Death is Inevitable

Frank pov


"Food!" The voice shouts from outside of the door, probably the same man from yesterday. I get up, leaving Gerard sitting on the bed and take the trays that the man hands to me.

"Thanks." I reply with a fake smile.

He doesn't smile back, but he does grunt in reply. When he shuts the door on my face just like yesterday, I quickly turn around to face Gerard.

"You ready?" I ask, dumping the food from the trays onto the ground.

"I think I've been ready for a while." He says, smirking as he takes the now empty tray and walks over to the window.



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*three hours earlier*


"It's funny to think that in a matter of hours we could be out of this place, free like we were for the limited amount of time that we were days ago. We could actually have that again." I say, just blurting my thoughts out loud.

"I love it when you do that." Gerard says, blushing a little.

"What?"

"Speak what's on your mind. You stare off into space and just ramble off anything that's bothering you. Sometimes I don't think you realize it, but I love it when you do. It's nice to know what's on your mind, because sometimes you say things I know you wouldn't normally just say." He says, and I look at the ground, embarrassed that I apparently do that more than I realized.

"So you got the plan?" He asks and I nod.

"Yeah, pretty much the same thing I told you yesterday. We get the tray, use it as a crow bar, ply open the bars and get out. From that point on, we'll look for the exact locations of cameras and try not to get on tape. If we do, it'll be fine because we'll be out there before they can catch us anyways." I scrunch up my nose a little as I think about exactly what we're going to do.

"What about officers and doctors walking around the premises? We're not leaving at night like last time, so there will be more people walking around. We'll have to come up with some way to sneak out without being seen, which will be very hard." He says.

"Yeah, we can get the tray and open the window when it's lunch time. Well be getting our trays around that time anyway so well just have to hurry. There's usually not as many guards walking around the outside fence at that time so we have a better chance." I tell him, and he looks like he goes into deep thought.

"That may work." He says, smiling.

"I hope." I say, smiling back.

I look around the room and sigh. It's nothing like my old room, it's a little smaller,'but it has a 'bathroom'. I feel so much more enclosed in this room, I guess it's because I'm not allowed to leave, and that just makes it feel that much smaller. This room also frightens me a little bit, with the blood stains on the bed sheets and the dirtiness of the bathroom area. It' probably sounds stupid, but the uncleanliness of it reminds me of my old life, my old home, and all of the traumatic events that occurred. It's weird how such little things such as the dirtiness of an object can bring you back to your past, and that is not a place I want to go back to.

Even the bloody stains remind me of what my father did to me when I made one simple mistake. I never got it, because we are born to make mistakes, it's in our nature. We're not meant to be perfect, we're meant to be far from it. I guess my father didn't get that, and I don't know why he would beat me for not being perfect when he was so far from it, that he beat me. He was what you would call a hypocrite. A definite one.

I never got hypocrites, they blame people for doing things they do themselves, it just has never made sense to me.



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*three hours later*


"Food!" The voice shouts from outside of the door, probably the same man from yesterday. I get up, leaving Gerard sitting on the bed and take the trays that the man hands to me.
"Thanks." I reply with a fake smile.

He doesn't smile back, but he does grunt in reply. When he shuts the door in my face, just like yesterday, I quickly turn around to face Gerard.

"It's time." I say and he nods.

I pick up the tray and walk over to the trash can, dumping the disgusting food that is piled on it into the waste bin. It slides off, leaving a trail of what looks like slime, and I take the now empty metal tray and walk over to the window. I stare straight at the window, before lifting the tray up to it. I stick it in there, and wedge it in between two of the bars. I start pushing it against one side and one of the bars moves slightly.
"Gerard, it's working!" I say, excitedly. He looks over, raising his eyebrows when he sees it for himself. He walks over and I can see that he begins to get excited too. Maybe there is hope for us after all.

I continue to move the tray up and down, moving the bars slowly. It takes a while, but at least we know it's working.

Finally, after what seems like hours, but in reality only about half an hour, the bars are far enough separated so that we can squeeze through.

"Gerard, come on." I say, and he looks up and walks over.

"You ready?" I ask.

"I think so." He says, looking a little unsure.

"Hey, it's gonna be ok, we just have to hurry because we don't know when they'll be back from lunch. It took us long enough to open these bars." I tell him and he nods.

We walk over to the window and he goes through first. He uses his hands to pull himself through and barely makes it.

"Your turn." He says.

I lift myself through, and I know I've made it through when I feel myself roughly hit the ground. I must of had my eyes closed.

"Come on we gotta go." Gerard says, hurriedly as he rushes me up and we run off. We reach the outside fence and I know this is it.

"Gerard, we're gonna make it." I say, with some tears forming in my eyes.

"I know Frank, I know." He says, looking at me thoughtfully.

"You idiots are so naïve." A voice behind us, says, cackling with laughter. We both turn around and are met face to face with one of the officers. Specifically the one who gives us our trays of food every day.
"Well isn't it a pleasure seeing you again?" I spit out.

"Indeed it is." He says, smiling that evil grin.

Notes

I'm going to try to update every day because sadly, this story is coming to an end. I have an idea for the next story and im really excited about it, but I'm sad to be letting this go, but I know how im going to end it and im pretty sure there will not be a sequel. I'm not positive yet, but I'm pretty sure there won't be. Anyways I hope you like this chapter!

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