Death is Inevitable

Gerard pov


I look down the street as all the memories, the feeling of nostalgia coming over me. The old, gray road, swerving around corners then crossing into driveways where you are led up to each house. The suburban feel of this neighborhood, with the bushes lining around the sidewalks of the houses. I remember each detail. The memories came into my mind like a flood, reminding me of everything that happened. It's a crazy feeling, like you are being informed of your own life, each event that happened like someone else is telling you their life story instead of yours. I remember happiness. A feeling I'm not used to unless it's associated with death. I also remember the torture of school.


Being bullied until I bled, until I passed out. The bullying was what got me into the concept of death, I mean if you're going to get bullied why not just enjoy it? After that, each time they bullied me, I smiled the whole time, and eventually they left me alone. I wasn't particularly happy when they left me alone since I was beginning to enjoy the pain, the misery of it. They feed off of fear and if you don't give them that they leave you alone, I guess it's as simple as that. The best times were when they took me behind the school, after school, dragging my body before throwing me on the ground, bringing punches to every inch of my body, sometimes even bringing weapons like knives or shards of glass with them. I know they were trying to intimidate me with all of the 'weapons' they brought, but it didn't work, no, it only made me happier. I remember the piercing feeling of the shard of glass breaking the skin and going through a vital vein or sometimes hitting the bone. I looked that feeling, I also loved the feeling when they took it out how the excruciating pain fueled my thirst for more agony. After those encounters i began reading books on murder, researching serial killers like Jack the Ripper and more. It intrigued me, learning about there ways of life, how they thought, though I idiots that wrote the book always made them out to look like psychopaths, I took it into my own perspective, thinking about how they thought, how they must of felt at that time, they adrenaline pumping through your veins as you take someone's life and bring them to peace, to happiness. It really made me think, and when they stopped bullying me, I just became the weird outcast kid, with his head always in a book, and I actually liked it that way. If only I knew the chances of what I was going to grow up to be.


I look over at Frank and he gives me a small smile before we begin to walk forward.


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I walk down the road with Mikey and Frank on both of my sides. I remember a small, brown house with one story and sheets covering up the windows from the insides, acting as curtains. We continue to walk down the street and I look at each house, differ met in their own unique way, the people of the houses personality showing just by the details on their house. You can actually tell a lot about a person by their house.


We keep walking, and when I see a small brown house sitting on the corner of the street, I stop in my tracks. I glance at Mikey and see that he's holding his breath and his face is becoming a little purple. I grab his hand in mine and squeeze a little before looking at Frank and doing the same. I look down at my shoes as I begin to walk up the fairly steep driveway, passing my mothers old white Chevy. We walk up to the door before I take a deep breath and slowly, but loudly knock on the door.


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I hear footsteps coming to the door and I hear the soft click of the door unlocking before I am met with the face of my shocked mother. She just freezes in her tracks and her eyes go wide, filling with tears a little bit. Her face looks much older now, even though we've been gone for only a few years and her hair is in a bun and she's wearing an apron. Tear begin to fill my eyes too, as I brace, waiting for her to slam the door shut in my face, but it doesn't close. "M-Mikey, G-G-Gerard..?" She stutters out after a few minutes of silence and her staring at us, in awe. "Yeah mom, it's us." Mikey says to her. "How are you out? How are you here? I didn't get a call saying you were coming home." She says, her eyes still a little wide.


"Well, they decided that they wanted it to be a surprise." Mikey says, quickly lying. "Oh, well I'm so happy to have you home." She says a little nervously, which im not surprised about since her two murderer sons and one random kid just showed up on her doorstep. "And who is this?" She asks, pointing to Frank. "This is Frank...my friend." I say, not quite sure what to address him as. "Well you guys can stay as long as you need to." She says a little quietly and all three of us nod, thanking her. "You can go to your rooms, you father will be home soon." She says, and we go off into our rooms, Frank following me into mine.
"Wow, I just, I just don't even know what to say." I say, pacing back in forth in my room. "We're out, we're really free. I'm back home." Frank smiles at me, and flops down on the bed. "So this if your room, huh?" He says looking around. "Yeah, well my old room. I mean I haven't lived here for like 3 years I was only 17 when I actually lived in this room." He nods. "Yeah, I can't believe we're actually out. I wonder how long it'll last until your mom finds out about how we're not supposed to be out." Frank says, smirking. "She won't know." I say, smirking back. I flop on the bed next to Frank and i entwine my fingers with his. I have mixed emotions right now. I'm ecstatic to be home, frightened about my mom finding out and honestly, I think I'm love with Frank.

Notes

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