Trapped in your heart-shaped box

Mikey leaves the room closing the door behind him, as Gerard sighed loudly and pushes back in his wheelie desk chair.

"I'm gonna get some coffee, you can stay here," Gerard says as he gets up to leave the office

"Yeah, okay," Frank says, looking around the large office

Gerard left only a few minutes after Mikey had, Frank taking this time to look around.only moments later finding a black sketchbook on his desk, he flips to the first pages finding pictures of people, none that frank recognized, as he went further into the book the pictures become odd, some of what seem to be crime scenes others of nude figures without faces, dark rooms with people in corners, eyes, detailed eyes that show more expression than normally would be portrayed in drawings instead photographs, then the door opened.

"Frank? what are you doing?" Gerard asked frank jumped closing the book

"What the fuck, you're looking through my stuff?" Gerard asked sounding more betrayed than angry

"I'm sorry this, this was a bad idea, I-I should go," Frank said leaving the office

"Good, I don't want some sneaky asshat being the base of anything I make!" Gerard yelled

Frank left the building, choking back tears as he walks down the sidewalk, slumping down on the side of some old building, only really giving into sadness when he relized that he won't get his guitar back, having had that since he was 14, losing it now devastated him.

Notes

I'm watching this rad movie about kurt cobain called soaked in bleach, it really cool, but IDK