From the earth to the morgue

Frank gulped and asked me once more, "What did you do to Chris, Gerard?"

I smiled softly, "It's nothing to worry about, Frankie. Let's just forget about it." I cooed as I stepped closer to Frank.

"No!" Frank shouted, stomping his foot, "Stop treating me like a fucking child and tell me what you did, Gerard! You've been acting so weird lately. And you've been so goddamn obsessed with this stupid kidnapper. And I know damn well you didn't leave for four hours just to get me a ring! You did something to Chris! I know you did!"

I sighed softly, looking down, "Okay. You're right. I went back for him." I looked back up, as a smirk spread across my cheeks, "But all we did was play a small game."

"A game?" Frank questioned.

I nodded, chewing on my lip deviously, "Yep. Just a little game."

Frank's face twisted in horror, "Gerard? What happened?"

A devilish smirk spread across my lips "He lost." I stated simply.

Frankie's eyes widened once it all clicked in his mind, "Oh my god! Oh my god! You fucking didn't!! Gerard, please, tell me you didn't kill him!! Please, oh my god!"

I pouted slightly, "Well, that would just be lying wouldn't it?"

Frank looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, "Oh my god!" Frank clutched into his stomach, "I think I'm going to puke. Oh my god. I can't believe you. I can't believe you could do such a thing, Gerard! How could you do this?!"

I frowned, "He hurt you! I couldn't let him get away with it, Frankie! You're my everything! I can't let anyone hurt you!!"

Frank clutched his stomach even tighter, "Holy shit. You did this because of me." Frank then leaned over and began puking.

I gasped running over to him, gently grabbing ahold of his arm, "Are you okay, baby?"

Frank ripped his arm away from my grip, stumbling back, "You're fucking insane, Gerard! You need fucking help!!" Frank cried out.

I stood there dumbfounded, "I need nothing of the sort!"

Frank shook his head violently, "You need to turn yourself in!"

My eyes widened, "I can't do that! They'll take me away from you, Frankie! I can't handle that!" I cried out.

"Good! I don't think I can be around a murderer!" Frank stood there for a second, "Oh my god. You killed all of those other people too. Didn't you?"

I kept silent as my gaze fell to the ground.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." Frank repeated over and over as he stepped even farther away from me.

I looked up at Frank with sorrowful eyes, "Frank please don't leave me. I did this for us!"

"For us?! How the fuck did you do this for us?!"

I opened my mouth to respond, but then quickly shut it not having a reasonable answer.

"You didn't do this for us." Frank stated, "You did this for you."

I gasped, watching him dolefully.

Frank stood there with wild eyes, "How do I know you're not just going to snap one day and kill me too? How do I fucking know that, Gerard??"

I stepped closer to him, "Because I could never hurt you! I can't stand the idea of anyone hurting you in general! God, if I hurt you. I'd. I'd probably go insane!"

Frank shook his head, a frown painted across his beautiful lips, "You already have."

I stared at Frank with shocked eyes.

I've lost him.
He's not going to accept it.
I've lost him.
No. He has to.
He has to!
I can't lose him!

I watched as Frank started heading towards the door.

I scurried over to Frank, grabbing ahold of his arm once more, "No! Frank please! Please don't leave! I fucking need you!!"

Frank looked at me with tear filled eyes, "I can't! I don't even know who you are anymore, Gerard!"

"I'm still me, Frankie!" I felt tears begin to pour down my cheeks, "I'll stop! I'll stop killing! I promise!! I'll stop for you!"

Frank frowned down at me, "I don't know if that's enough, Gerard!" He began pulling his arm from my grip once more.

I clutched onto him, "No! Please!!" I sobbed, "Frankie please! I love you!"
Frank struggled against me, "Let me go, Gerard!" He cried out, attempting to pry his arm away once again.

I sobbed clutching onto him even tighter, "Don't leave me!!!"

Frank whimpered, his attempts to escape getting weaker by the second, "You're hurting me, Gerard!"

I instantly let go. I didn't want to. I shouldn't have. But I did.

Frank wistfully looked down at me once more, "I'm sorry, Gee." And with that Frank walked out.

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