From the earth to the morgue

His back muscles moved elegantly as he pushed himself into me once more.
He was quite rough.
I didn't really mind though.
I even let him call me Frank.
I knew I was simply just a rebound, but I don't think I really cared.
He was fucking beautiful.
I couldn't resist.

Gerard grunted heavily, plunging himself into me once more, keeping his eyes away from mine,

"Fuck, Frankie."

I groaned clutching onto his shoulders roughly,

"Oh, Gee." I moaned out into his ear.

Gerard stopped for a second, finally looking at me for the first time since we started. His stare was cold, but his lip quivered.
Had i done something wrong? I thought this was the whole fantasy he wanted.

"Are you okay, Gerard?" I questioned, catiously. Maybe I hit a nerve.

Gerard gulped harshly, tearing his gaze away from me, focusing it back on the bed below me. It wasn't long before Gerard pushed himself into me once more.
He rarely spoke after that. Occasionally he would whisper a small, "I'm sorry, Frankie." into my ear.
He refused to look at me even after we were done.
I still wasn't sure what i had done wrong.

"I'm sorry." Gerard mumbled as he gazed at the light blue that coated my walls.

I walked towards him, slipping my arms around his wide shoulders, "It's totally okay, Gee. I hit a nerve. I can understand that. What happened between you and this Fra-"

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I glanced down, seeng blood. My god it was everywhere. But where was it coming from?
I narrowed my eyes, blinking away the small tears weled up in my eyes. I clutched onto Gerard's arm, trying to keep my balance. I gulped heavily. He stabbed me. Gerard fucking stabbed me. I moved my hand down onto his as he clutched onto the knife. If he pulled it out I would die.

"Gerard, please." I wheezed out, pulling my gaze up to meet his, "You don't have to do this."

Gerard stared down at me, gulping hard, "I'm sorry." He whispered, softly.

Next thing I knew there was a sharp pain in my neck.

Then it all went black.

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I groaned opening my eyes slowly. Everything was blurred. What the hell happened to me? Where the hell was I?
I looked around as my vision began clearing. I was in a shed. It had rusted walls and the smell. My god the smell was awful. I looked to the right of me seeing a big tub-like container. It was filled with something. I couldn't really tell what.
I yanked my arms up in attempt to investigate more, but only came to find out I was restrained. I looked down to find my arms and legs bound to the splintery chair I was sat in.
There was something sticking out of my stomach! I narrowed my eyes, studying the object. Holy fuck! I was stabbed!
It all started coming back to me. It was a man. I had my arms wrapped around him. Then he turned around and stabbed me. But I couldn't make out who the man was. It was like he was a huge blur in my memory. Why was he in my home? Why did I have my arms wrapped around him?
I stared at the ground for what felt like hours, just trying to figure out who the hell this man was and why he did this to me.
Then suddenly the door opened, letting in a glare of sunlight that blinded me for a split second.
A man walked in.
I squinted my eyes in attempt to make out the man's face.
Oh my god.
It was Gerard.

Oh god. He was walking straight towards me. I clentched my eyes shut, preparing myself for his next attack, but it never came.
I slowly opened my eyes to find Gerard pacing in front of me. His hands were clutching onto his black, greasy hair. He kept mumbling something under his breath.
I turned my head slightly in attempt to hear what he was saying.

"I shouldn't have done that. Oh god. I shouldn't have done that."

I bit my lip softly. Maybe I could use this to my advantage.

"Is this about us having sex?" I questioned.

Gerard turned his attention towards me. His eyes were red and puffy. Like he had been crying.

"You shut up! You just. Just shut up!" His words became softer as he spoke, "Just shut up." Gerard whispered out.

I gulped, "You didn't do anything wrong, Gerard." Gerard kept his eyes on mine as he began gnawing on his fingernails, "You told me you weren't with Frank anymore, right?"

Gerard's eyes saddened, "Yeah."

"Then you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't cheat on him. If he gave up on an amazing man like you, Gerard, then you're free to do whatever you want with whoever you want."

