.

I was half asleep when Gerard walked out of the small building. He walked toward me, "God," He said, "I can't wait until I get some sleep."

I yawned, stretching out my arms as we walked, "I think Mikey is going to be curious to where we were all night."

Gerard scrunched up his nose in short thought. He shrugged, "We should check into a hotel, giving the illusion we slept together," He chuckled.

I nodded in agreement, "Sure. I have a couple bucks with me, so it shouldn't be a problem." And so we walked, hardly holding hands as we went. We had barely talked, but we managed to have a couple laughs...but it seemed to take a different route. I chuckled, “How was your childhood, Gerard?”

Gerard tiredly laughed, “So amazing," He constructed sarcastically. "I was abused as a child.”

I looked at him, “Me too.”

Gerard seemed to take everything as a joke, “Oh yeah? Did you run away and live in your future-murder-room for months? Did you get raped by two men?” He stopped in his place, and his voice turned into no laughing matter, “Did you have to go back to your abusive parents?” His voice became jagged, “Did you murder your parents, beating them multiple times, cramming a baseball bat into their skulls?” Gerard stared at me, his jaw tightened, “I lived in a house where everyone who was suppose to love me, betrayed me-” He paused, staring at me, “Will you betray me?”

I took a step in, “Gerard, where is this coming from?”

Gerard repeated, “Will you betray me?”

I viewed him. I stared at his baggy eyes, his tight frown, tightened muscles, and messy black hair. He was tired, his mind was going to places that were locked away for a long time. I replied, “No, Gerard. I would never betray you.”

Gerard’s muscles relaxed. He glanced at me, “I...I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” He walked to me, grabbing my hair, “I need you to know that if you do betray me, I will hurt you-and I don’t want to do that.”

Pain was wrapping around the hair he was pulling, but I understood. I would hurt him too if Gerard ever betrayed me. I stammered, “O-okay. I understand.” My voice was deep, scratchy. I think I was scared of Gerard, but then again, who wouldn’t be scared of Gerard? He released me, clenching onto my jacket as we walked. Gerard was acting different. The last time he had laid a hand on me was when he tried killing me...maybe this wasn’t a difference in Gerard at all. There’s a possibility that this behavior is just Gerard-this behavior has always been Gerard.

I didn’t like it, only because I wanted to be dominant.

I stopped in my place and Gerard reflected. I pulled away from him, “Gerard, this isn’t working out.”

Gerard stared at me, “What?”

I looked at him, “Us.”

Gerard ran his hand through his hair, “Us? There’s nothing to discuss.”

“Your fucking attitude isn’t making this better, Gee.”

His hazel eyes turned dark, “What do you think you’re about to do?”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“No, you’re not.”

I tightened my jaw, “You have no say in this, Gee. Two psychopaths aren’t a good match. No matter how many serial killers you’ve read that were partners, this could never work.”

It’s hard to describe how he looked. Three words: corrupt, wicked, vile. Everything seemed much darker around him. His black hair seemed intimidating, sending off a Raven message. His once-bright hazel eyes were dim, and his personality seemed more obnoxious. He grinned, “Fine. I guess we’re going our own ways, huh?”

I looked at him, “Yeah, we are.”

Gerard stared at me, “Fine. You better watch your back, Frankie.”

I didn’t find him a threat, not anymore. I nodded, “You better watch your own.”

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