Death is Inevitable

Gerard pov


I walk into the freezing cold bathroom as I look at the clock and it reads 3:00 am. I sigh before turning the faucet on and I see clear, cold water come rushing out of the spout. I put my hands under the water, getting a few goosebumps and splash the water onto my face, trying to forget the nightmare I had just had.

"Gerard?" A voice says, as the door swings open.

I jump a little, startled by the sudden movement, as I turn towards the door and see Franks face.
"What's wrong? Why are you up?" He questions, looking a little worried.

"I just had a nightmare, im ok." I tell him, and he walks over and pulls me into an embrace. I stand in shock for a moment before hugging back.

"What was it about?" He asks looking up at me.

"We were just back in the asylum, locked up a-and you well I-I killed you." I mumble, and he just gives me a sympathetic look.

"You aren't scared of me?"

"I know you wouldn't do that. There's no reason to be scared.

"But, how do you know that, I dreamt about it." I question.

"Because that's why you're scared. You would never do something like that to me, and that's why you're all upset about it." He says, smiling.

I look back down at him and smile as we walk back to the bed room before we both bring the covers up to our necks and Frank wraps his arm around my waist and nuzzles his face into the back of my neck as we fall asleep in that position.


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I wake up to the smell of rain, and the light sound of raindrops hitting my window. Rain, I love the sound and the smell, I love everything about rain. I never realized how much I missed it since when I was locked up I never got to see the rain. It's funny how something so stupid like rain can make you feel like you're missing a big chunk of your life. I love the way the clouds are black and block the sky, not letting any light come in and it's like it's night all over again. I especially love it when there's thunder and lightning. The horrendous clap of thunder making everyone scared. I love the fear of everyone around me. Oh, and when the lightning strikes, possibly striking someone at that moment. I groan, and slowly roll over, now face to face with Frank. I smile a little before stretching my arms in the air and yawning. Frank then slowly opens his eyes, yawning too.

"Morning." He said.

"Morning." I say back, yawning.

I get up and stretch, and he does the same.

"What do you want to do today? We can't just sit around all day." I tell him, as I get some clothes out of my backpack.

"We can go out, you know like just go to a movie or something, it'll be in the dark so it's not like anyone can see us." He says excitedly, a huge smile on his face.

"The movies? Seriously?" I say, laughing at him. "Yeah, I guess we could do that, I haven't been to a movie theater for like forever."

I walk down the stairs and grab a wallet that's just laying out in the counter. Probably my dads.
"You're just gonna take it?" Frank says, chuckling.

"Yeah, who cares?" I say back smirking.

Frank shrugs and I pick the wallet off of the counter along with the keys that are laying on the marble counter next to the wallet. I stuff them in my pocket before walking with Frank out of the door and pressing the unlock button on the keys and hearing the car click as it unlocks. I get into the drivers seat, and Frank into the passengers as we drive off to the theater.


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Me and Frank sit next to each other in the dark as his eyes widen in fear, at the movie we're watching, "Texas Chainsaw Massacre". I stare at the screen in awe, intrigued by the things that are happening. The blood, the murder. I love it. All of it. Was this what it was like for the people, that I murdered? I hope so. Those lucky bastards. I continue to watch the movie getting more in more intrigued in the goriness of it all, before I just become numb. My whole body, no feeling in anything from my head to my toes.

I get up fast and run to the bathroom staring at my reflection in the mirror. I see a murderous look in my eyes and im scaring myself. I punch the mirror as hard as I can, and watch each piece fall to the ground, like little pieces of me breaking. I start breathing heavily as I clutch the sides of the sink and a man walks out of another stall, a terrified look on his face, he looks at me and then scampers away. I pick up pieces of the mirror, looking at the little pieces of my reflection in it. I'm broken. I'm a mess. I look back up at what is left of the mirror that's still on the wall and begin to sob.

"Gerard?" I hear a voice say from behind me.

I look back at the mirror and see Frank behind me.

"What happened to the mirror?" He asks. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm ok. The movie just got to me. I felt numb and I just had to leave." I say, tears welling up in my eyes. He walks over and rests his head on my shoulder.

"It's gonna be ok. Why don't we go back home?" He says, taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom.

"I'll drive." He tells me, and I nod, happy that I can just relax in the passengers seat instead of having to focus on driving.

When we get back home, Frank parks the car in the driveway and we get out of the car, running inside and placing the keys and wallet in the exact same spot as they were in before hoping to not be noticed.
"What are you doing?" A voice behind me, probably my mom says.

"We, uh just went to the movies." I say, quietly.

I turn around and I see my mom with her arms crossed and a stern look on her face. I hear screaming behind her and automatically become worried.

"Where's Mikey?" I shout, worried.

My mom steps around the corner and im met with the faces of at least 20 police officers, standing there, holding Mikey down and looking at us, mischievous looks on their faces.

"Well shit."

Notes

So if you noticed I changed my writing format, I just decided I liked this way a lot better and it just looks better I think. Well anyway, I hope Ya liked the chapter!


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