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Demoralized Prey

..To Love A Broken Butterfly.

Song of the Chapter: Neon Cathedral -Macklemore

The bandages were definitely the easiest part. Mrs. Way put them on so cautious and gracefully. It almost felt like she was massaging me. Well, not really. But the way her fingers moved in a pattern for every bandage was soothing. Keep in mind, this was the gentlest that anyone had been with me in a long while. I went from being tossed out of a suitcase to being forced and locked into a car. Thanks to that sadistic fucker..and Gerard.
Speaking of, I kind of missed him. That sounded weird. I mean to say, I kind of wish that he was beside me. He's my go-to-guy when I need to be distracted or side tracked from current situations.

He has always king of been that for me. Maybe that's wy hia leaving hit me so hard. I didn't think about it for too long, but in the short time I did, it was really difficult. I've always found it to be ironic that right when life got really tough, was the same time that he left. My partner in crime. My friend through it all. My everyday. My every thought. My...my everything.
Mrs. Way quickly finished applying the bandages and reminded me of all the different steps.

"Are you in any physical pain sweetheart?" She asked.

"More than I can express." It was true. Throughout this whole evening, my pain stayed intact.

"Alright. Well than come see me when you're all finished. Okay?"

"Okay."

And with that she vacated the washroom, closing the door behind her. Finally I'm alone. Not that Mrs. Way was a burden or annoyance, I just love being alone. I don't know why, I mean when I'm alone and depressed I always plead to the sky for someone to come. But when I'm with people, all I want is to be by myself. I guess it's all just a part of being chronically fucked up. Whatever.

I was adjusting to the peace and quiet when I heard Gerard yelling at a not-so-loud volume. It wasjust loud enough for me to hear. Then I heard him mom talking (to him I assumed). I made my breathing quieter so I could hear what they were saying.

"Mom! You can't just expect me to trust him with that!" Gerard sounded flabbergasted

"Gerard he's fine! And besides he wouldn't even open the door if you tried. He cleary and understandably wants to do this alone!" Mrs. Way defended..

"I understand but that's exactly why it's not safe in there! He's alone and upset. He's not exactly thinking straight right now!" ....Oh God.

"What do you mean?" ....Please don't tell her.

"Ugh. It's nothing, just please move out of the way!" THANK HEAVENS!! Or whatever is up there.

Then I heard a knock on the door. I froze as if I'd been caught. Though I'd done nothing.

"Yeah?" I answered already knowing what was next.

"Frank?..Are you alright?" Gerard's voice travelled throught the door.

"I'm fine."

"Uh, good. Even thought you're lying, I'm glad to hear that." He sped up his words for a second as if he was muttering it to himself. But I heard it loud and clear.

"Okay. Whatever Gerard. What do you want?" I became a bit more irritated.

"Well, I doubt you'll let me in...so just keep talking. Talk to me while you're doing whatever."

"Why should I?" I was getting peeved, again.

"Because I know how to unlock the door from the outside, so if you get too silent, I'll stress out and open the door. Who knows what you might be doing when--I mean IF I do?"

"Asshole!" I muttered. He just chuckled and carried on.

I only responded with emotionless uh-huhs and yeahs. I was trying to focus on the task at hand as he spoke. Last thing I want is to miss a spot or clean something too much and have it burn even more. I have to admit, it wasn't the worst thing to have some white noise to drown out the silence. Or should I say a white BOY to drown it out....no. No. NO. No, I shouldn't say that. Ever again. Ever. It was just a moment.Whatever I needed a good laugh for a second. Something not based on agony. I'm fucking suicidal for fuck sakes, but still. It's been striken from the minutes and burned in the archives.
GREAT! Even my humor is mush.

Notes

Here we are
The final part of the chapter trilogy!
Yeahhssshhhh!!
Anyway, comment if you're up for it
Love You ALL!!
Thanks For Reading!!
-AToxicKilljoy

*whispers* he said his everything *giggles like a maniac and cries a bit* *derp face*

Comments

heyyyyy
sorry i got mega grounded and my Facebook was hacked so now i have a new account and I'm gonna post my stories on it so don't worry I'm still around i just was on hiatus for a bit

P>S there is already newer updates for DP on Wattpad under the same name, title and author (without the 2) so check it out and comment or message me if you wanna to get to know me.....or if you don't its cool i don't mind

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AToxicKilljoy2 AToxicKilljoy2
8/31/15

Can't wait to see what happenes next! :) x

Pinchetta Pinchetta
6/7/15

New update coming your way a little later today y'all. Just let me finish my school for the week and get home to relax....and type. XD XP Love You Pickles!

AToxicKilljoy AToxicKilljoy
6/4/15

honestly I'll comment every five seconds if it makes you happy// I like to make people happy

Kurt Cobain Kurt Cobain
6/1/15

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Aww thnx! I reallly love coming back to these comments when I log on x)


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AToxicKilljoy AToxicKilljoy
6/1/15