Death is Inevitable

Gerard pov


Frank just looks at me in awe, a blank expression on his face. He doesn't say anything for a while and I have tears welling up in my eyes. How I could i do this to Frank? Obviously I didn't know him at the time, so I didn't know what I was doing. Why am I such a horrible person? It's my head. I'm sick. I AM crazy after all. There's actually a reason why I'm here. Frank shouldn't want to be friends with a person like me. Maybe I should find Mikey and we could escape together. I wouldn't have to worry about being guilty whenever around Frank. It's not the kind of guilty that goes away either, no it's the kind that haunts you for a lifetime. I don't think I could live with myself like that.


I glance up at Frank and then sprint out of the room, leaving Frank there alone. I'm doing this for him, for his own good. He's much better off without me, since I'm basically the reason he's here in the first place. I get back to my room, and lock the door behind me, panting as I begin to break down in tears. "Fuck my life." I whisper to myself. I slide down the wall and sit down on the ground, my head in my knees. "Frank probably hates me, is scared of me and he has the perfect reason to." I say to myself, only making me feel worse. I look down at my wrists. This skin deserves to be broken.


I get up and grab the closest and sharpest thing and bring it down on my wrist, smiling as I break the skin. I watch admiringly at the blood flowing down my hands and dripping one by one in the floor. The crimson liquid then makes a small pool on the floor, and I look at my reflection in it. "You're a monster." I say to myself. I slam my hand into the small pool and my reflection ripples and distorts a little bit. I look at my morphed face and all I see is the reflection of a monster. I don't even deserve to be on this earth. I take the sharp object and begin to try to finish the job I already started.



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Frank pov


Gerard just ran out of the room. Oh no. Knowing him, he could be dead right now. Lying in a pool of his own blood, unconscious or dead in his room. Or have a knife halfway through his arm, and he's lying in agony waiting for death to come upon him. I rush down the hallway and when I reach his room, I start banging on the door. I look through the window, and see Gerard lying on the ground. I'm too late. I start to break out in a cold sweat and tears well up in my eyes. I finally open the door, and i immediately run to Gerards side, and hold his head on my lap. I just sit there holding his head to my chest and I feel tears run down my face.


I'm sat there holding Gerard for a while before he wakes up. My heart skips a bear and I just hold him closer, which surprises him. "Frank..?" "Yeah?" I say immediately letting him go, embarrassed that I was holding him so tight. He sits up and looks at me straight in the eyes. "Are you scared of me?" He asks, worry apparent on his face. "Gerard? Why the fuck would i be scared of you?" I ask, confused as to why he's worrying when he basically just figured out he's a murderer AND he just tried to kill him self. "Well I am the reason you're here." He says looking at the ground.


"Gerard, like you said before, you're not the person you were before you came here. I'm not going to worry about what you did in the past, it wasn't you. It was your mind. No matter how bad it is im going to forgive you." I say smiling at him. He just smiles and blushes. Gerard fucking way, mass murderer just fucking blushed. I feel accomplished.


"Frank?" He asks. "Yeah?" I reply. "Well I've been thinking...and um." He stutters. "You don't have to be embarrassed to tell me, I won't make fun of you or anything." "O-ok. Well I was thinking. You wanna escape?" I look at him in awe, unsure of my answer.



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"Let's do it." I reply after thinking for a while. "It'll be hard, you know because I'm kind of known everywhere. Well have to disguise ourselves and stuff. It's not going to be easy." He says, becoming a little doubtful. "Gerard, we're doing this." "Well actually, there's one more thing." "Yeah..?" I say a little worried. "I want to bring Mikey." My breath hitches a little. "So we're breaking out an even more infamous criminal and then we're going to break out of a mental asylum?" I say, pretending to be upset. "Um..if you don't want to.." I let out a laugh. "Gerard, of course I want to. I'm sick and tired of this place, I would do anything to get out." He smiles at me widely. "So now, we've gotta plan to break out of a high security asylum AND break out a criminal who currently doesn't know who you are." "Exactly." He agrees,
smirking a little.



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"You wanna spend the night in here?" He asks me and of course I agree. We both climb into his bed and I stare at the ceiling, not planning to sleep for awhile. "Frank?" Gerard whispers after what seems like hours of silence. "Yeah?" I reply still staring at the ceiling. "Can you sleep?" "Nope." "Me either." He says back, sighing. He turns his head to look and me and I do the same. "So, you're not mad at me?" He asks. "No."'I say and he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine slowly. Slightly surprised, I lean into his touch, and kiss back. He then pulls back for air. "Sorry.' He mumbles. "Gerard. Don't be sorry." I say back to him. He smiles and tells me goodnight, before turning away and falling asleep. I do the same and I fall asleep, happy with my life for once.


I wake up the next morning with Gerards arm around me. I smile and sit up, looking over at Gerard. Today's the day we break out Mikey, and break out of this fucking place I've been calling my 'home' for what seems like forever.

Notes

A little bit of Frerard in this chapter I know, FINALLY.



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