We live the sharpest lifes.

POV Gerard.
I shake my head, why did I do that, I shouldn’t have done that. I keep walking through the empty streets of the abandoned town I call home. I’m not sure what I’m still doing here, I could have left with the others but I felt, damn I still feel like there’s something waiting for me around here. All of a sudden I hear a voice behind me “Gee, come inside, it’s getting dark.” I didn’t realize that I stopped in front of my house. I turn to the voice and put on a shallow smile as I walk towards my brother, I look behind me one more time before I enter our house, maybe I’ll have more luck tomorrow. I fall down onto our crappy old couch and close my eyes, I’m just keeping Mikey and myself stuck here because of a stupid hunch of mine. I groan and keep my eyes shut, slowly my thoughts get more real and they slowly turn into dreams or nightmares, whatever you’d like to call them. And the last thing that crosses my mind before I fall asleep is a boy with black hair and the prettiest brownish green eyes.
“Gerard wake up.” I feel something hard hit my cheek “Gerard now!” My eyes open slowly as I look up to my brother “Mikey, what the fuck?” he looks scared, more than usual “They’re here, they found us.” My heart stops for a second, this isn’t possible “But they left, they were gone, we should’ve been save here!” panic [!] takes over and I get up in a split second. “Quick, pack your stuff, only the really necessary things, we have to leave quick.” I myself run into the kitchen to get our little stack of money and my gun before I run to the bedroom to put on my jacket and wait for Mikey. I push my hand through my pitch black hair and look around the room continuously, Mikey better hurries up. “Gee run!” the hard voice comes from the bathroom and my immediate reaction is to go towards the voice, I’m not leaving my little brother. I slink to the bathroom and listen closely, I hear multiple breaths but no voices, I pull my gun out of by waistband and kick the door open but before I can even focus on the bodies in the room they’ve already overpowered me. Four of them were needed to get me under control but they succeeded, I’ve been running from them for over five years but I’ve lost this battle and now I’m going to die.

POV Frank.
I scrape a little stone across the surface of the grey wall I’ve been staring at for six months now, to count the days I’ve been here and to count the days till my death. One year in lock up followed by a death penalty, the only thing I didn’t understand is why they didn’t put me down right away, it’s not like I have any chance to get away. And only because I disagreed with the god damn government. I bang my head against the wall repeatedly, if I only had some company.. someone to talk to. Without any warning my cell door opens and someone gets thrown in where after the door closes again. Maybe this could get a little interesting after all.

Notes

It's a short first chapter and just a little introduction, I hope you all liked it ;33