Death is Inevitable

Gerard pov


"What's that?" I ask, pointing to a scar on his stomach. We're still sitting on the bathroom floor, and Frank has calmed me down a little more. "Oh." He says looking down at the scar. "I'm actually not sure, I feel like I've had it forever. There was an incident that happened when I was younger and I think it may be from that." He explains.


"What-what was the incident?" I ask not sure if I should ask that question. He starts to shake a little bit. "Hey, it's ok if you don't wanna tell me, but if you do I promise I won't judge. You know we're all a little messed up, just in different ways. You can think of it as a way of expressing yourself. Your past, your torture was yours. Not anyone else's." I tell him. He stares off into space, probably thinking about what I just said. "Well." He begins. "I'm actually not even all that sure. Every doctor he just addresses it as 'the incident' all I remember was immense pain and a smirking face looking down at me. It was horrible and im so goddamn stupid to not have remembered it." He says, looking at the ground.


"It's ok, in all honesty I don't remember any of my past though either. It's weird. I remember small images and have déjà vu often. I'm not even sure what I did to get here in the first place. I never even told anyone about my thoughts taking over, they think it's me, not my mind plotting against me." I say, not looking at Frank. He chuckles a little bit. "Yeah, that's weird that we both can't remember our pasts. I wonder if anyone else is like that." I just 'Hm' in response.


"Well anyway, I have to go over the plan with you." I say smirking mischievously at Frank. He just smirks back. "So we need to go to our next therapy session,'but arrive a little early. Then we'll sneak into the back room and see if our files are even in there. If they are, we can't get them yet-" "why?" Frank interrupts. "Because, it'll be too soon, we need to make another separate plan, to actually steal the files. It's going to be kind of a long process, but not too long. So if we don't even see the files in the therapy room, then we'll have to make a new plan anyway." I finish.


"Ok sounds good. So we go to therapy early tonight?" He asks, trying to make sure he has the whole plan. "Yeah, meet me in my room first." He nods and we get up off the bathroom floor, me having to help him up.


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"You want to get something to eat?" I ask, as we walk out of the bathroom. "Yeah, I'm starving." He says and we walk into the noisy cafeteria together. We both grab trays and start piling the soup onto our trays. Hm finally something other than chili in the hundreds of years that I've been here. It's nice to have a change. Maybe this could be the start to a new day. Maybe this plan will work and we'll figure out everything about our pasts, and possibly how we know each other from before. It's funny how a simple change like the food in this stupid cafeteria, can give you a whole new look on things right then.
We sit down at OUR table now I guess. I gave in even though I only told him one day. "What happened to ONE day?" He smirks. I just shrug and look up at Frank, who now has a terrified look on his face. "Frank what's-" im cut off by a hand grabbing the back of my shirt. I turn around and see Ronnie. "I beat up your pathetic friend, it's your turn now." He snarls. I'm beginning to make a comeback, when my 'other side' takes control. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be dead?" I ask him. "If that's your pathetic-" I take that sharp piece of glass and stab it in his stomach. "Since you're such an awful person, you should really be thanking me for doing this to you. I mean after all death is a blessing." I smile at him, longing to be like him, but deciding today is not my day.


He falls onto the ground, clutching his stomach and Frank just looks at him, and then back at me, horror in his eyes. "Gerard, I know I said I love revenge and all, but.." He just looks at Ronnie. I look back at Ronnie too and realize what I've done. Though it's not a bad thing, he deserved it. He deserves everything I do to him after hurting my only friend like that.


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It's four thirty and Frank is still not in my room. We said we were going to meet at four thirty. Why is he not here? Anger takes over my body and I throw a chair at the wall in a fit of rage. I try to calm myself down by sitting on the ground bringing my knees to my chest and slowly rocking back and forth, begging my thoughts to not come back right now. I feel a tear about to slip down my cheek, when I hear a knock at my door and see Frank standing outside of it. I wipe the tear from my cheek and open the door.


"You ready?" He asks. I nod and we make our way down the hallway until we reach the desired door. We slowly creak it open, making our way towards the back room and open that door. It's got millions of files in it. And I mean millions. "Let's look for yours first." I say going over to the files labeled 'I'. I look through it trying to find an 'Iero' and to my disappointment I can't find it. "Well maybe they have mine." I say hopefully. "We make our way over to the 'W's'. R find one file with the last name Way on it. Mikey. I've heard that name before. "They don't have my file, but when we come back for files, we're taking this Mikey kids." I say determined to figure out who 'Mikey' is. "Ok" Frank says back. We spend another fifteen minutes looking for our files, when I here Frank tell something. "I found it!!" He yells from across the room. "Shhh Frank. And awesome, we just need to wait now that we know where they are if we walk out with files right now to the therapy session, we'd have them taken away and we'd probably be watched by every guard and doctor here." I explain. "Yeah." He agrees.


We sit in our chairs and half listen to Dr. Bryar. It's not like he's helping in anyway. He's mostly just talking about how we can express ourselves by something that is not anger. Yeah, try doing that when you practically have a whole other personality that basically FEEDS off of anger. It's not that easy. He also makes us draw what we are feeling, so I draw a dead body that is covered and blood, but is smiling, happy that they're gone. I show Dr. Bryar my drawing and he pulls me off to the side. "You know Gerard, you can draw,other things than death right?" I shrug, not wanting to talk to him. He just sighs and let's me walk back to my chair, where im planning my every move for the next day.

Notes

Double update yay ^-^


so what what do you think they're going to find in their files? Comment what you think!