“I’m not that easy to kill sweetie.” The Master says as his powerful hands wrap around my neck, lifting me high into the air, I hear the sound of my bones crushing as the world fades to black.


Gerard’s P.O.V

I wake up, my head spinning, the memories swirl around like a tornado. I slowly open my aching, tired eyes to find that I am in the dark and alone once again. In this moment I long for Frank’s comforting touch to coax me back into this wretched world. I let a groan of pain escape my lips as I place a hand to my head, desperately trying to remember how I ended up like this. The last thing I remember is Frank holding my hand in The Master’s dungeon telling me it’ll be okay. Well I guess things didn’t turn out okay. I slowly lift my throbbing head off of the soft pillow and sit up, taking in my surroundings. It looks like the same room I woke up in last time, but it can’t be as I hear music and the clock tower striking a new hour. I move to stand up and realize I’m still in my parade uniform coated with blood and dust. Newly formed rips and tears make up a majority of the black fabric. I sigh and gather what remains of my strength as I begin to walk, taking a few steps before a crippling pain wracks my already aching body, forcing me back unto the small bed. As I lie there, my broken mind damns me to a pit of despair and loneliness. Memories I wanted to forget are remembered once again, my brother’s death, my attempted suicide, my drug overdose, my mother’s tears, my father’s fists, and finally my own demise. The tears begin to fall, as I continue to lie there silent and unmoving. All of my emotions that I’ve held in for so long are expressed, anger, confusion, fear, regret. Many times I wished for death and now that my wish has been granted, I wished for life. I wished to see my mother once more, I wished for her to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be fine. I wished to love, to be in love, to be loved by someone, and I just can’t believe Frank when he said that he loved me….my pessimistic and hopeless mind can’t believe it even if it is true. But then again what’s real? You can’t find the truth. You just pick the lie you like best. As long as you know that everything is a lie, you can’t hurt yourself. I’ve hurt myself too many times trying to find the real truth, but now I’ve found my perfect lie, Frank Iero. A sudden knock at the door, pulls me from my thoughts, I quickly wipe away the tears. “Come in.” I say, my voice raspy and quiet. The wooden door creaks open and I see the source of my warped, twisted reality of love. Wide hazel eyes stare at me, sorrow and hope fills them. He flashes me a warm smile, as he closes the door behind him and steps closer to my bed.

“I was so afraid that I was going to lose you.” He confesses as he sits down next to me, while bringing his soft hand to my cheek, cupping it in a warm, soothing embrace. I welcome his signs of affection with open arms. He’s giving me something that I’ve desired for so long, I want to stay in this moment with Frank forever. But the wicked thoughts swirl around in my mind once again. It’s a lie, everything’s a lie, how could someone ever love you? Just look at yourself, you’re a pathetic, worthless piece of shit. The war in my mind rages on, as I see Frank’s mouth moving, his words I cannot hear. I now only hear the malice of my own thoughts. I stare into Frank’s eyes now filled with concern, I want so desperately to break free of my the prison that my mind has created but I can’t. I am consumed by the haunting memories that will never fade. I am now damned to rot in my little cell, my thoughts making sure I cannot escape.

Notes

Hello beautiful peoples. I know, it's super short but I promise I'm working on posting another update in the next few hours. I'm not full of broken promises, I shall post another chapter by the end of today. Until next time, I love you and thank you again. :)