Death is Inevitable

Gerard pov


The next morning I wake up next to Frank with my arm around his side.
I smile at how close I am to him before rolling over onto my side and stretching my arms while yawning. I forget where I am for a second, before remembering that im home. I'm really home, and for once it's not a figment of my imagination like most things seemed to be for forever. Ive got a new sense of...freedom, like I can do anything. Of course I still will have to hide in the shadows considering there's most likely hundreds of people looking for me, Mikey, and Frank, since they're not stupid, and they're most likely aware that some of the most dangerous patients they had in their facility have escaped somehow. I roll over and pull the blankets off of me before standing up and walking to the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel on the way there.



I open the wooden white door that leads to the bathroom and walk into it, shivering a little because I was used to the warm blanket I had wrapped around me minutes ago. I walk over to the tub, where I start the shower and wait for it to warm up. After a few minutes of waiting, I begin to strip down and step under the spray of clean warm water. I stand under the spray, just enjoying the warmth. It's so different here, everything is. Even showers. It may sound stupid, here it's so relaxing to take a shower, and there it was just so stressful. You were always worried that someone would say something about you, or the water was freezing or it was completely burning your body, leaving little red marks trailing down. That's only one of the things that are different. It's a lot less stressful here and that's pretty obvious, I mean you don't have guards breathing down your backs with everything you do here, you get some freedom. I still can't really go outside or anything, but at least im not constantly being watched.



I begin to grab the bar of soap before I see a razor in the corner of my eye. Hm. I haven't seen one of those in forever. I slowly pick it up and begin examining it. Looking closely at the details, the sharpness of the blade, the bluish green color of the handle, wondering what kind of things it can do, waiting to see its potential. I begin to life it up to my neck, before suddenly stopping and dropping the razor quickly. "NO!" I scream, before collapsing onto the floor of the shower and rocking back in forth, a sobbing mess. "I-I can't." I say, as tears stream down my face, as the blood would have been down my neck if I had gone through with the cut. I continue to sit in the ground, trying to calm myself down, before I slowly stand up, and turn off the shower. I grab the towel and oat myself dry then slide my clothes on and walk out of the bathroom. I just hope Frank doesn't notice my tear stained face.



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"What's wrong?" Frank asks when I walk into the room. Damn. "What do you mean?" I say casually trying to play it off. "Well, your- nevermind." He says, sighing and looking back down at his feet. I shrug, and sit on the bed, taking in all of the memories that are still flooding through my head because of being in this room. After a few minutes Frank tries again. "So, what really happened?" He questions. I sigh, and give in. "I almost cut my neck." I mumble. "You, what?" "I almost cut my neck with a razor that was in the shower, but I didn't." I mumble again. "Gerard.." He says, walking over and sitting next to me. I lay my head on his chest, being vulnerable for once and slowly tears begin to stream down my face again. He runs his hand through my hair, and I close my eyes.



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We all sit in silence at the table. "So, how was work Dad?" Mikey says awkwardly, trying to break the silence. My dad smiles awkwardly and begins to speak. "Well, we got a new boss, and he's letting us work less hours so that's good. Also I have te next few days off so maybe we could, um catch up?" He says sweating a little and looking down at his plate. I see Frank glance at me and I look back at him. He makes an uncomfortable face and I mouth the words 'I know' to him and he looks away. "Yeah, that would be cool." Mikey says quietly looking at his place too, like basically everyone else is doing.


"That was awkward." Frank says, flopping down on my bed and staring at the ceiling. "Yeah, it was." I reply. "I have a weird feeling, like about your parents." "Yeah I know I hate them too." I growl. "No, not like that, just- I don't know." He says. "I don't know either." I say back. I stand up and grab my pajamas before beginning to change and Franks eyes go wide. "What are you doing?" He stutters. "Getting dressed" "Here..?" "Um, yeah." I say, smirking and he just continues to stare. Once Im finished he gets up and walks out of the room, so he can change too. He comes back in with black pajama pants on and a white tee shirt. He sits down on the bed next to me, pulling the covers up to his chin, before I sit up and lean over to him, placing a small kiss on his lips. He begins blushing madly and I roll over on my side, turning away from him, where I hear him mumble something. "We're all a little messed up." "What?" I ask sitting back up, but he's already asleep.

Notes

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