Broken but perfect

"You okay there?" A voice asked. A sickly familiar voice. I looked up and the sight in front of me made me want to hurl.

"M-Misha?" I stuttered out. He stood there with a sick smirk on his face. Like he was enjoying my pain, and he probably was. The sick bastard.

"Hey, babe." He said in a sick, fake sweet and innocent voice. I fucking hated him. I had a damn good reason to.

"H-how'd you find me?" I said nervously. He broke out into a sick grin. I was afraid of what his answer was gonna be. He walked to me and pressed his lips to my ear.

"Let's just say, I had a small...chat, with your little boyfriend." He said and I felt him smirk against my ear. Suddenly and all together, the pain inside me was replaces with rage and anger. I jumped up and tackled him to the ground.

"What the fuck did you do to him?!" I spat and punched him as hard as I could in his jaw. "You sick bastard! I swear to god if you hurt him I will kill you!" I shouted and punched him again. Not as hard as the first time but pretty close. I dug into his pockets and found what I was looking for - his keys. I shoved them into my pocket and got up, leaving him huddled on the ground.

I left the cafeteria in a really dramatic way, but I really didn't care. I went straight to the front and saw two security officers at the doors. I knew the code for the door. I heard that bitch that put me in here say it to Pete. I walked straight up to the officers and they immediately reacted. They both grabbed one of my arms but I ripped away. They looked really surprised, and I was too. I was seventeen and practically overpowered them.

They went to grab me again but I punched the taller one and he fell to the ground. Pain shot through my hand but I had a lot of adrenaline going and I really didn't care. I grabbed the pocket knife that was in the officers pocket and flicked it open. At this point there were tons of officers, other staff, and even a few patients, surrounding me. My chest was heaving. I had no idea what I was doing, but I know I have to see Frank. I had to made sure he was okay.

The officer that was originally there went to go grab me but I moved quickly. I accidentally cut him in his arm with the knife. He exclaimed and a few nurses grabbed him, but stayed as far ways from me as possible. All of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jerked around and stabbed whoever it was in the stomach. I looked at who it was.

Fuck.

I had just stabbed Jensen.

He yelled and fell to the ground. I immediately kneeled down next to him and picked him up. I pushed him to the nurses. They worked hard to hold his wight but dragged him to the infirmary. I looked at all the shocked faces surrounded me then the blood.

The blood.

It was all over my hands and shirt. I had to stop, but I couldn't. Every fiber of my being wouldn't let me. I had to keep going. I punched the numbers into the keypad and ran out the door. My chest burned, but I couldn't stop. I quickly found Misha's car and climbed in. I drove quickly out of the parking lot, way past the speed limit. I slowed down once the institute was out of sight, nowhere to be seen.

I looked around in his car as I drove. To my fucking luck, his phone was in the pocket of his jacket in the passengers seat. I had no idea where the fuck I was so thank God for fucking GPS. I went to the GPS shit thing and and typed in Franks address. My fingers wouldn't stop trembling so it took a while, but I eventually got it. I drove quickly as the GPS voice told me where to go and turn.

***

I pulled up to Franks house. I somehow didn't get pulled over for driving quickly. I went to the door put it was locked. I pounded on it - no answer. I had to get in there. With the adrenaline still pumping through the me, I kicked the door off the hinges. The firsts thing I saw was Frank lying on the ground, motionless. I ran to him and picked him up and hugged his motionless and unresponsive body.

I held him tight and sobbed.

"Please don't be dead. Don't die on me Frankie. I-I love you." I whispered more to myself than to him. I pressed my hand to his chest and I could barely feel his heartbeat. There was practically nothing. I let out a loud sob and picked him up.I walked out the door with him still in my arms. I laid him in the back seat of the car and drove to the only person who I knew could help.

***

I ran up to the door, still carrying Frank's small figure. I pounded on the door and it didn't take long for him to answer.

"Gerard?" he asked rather surprised

"I need you to take him to the hospital!" I said and rushed Frank into his arms. He struggled to hold him up for a moment but eventually held him up.

"Wha-"

"No! I need you to do this. I can't go out in public right now. Please. He can't die because of me." He nodded quickly "If the hospital needs some information about him, his name's Frank Anthony Iero and he's seventeen. He was beat really bad I think and his heart beat is really low." He nodded quickly again and ran out to his car.

I watched him drive away and hoped that Frank was going to be okay.

Notes

Yay update. A little cliffhanger there, too. Enjoy! xxx