Gerard frowned before shaking his head violently, "No! That's not what i did wrong! I promised him i'd stop! I promised him. And here I am! Doing it all over again."

I scrunched my eyebrows, "What did you promiseto stop doing, Gerard?"

"Killing!" Gerard blurted out, causing my stomach to knot. He's done this before.

I wanted to respond. I wanted to get on his good side. Maybe even convince him to let me go, but nothing came out. I couldn't stop trying to connect the dots in my head. There hasn't been any recent murders. Only the dis-
Oh my god.
Gerard took all those poor people.
And he killed them!
And i'm next.

"I would've given it all up for him. I still will, but he doesn't seem to care. But I guess I can't blame him." Gerard coninued to ramble on, "How could I expect him to force himself to love a monster like me."

That's it!

"You're not a monster, Gerard." I exclaimed, "You just have strange desires that you don't quite know how to control. You just need help! That's all!"

Gerard's sorrowful gaze soon became a beastly glare.

"I'm not fucking insane!" Gerard bellowed, "I don't fucking need help because theres nothing wrong with me! I don't belong in a nuthouse!! I'm perfectly fine!"
Gerard then charged towards me. His eyes wild with rage.

"No, wait. I'm sorry! You're right! You. You don't need help!" I stumbled over my words trying to calm him down.

Gerard stood behind me, his fingers gently slipping around my throat. His fingertips barely touching as he yanked my head up, forcing me to stare up at him.
His lips curled into a devious smile as he studied me with a predator's unwavering attention.
I gulped hard, trying my best to hide my fear, but I just couldn't.
Gerard let one hand slip away from my neck as the other kept a tight grip. My eyes darted to his hand as I tried to figure out what he had gripped in it. But before I could process it Gerard slipped it around my throat.

A sharp piercing pain resonated throughout my neck. The pain was worse than anything I had ever felt in my entire life.
I tried to glance down to see what could possibly cause so much pain. I tried. I really did, but any movement of any kind sent pain shooting down my body.
I took a deep breath before glancing down once more, trying my damn hardest to ignore the agonizing pain that seemed to get worse by the second. It was some type of metal. It was heavily rusted.
The pain just kept getting worse and worse. I felt a warm liquid begin to drip down all around my neck. I must be bleeding. It wasn't long until my vision reduced to a tiny pinpoint. But I refused to stop until I figured out what was clawing it's way into my throat.
I kept my head down, looking for any indication of what it could possibly be. Then I saw this spike-like thing poking out of the thick metal. I let my eyes wander, finding more and more spikes.
He put barbed-wire around my fucking neck!

I slowly lifted my head back up as I tried to keep my breathing under control. I'm sure hyperventilating wouldn't really help my situation. My eyes widened as Gerard placed his hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing.

"I wouldn't move too much if I were you, darling." Gerard sneered.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream out, but all I could manage to mumble out was a weak whisper,

"This isn't going to bring Frank back."

Gerard's grip tightened around my shoulder before completely disappearing. Just seconds later he appeared in my line of vision. His dark stare met mine as he kneeled down. I followed his movements with my eyes. I took in a sharp breath as he griped onto the knife that was still pushed into my stomach.
Gerard's cole expression broke for the slightest second as his lips curled into a smirk.
He then ripped the knife out of my skin, allowing the blood to gush out onto my lap.

My initial reaction was to hunch over in pain, but the barbed wire restricted me from doing so. I tried to hold the blood in, but the ropes simply tightened, keeping them restrained to the chair beneath me.
My eyes burned from the tears as I continued to attempt to free my arms. I tried to ignore the ropes tearing into my wrists, but eventually the pain began overwhelming my muscles. I didn't want to die. Especially not like this.

"That's not going to work." Gerard stated humor laced within his words.

I clutched onto the ends of the chair, glancing over at Gerard once more. I could almost see twisted pleasure radiating off of his blood soaked skin. I could barely breath anymore. My vision became blurry. Colored shapes flashed across my eyes.
This was it.
This was the end of me.
I gasped out trying to breathe out my last words.
But they never came.

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