Death is Inevitable

Gerard pov


I start to break down in tears, just thinking of the traumatic events of my past. I feel the tears slide down my face one by one, each tear holding a memory of what happened that day. I'm not only a murderer but I killed my once best friend. The only one I could trust for what seemed like forever, at the time. Now that I have Frank, I could hurt him too. His fate could be the same as Brendon's was. I don't think I could live with myself if Frank ended up like Brendon, hell, I can hardly live with myself for what I did to Brendon. I'm messed up. I'm a monster who deserves to be alone, locked in isolation. I close my eyes and let the tears fall, as I wrap my arms around my torso, which has now gone cold. I open my eyes slightly and look at Frank, who is giving me a confused look because of my sudden outburst of tears. "Gerard...what's wrong?" He asks timidly, trying to not get too close, because he knows what happens when my thoughts take over, basically everyone here knows.



"Everything." I say and shut my eyes again. I know this is childish of me, but it's the only thing I can think to do right now in this situation. I'm so overwhelmed with..everything, that it's clouding my judgment and I just can't think of what to say. "Can- can you tell me?" I look up at him, and just sigh. "No." I tell him. He looks away. "No, I can't tell you why I did it, I can only tell you what I did." I say, sighing. He looks back at me and gives me a small smile. "I'm ready." He says, looking eager to hear what has me so upset. "Well, it all started when I first came here.."



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I finish telling Frank the whole story, detail for detail. I didn't leave a single one out and by the end of the story I'm crying again. He moves up closer to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder. I lay my head on his shoulder. It's not one of those clichè moments where you lay your head on the others shoulder and then end up making out, no, im basically a crying mess, with snot running down my face as Frank tries to comfort me without getting my snot on him. Romantic right? I just want to forget that kiss between us never happened honestly, it's in the past just like all the torturous things I did. It's a memory, made to be forgotten. "So, how long ago was this?" He asks. "Um, just a little bit before you came." I say, wiping tears off my face. "Oh." He says, looking at the ground. "Hey,'it's in the past though. You just keep moving forward, and the memories move backwards. You just gotta move on." He says encouragingly. I give him a small smile.



"So what the plan for today?" He asks, after a while of uncomfortable silence. "Well, we break out Mikey, then break out of this prison." I say sarcastically. He just slaps my wrist, and I cringe, because I still have a scar. "Sorry," He says. "But what's the real plan?" "Well, we break Mikey out during the main lunch hour, so most of the guards are supervising the cafeteria, and we take him back to my room, where we wait until nightfall to actually break out of here." He nods in approval, and we wait until it's time to break Mikey out.



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"Ready?" Frank asks. I nod and we both leave my room, heading for a part of the asylum we've never been to before. It's got a high security door...which happens to be open. Fuck, did we get lucky. We sneak through, looking around for cameras. Then I realize, cameras. Shit. "Frank, we need to disable the cameras." He looks at me, his face white, and he nods furiously. "They could've seen us already." "I know. We need to disable them, now." We run back out of the room to the main control room. I open the door and the room appears to be empty. We walk over to the security cameras and disable the cord. We're ready now. We're about to walk out the door when we hear a voice. "What are you two doing in here?" We both slowly turn around to be met with the face of a guard. "Uh- I---" I struggle to form a sentence, when Frank decides to kick the guard in his crotch. He falls to the ground, and then Frank grabs a chair and smashes it on top of his head. The guard sprawls out into a heap on the floor. "Wow." I say in awe. "Didn't know you could do that." "Yeah, I know how to fight dumbass" he says jokingly and I smile at him and he smiles back, wide. We rush out of the room, this time hopefully going to make it to Mikey's room without forgetting anything.



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Finally, once again reaching the high tech doorway, we go through it, but this time without anything stopping us. We walk around and are surrounded by cells, which were not used to. There's three cells on each side of the room, each with a toilet and a bunk bed. I cringe just looking at the tiny rooms. I never realized how lucky I was until I saw these rooms. Of course I'm not LUCKY, but at least my life isn't spent in a tiny cell. I look in each cell we pass, usually getting dirty looks, a middle finger, or lustful looks from the prisoners being held captive in the tiny cells. I get a lustful look from a middle aged man with a scrawny figure, and a foul smelling beard. Frank just glares at him and I roll my eyes. When we're about halfway through the whole room, I realize I have no clue what Mikey looks like. We're screwed. I decide to take one last look, when I see what I KNOW is Mikey. I just KNOW. "Mikey?" I ask quietly and he looks up. He's a scrawny boy, with thin brown hair, crooked glasses and thin lips. "Who are you?" He snaps. "I'm Gerard, your brother and this is Frank. We're hear to break you out." He looks us both over and gives us a wide, devilish grin.

Notes

Mikey! Yay! Do you think he's good or bad?? Also I feel like I'm rushing a little on the Frerard..what do you guys think?



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