Gerard pov.




"Hm, you got a deal." I smile as I shake his hand.

"Great." He smirks back.

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We let go of each others hands and my face returns back to its normal, stern look.

"So where exactly do they keep the medicine?" I ask, looking around us to make sure no one else is awake.

"Wait a minute." The man stops. "You mean to tell me you are breaking into a mental asylum, trying to steal medicine, and you have no clue where the medicine even is? How are you supposed to do that!" The boy looks at me with a slightly amused look on his face, and my face begins to heat up.

"I-I don't know, I guess I'd just look and eventually find it."

"Not the best way to go about things, but at least you have me here now." He smiles hitting his hand on my shoulder. He then goes back to his serious look on his face and begins heading towards where they keep the medicine.

"Hey," I start and the mans head looks back at me. "I never got your name."

"Oh yeah, I'm Frank." He says, holding out his hand.

"Gerard." I reply, shaking his hand. "Alright so where exactly are we going to get this medicine?" I ask, returning my thoughts back to the task at hand.

"Well, its in a room with maximum security, so patients can't overdose or anything, but I know a way to get a key to get in."

He leads me around corners and down the halls. This place is very confusing, but I guess if you've been in it a while, you get used to it.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask.

"Only if I can ask you one." He asks, as he stops walking.

"O-ok. Um, how long have you been in here?" He pauses. "I-If you don't mind me asking of course." I add quickly.

"A year." He says quickly. "Now I get to ask you one."

I nod, preparing for who knows what Frank is going to ask me.

"Why do you need to break into a mental asylum to get your mother medication? I know you said she's sick, but thats all you said."

"Well," I start, and as the tears well up in my eyes, his soften. I know he can tell this is a rough subject for me. "She's my only family left, so I need to keep her alive. She's basically the only reason I'm living and the only way to get her this medication would be by admitting her into this asylum. There's no other way to get it, and I don't want to let her go in here because she's the only person I have, and i don't know what I'd do with myself if she was locked up in here, so I decided to just take the medicine."

"Oh." He says, looking at the ground. "I promise I'll get you that medication."

He continues leading me down the hallway before we get to a door with a window in it. I peer through the window and see a security guard, fast asleep.

His chest rises up and down slowly and his eyes are shut.

"Ok, what were going to do is get the I.D tag from this guard, and then boom, we'll have a way to get in."

"Sounds good."

Frank walks up to the door, carefully opening it so that it doesn't even make as much as a squeak. That could be the end of us if the guard wakes up.

The door is halfway open, and so far, hasn't made any noise. Just as its about to be fully open, a large squeak emerges from its hinges.

Shit. We're dead.

Franks face cringes as the security guard turns over onto his other side.

We made it. He didn't wake up.

Frank cautiously tiptoes over to the chair that the guard sits on. He reaches his hand over to the chest of the guard, and touches the I.D tag around his neck.

Very carefully, he lifts it up, bringing it over the guards neck. Once he grabs ahold of it, he grabs the tag firmly in his hand and closes the door behind him, this time without a squeak.

"You ready?" He asks and I furiously nod. "Alright, we got to go down this hallway and then it should be one of the rooms."

Once we get down to the final hallway, we reach the door leading to the room containing the medicine needed for my moms survival.

"Alright, its right in here." He points, handing me the I.D. "Do you want me to go in with you or..?" He asks and I shake my head 'no'.

"I-I wanna do this alone."

He nods and I hold the key up to the scanner, allowing the camera to take in the picture on the I.D tag. I anxiously wait for a few seconds to see if its going to turn green and allow me into the room.

After those few awaited seconds, the light turns green.

Access granted.

A huge smile takes over my as the door clicks open and I shuffle into the room, looking around as quickly as possible.

I notice that they're all labeled in alphabetic order, and I run around looking for the 'S' section. This is much easier than I thought, actually.

I run over to the section where 'S' should be and begin looking.

"Q, R,...'S'." I mumble to myself before pulling open the drawer filled with capsules filled with medicines starting with 'S'.

"....got it!" I yell quietly to myself as I grab the capsule and leave the room. Frank is leaning against the doorway, and a look of hope shows up onto his face as he sees the capsule in my hand.

"Awesome, you got it." I nod, and he leads me back through the hallways we previously went through.

"Ok the front door is right around the corner, how did you get in?" He asks, and I gesture for him to follow me this time.

I show him into the room where the front desk is, and I gesture to the open window.

Its too easy.

"Really? This is it?" He asks in awe. "Surely this isn't how you got in."

"Yeah." I smirk, leading him through the window as an awestruck Frank follows behind me.

"Wow." He says.

As we jump out of the window, my head darts around, looking for my car, and trying to remember exactly where I parked it.

