Death is Inevitable

Frank pov


I wake up the next morning and find the bed next to me to be empty. I was slightly upset and slightly happy at the same time. It's not like I was going to wake up and have a full on conversation with him, it would just have been nice to have someone THERE. I mean I don't exactly like people though, so I guess it's a good thing he's not here. I just shrug and get dressed before walking down to the cafeteria.


I walk in the long, narrow white hallways. They're completely empty, nothing on them. Not even a single place where they missed paint. I wonder if there ever was something on the walls. If there was anything I feel like it would most likely be blood, or someone's body part. I shudder at the thought. This place reminds me of my old home, where IT happened. I start to get lost in my torturous thoughts, thinking about every single scar, every cut. Reminding me of the pain that I've been through. My mind starts to take over again, it leading me back to my room, where I look through and find a syringe. One of the doctors must have left it in here. I pick it up, not fully in control of what my body is making me do. I lift it up to my wrist and am about to cut myself with it before a doctor comes rushing it. "Frank!" I look up suddenly and shove the syringe in my wrist 'accidentally' going to deep. I watch my wrist begin to bleed, and I begin regretting what I just did before I black out.


Gerard pov


I'm beginning to walk back to my room when I look through the window and see Frank holding a syringe. It looks like he's going to cut himself with it, and that's when I get intrigued. I watch admiringly through the window and wait in anticipation for him to cut himself with it. Maybe I won't have to do it myself, maybe he'll just bring death upon himself. I continue to watch, when im pushed out of way by Dr. Rider as he opens the door quickly going inside. I'm still watching and i see Frank plunge the needle deep into his skin before Dr. Rider can even stop him. I step away from the door, smiling.


2 days later


Gerard pov


It's been two days since Frank has tried to kill himself. He just woke up yesterday and is now being monitored, which also means that I'm being monitored too since we share a room. It sucks. I try to stay out of my room as much as possible since Frank is usually in there, and that also means that they're in there. I think the doctors have been noticing too, because they've been escorting me back to my room a lot lately, probably thinking that I'm up to something. I sit at my table alone in the cafeteria and I'm so lost in thought, that I don't even notice that Frank sits right in front of me at my table. MY table. How dare he? "What are you doing?" I snap at him. "Um, Im eating." He says timidly. "In case you haven't noticed, this is MY table." "Ok, well now it's OUR table." He says giving me a smirk. I just glare at him. I guess I'll have to share I mean the kid did try to kill himself a few days ago, not that I have any problem with that.'he's just one of those unlucky people that dont succeed at killing themselves. Might as well let him sit at this fucking table for one day. "One day, got it?" I snap. "Got it." He says smiling at me.


I walk into the shower room, and walk over to the nearest stall. You know what's great about this? There's no fucking curtains. Yeah, you have to shower naked in front of a bunch of crazy people. I'm not crazy, so why can't I leave? I step under the spray and look over to my right into the next shower section. It's Frank and he's showering with his pants ON. He also has a worried look on his face. Like he's scared someone might come up and attack him. Now that I think about it, he always looks like that. When I see him like that I experience weird déjà vu. It's like I've seen him before. Weird. What kind of idiot does that though. Wearing pants in the shower? He sees me giving him a weird look and he starts to look embarrassed. I see him accidentally glimpse down on me and his face grows an even brighter red. I just give him a smirk and he turns away quickly. I let my hair go under the stream of warm water and watch the black color turn to an even darker black as it becomes wet. I then grab a towel and dry myself off, not without sneaking a glance over to Frank and I see him watching me.


I walk back down the hallways, but I stop before I reach my door, looking at an open door that seems to be one of the doctors rooms. I look around making sure that no one is in there before I walk in and look at some of the files. I look through all of them and see one that is familiar. "Mikey Way?" I ask to myself. Where have I heard that before? I just shrug it off before beginning to look for my file and maybe even Franks. After looking for hours, I still haven't found either of ours and I've looked through every file. I decide to give up and I trudge back to my room.


I see Frank curled up on his bed looking at the white wall. I wonder what he's thinking about. It weird, even though it's a boring old white wall, I feel like whenever I look at it, it reminds me of something. Like a memory or even just a random thought. It brings me back to the past and into a whole new world, just looking at a stupid white wall. You know maybe I am just a little crazy. I look at Frank again and see that he is staring at me. "Night Frank." I say. "Night Gerard." He says back.


I wake up to the sound of Frank screaming. Again. I rush over there, but this time I. A little more worried than last time. "Frank? Frank?" He sits up quickly taking quick, short breaths. "Calm down its just a dream." I say trying to calm him a little bit more. I sit next to him on the bed. He flinches for a second, probably scared that I'll punch him or something, and honesty I don't blame him. If we weren't in this situation and it wasn't Frank, I would definitely punch that person. I don't know what it is about him, he's just so vulnerable. Usually I'd use that to my advantage, but with him I just CANT. I don't know why. "I'm going to go back to my bed ok?" I ask. "He just nods and falls back asleep.


We wake up the next morning to a bunch of doctors sitting on chairs in our room. I look over at Frank, who has an alarmed look on his face. One doctor stands up. "So we were reading through both of your files and we realized something. We can't have you two sharing a room. It's just- we just- we can't." He says stuttering a bit at the end. "Why?" I ask. "That's confidential. We can not tell either of you so just don't bother asking anymore." The doctor snaps, clearly looking very irritated. Frank just looks back at me, a sad look on his face before the doctors take all his stuff and lead him out of my room. Once everyone's gone I already start plotting how im going to read both of our files.

Notes

You know those days where you just feel terrible about yourself? Well guess what I'm having one of those days. Great isn't it?


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