Gerard pov.




I sit upright quickly, my eyes snapping open from what seemed like the deepest sleep I've been in for a while. I don't usually get good nights of sleep, probably from the nightmares that haunt me every fucking night. It sucks. So much. I rub the back of my head, and it seems to be...damp? The fuck? Why is my head damp? I look at my fingers and it seems to be a red liquid. Blood. Shit! What did I do last night? Did I have another failed suicide attempt? Or did I hurt someone? God, did I hurt Mikey? I begin to tremble in my panicked state, horrified and curious about whatever events took place last night that could've caused me to be lying in this fucking pool of blood under my head. Then I think about it..I didn't do anything last night though. Hm. I look around me and I don't know how, but just seem to realize I'm anywhere butmy room. I try to look around and remember the exact events of last night. Well, I remember being extremely happy because today was supposed to be my last day of senior year and I'd be free. But obviously I'm not at school..or my room. What happened? I panic even more and my heartbeat races. Was I kidnapped? The worst thoughts fill my brain, giving me extreme anxiety. I continue to look around the room, in order to possibly rid of my anxious thoughts, or at least lessen them.

Its a fairly large room, but also has a few, smaller rooms, around three, connected to it. The walls are concrete, as are the floors and there are stains on them. Blood stains. Is this like a prison or something? Am I in prison? Oh god, what did I do? I must've done something really bad. But..I don't think I'd be in this big of a cell. Even this is relatively..nice for a prison, I guess. I mean, It's not nice, but it's better than the repulsive prison cells that I've heard of. There are a few pieces of furniture such as a couch and a few chairs and I can vaguely see a few beds in the rooms. I attempt to think of positive thoughts to help me figure out exactly what the fuck is going on and why I'm in this horrendous looking room.

As my eyes scope the rest of the room I see another boy lying on the other side of the room. Wait...someone else? Thank god I'm not here alone. I'm thankful another person is here, but I also feel a middle scared feeling as he could be my future killer. I need to stop being so paranoid, although I guess it's a relatively normal feeling to feel when you're in a situation like this. I take a good look at him, taking every inch of his body into consideration of how dangerous he could potentially be. He is very tall and is very muscular with tattoos littering his buff arms. You can see each muscle outline on his toned arms. Definitely not someone I'd want to get into a fight with. He looks to be about two years younger than me though, so how harmful can he be? I don't know if I want to know.

I can see he has snake bites and a septum piercing on his face, and I shiver. I've never liked piercings...or needles. They freak me out. When I'm finished noticing every detail on this boys body, I notice another boy..no...another three boys. What is this? Why am I with these boys? The other boy I saw is also very tall and is very buff too, also with a tattoo sleeve covering both arms. They have very similar body types, but this boy has very spiky hair and a beard only on his chin and a nose ring. He looks to be about my age, or even maybe a little bit older. So far, this boy is by far the scariest, he looks like he could hurt me. I begin to be a little more cautious, who knows when these people will wake up, and what they'll do when they do.

The next boy I see is sort of tall, with a very large forehead and tattoos also on his arms. Weird, why do they all have tattoos? Is there a reason they do and I don't? Are we here for a reason? Questions that there are no answers to at the moment take over my brain and I just try to focus on the other boy. The final boy I see is noticeably short also with a tattoo sleeve. God, am I supposed to be the odd one out or something? Thats all of the people I can see, and I'm kind of thankful for that. Theres still a lot of people, but its not a ton. I decide to try to stand up when I'm pushed back to the ground, and knocked out immediately, darkness invading my vision.


Well, shit.

Notes

Hey guys! I'm really sorry that this was an EXTREMELY short chapter, but its midnight on a school night and I just wanted to start this story. This was just supposed to be sort of an introductory chapter, and only to give you a little bit of information before the real story starts. Anyways, the next chapter will be MUCH longer, I promise and include much more information. I hope you liked it, and be ready for more chapters!


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Chapter title is from Avenged Sevenfolds, "Brompton Cocktail"

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