"Alright, thats my car right there, hurry!" I tell him as I spot it, and we both run near it, trying to get there before anything happens.

We've been almost too lucky.

As I press the button on my car to unlock it, the car lights up and makes a loud 'beep' once again. I brush it off at first, because we've been so lucky, but when the sirens begin to go off is when I panic.

The whole ward has lights flashing everywhere and sirens are going off left and right. Seconds later, guards start piling out with guns and weapons everywhere.

Shit. I knew we were too lucky.

Frank has a frightened look on his chiseled features. He seemed so tough, so stern, I never thought I'd see that look on his face. I shake the thought of his face from my mind and focus on the task at hand.

We're fucked.

Frank looks over at me, and everything seems to be happening in slow motion.

He's yelling something at me, but I can't make it out. I feel like I'm on a high, like drugs are taking away my problems. But, its not drugs, its adrenaline. They work the same, just less damage to your body.

I can feel my eyes slowly closing, but I force them to stay open. I need to figure out what he's saying.

"Come on Gerard, stay awake." I whisper to myself.

I can see the guards getting closer and closer to the car, trapping us like were in a cage. It scares me, what if we get caught? I could be murdered, then my mother wouldn't survive either. All because I couldn't bring the stupid medicine to her.

Within a second, everything snaps back to normal, and I can clearly hear everything.

I look over at Frank and he's still yelling.

"Drive, Drive!"

Oh, thats what he's saying.

I shake my head and press my foot on the pedal, making the car drive away as fast as it can go and getting us away from this hell. Little did I know I was driving us to it too.





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"Wow." I breathe out as we finally can't see the asylum in sight anymore. Its like a bunch of weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

"Are you ok?" Frank nervously asks me, a concerned look in his eyes.

"Yeah...yeah I'm fine." I mumble, not sure if I'm telling the truth or not.

"So where am I driving us to?" I ask him.

"Just any hotel for the night should be good for now. We have...important things to do tomorrow."

"We?"

"Yes, you agreed to help me with my problem remember."

"Oh, yeah. When are you going to tell me what exactly that 'problem' is?"

"When you believe me."

"And when exactly is that going to be?"

"When we're there." He smirks, and I give up. He's rather..complicated. Although, I can't help myself from wanting to know more about this strange man who seems to be keeping strange secrets.

Maybe he's just crazy, I mean he was in an asylum after all. But, I can't help but think theres more to him than meets the eye, I feel like theres a sense of truth in all of his words? Like I can trust this man? And like he genuinely needs my help. It could be a hunch, but I feel like my gut feeling is right.

"Any hotels close?" I ask and he gives me a look as if I'm the crazy one here.

"Oh yeah, right, you were in an asylum for a year. Sorry." I apologize and he chuckles.

"Theres one." He says pointing to a motel on the side of the road.

Its worn down and ragged, not somewhere I'd usually stay, but hey, its what we got. And its only for one night.

I pull into the parking lot and me and Frank get out.

When we walk inside, I'm hit with the stench of piss. Not exactly the most welcoming thing to smell walking into a hotel.

The furniture is sketchy and broken, and the man at the front desk looks as if he's being doing meth for years.

What a lovely place this is.

"Um, hello." I say to the man at the front desk.

"Yes?" He grunts.

"I'd like to have a room."

"That'll be one sixty."

I nod and pull out of my wallet, handing him the money owed.

"Thanks, heres ya key." He mumbles, picking his nose before handing us the key.

"Um, thank you, sir."

"Yeah." He snaps.

I roll my eyes and lead Frank to the room we are given.





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"What a lovely room." Frank jokes, jumping on the bed.

"I know right, the furniture chosen is just impeccable." I smirk and he chuckles.

"All I can say is, at least theres two beds and working plumbing." I say and he nods.

"Very true."

"So where are we going tomorrow? A certain building? Another country, state?" I wonder.

I don't know if this is wrong of me, but I'm not really in the mood to drive to another state, much less fly to another country.

"Were actually staying in-state. Its just...were just going to a um, special place not many people have told us."

"Ok?" I say, very confused. What the hell is with this kid.

I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight. The slight fear of not knowing where we're going should keep me up. I guess all I can do is trust Frank. Which surprisingly, isn't that hard.

Theres something about him that I can't explain, its weird. Its like I know him, and know I can trust him. Its very weird.

Frank gets up and turns off the light, getting under his covers.

"Goodnight Frank."

"Goodnight Gerard."

Notes

Sorry for the slightly shorter, fillerish chapter! Hopefully you'll find the next one more interesting if this one was slightly boring lmao. Im gonna try to update tomorrow too bc Im honestly just rlly enjoying this book and would give up "plans" just to finish writing it.

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