Gerard pov.



It's been about three long hours since I've been conscious in this room, and it's still hell. I hate everything about it still, from the stupid fucking cement walls to the anonymous sleeping boys in the other room. Who knows what they'll end up being like, for all I know they could be complete psychopaths and that's why they're in here with us. Their whole purpose could be to hurt me, Syn and Zacky. That would be the worst thing.

I'm just glad me Syn and Zacky have made a pact almost to stick together and not let anyone else in. I think it's a good idea so that we can't get hurt, or at least there's a smaller chance of us getting hurt with us leaving the other two boys out. Eliminate all possibilities of danger, that's what Syn told us. Plus, Syn and Zacky are pretty muscular people, they could easily fend off the short boy with the fringe and the lanky kid with the big forehead. Me on the other hand, my flabby arms with little to no muscle and my slightly chubby appearance isn't scaring anyone. Or even remotely frightening them. I'm just glad I have Syn and Zacky on my side to help if there's any danger whatsoever. Makes me feel a little safer.

I stand up slowly from the seated position I was in seconds ago, and look around, carefully analyzing the walls confining me. They're very small, and it's almost as if they're moving in slowly on me, getting ready to trap me in this suffocating prison of madness. I just want out. These thoughts confine me and feelings of claustrophobia take over my mind. I mean, my house back...home definitely wasn't the biggest house you're going to see, with its one story and slightly dilapidated roof topping off the whole brick building. Images of my home flood through my mind and I can't help but feel nostalgic and completely and utterly sad. I really do miss it, and I really did take things for granted. People just don't realize these things.

My god, I've literally been in this room for three hours, and I'm already thinking about how I'm never going to get out of here? God, am I going to go insane? What if we're stuck in here for months, years, decades?? Who knows how long I'll be in here and what the future holds. The future. I've always been terrified of the future, not knowing what's ahead, not knowing what'll happen to me later on, when I'll die, when I'll get married. IF I get married. IF I live past twenty five. No one knows and that's the scary thing.

My my palms are sweaty as my fingers trace across the cold cement walls that surround me. The contrast of warm to cold chills my fingertips. My eyes dart from side to side quickly as I scan the room, making sure no unwanted people are watching me from afar. A.k.a, the two other unawakened boys. Who knows when they'll wake up, or IF they'll wake up. In he back of my mind, I'm secretly hoping they wake up so I can see what they're like, but upfront I have to look like I want nothing to do with them. The curiosity of the mystery of the two unconscious boys, dwells in the back of my mind and I can't help but walk over to where they lay. I walk over to the short boy first. His eyelids are closed and his face looks peaceful as his stomach slowly rises up and down as he takes each breath. Well, he's alive, it's only a matter of when he wakes up. I then walk over to the boy with the big forehead, and his stomach is doing the same, slowly and softly rising up and down. I'll just have to wait until they wake up. Maybe we'll get out of here before they even wake up. But the only problem is, I know that for the rest of my life I'll still be unknown to what the short boy and the boy with the big forehead are like. It's almost like I'll lose if they don't wake up.

My my eyes scan the room again, and it brings me to the area where Syn is. His knees are brought up to his stomach and his head is resting on his knees. His tattooed fingers tremble softly as he rocks back and forth, mumbling words.
"Syn....you ok?" I ask, and his head darts up immediately. Oh god, did I make a mistake? Did I do something? he has a strange look on his face as he opens his mouth.
"W-what did you call me?" He asks in a soft, yet threatening voice. Tears fill his rough eyes as he still looks at me, waiting for a response.
"Syn...I called you Syn.." I manage to stutter out. "I'm sorry, it was just a nickname I had called you in my head and I accidentally said it out loud..I'm sorry.." I trailed of, apologizing nonstop.
"No, it's fine, never mind." He harshly says, and I nod, not wanting to anger the muscular man that sits before me. I let out a breath that j didn't know I was holding and I lean back, just trying to take I'm everything that's happening.

Notes

Ok so...I typed this chapter in French class and I even had a whole long thing for it typed out and everything, but the stupid fucking bell ran and I got rlly upset so I just decided to post what I had whoops XDD I'll try to update again tonight almost a part two or whatever. It may not happen, or it may be later because i happen to have my first game tonight so I'll see if I get to it.


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