Room H271

The rain doesn't usually scare me. Usually I like to hear it dance across the roof and I love to listen for those drops that are heavier than the others or the huge sudden splash of fine rain as it hits the roof. I usually love to watch it drop down from the looming grey clouds as it plummets towards the waiting earth before making trails of water on the frosted windows, who race each other to reach the ground first. On a normal day I would simply lay there for hours (regardless to wether I was locked in this room or not) with Frank laying next to my side and we would simply lay there, not talking but at one with each others company, listening to the raindrops and then we'd watch as they ran into the growing puddles on the tarmac coating of the car park.

But today it was different. Today Frank was not laid at my side and he could not comfort me. The rain lashed repeatedly onto the fragile windows and cursed as it streamed and flooded onto the floor. The trees were wild with their arms flailing in all directions as if they were desperately pleading for help to be saved from the howling wind. It ripped around the corners of the building as the rain continued. It felt as if every drop was trying to hurt me, as if every drop of rain was simply a bullet whose only purpose was to hurt me, dancing under the flickering orange street lamp.

"Pssst..." I heard a tapping at the tiny square window which was latched onto the cardboard walls. I jumped from my bed and dragged the covers with me, slinking around in the light: a little afraid of who or what it could be.
"G-Gee...it's me Mikes..." The voice whispered again.
"Mikey?!" I shouted before covering my mouth immediately, I rushed towards the window and jumped onto the cupboards so that I could look down at him.
"H-hey Gee..." He smiled. His hair was soaked and dripping with rain but he brushed it away from his eyes so that it would run from his sodden jacket onto his darkening jeans and his greying and muddy converse.
"Mikey?" I whispered, "how'd you find me?"
"M-magic...and anyway I haven't got m-much time little bro...so h-here you go..."

He brought something from the inside of his jacket and handed it to me. I grabbed it and pulled it back in through the window. God! It weighed as much as a brick. I looked down to it. A Nokia phone. That explains it. One of those phones with the keypad that you have to press a button three times just to get the letter 'c' and don't even ask me about how to send smiley faces. I reckon that this phone still had snake on it. I tucked it quickly into my back pocket.
"S-sorry..." Mikey spoke quickly, "its the only phone I-I could find."
"Why'd you give me it?" I asked with all but the front part of my hair protected from the downpour.
"I-I'm worried about you Gee...sounds cheesy as fuck but I-I miss you. I w-want to speak to you or at least know that y-you are okay..."
"I miss you too Mikes..."

Tears running down my face?
No.
Definitely not.
Just the rain on my face.
Of course.

"I'd hug you mikes if my arms could reach out of this tiny window."
"M-me too."
"Mikes...." I suddenly stopped smiling, "I thought you said that you never wanted to see me again?"
"W-wait...gee...what?"
"You...I heard you speaking the other day. You said you never wanted anything to do with a psychotic fuck like me and mum said that I should just hurry up and kill myself already...."
"G-Gee...what the fuck?" He stood on his tip toes so that his face was close to mine and so that I could feel his warm breath on my face. "Y-you honestly think that I'd say s-something so fucking horrible to you?"
"B-but I heard you talking an-" I stuttered.
"No! G-Gerard! Me and mum would n-never say shit like that about you b-because we care. We do..if it weren't for d-dad then we'd come and visit you every single d-day. We love you Gee..."
"B-but I h-hear-"
"T-That wasn't us Gee..."
"Well what was it then? My fucking mind again!" I shouted.
"I-I don't know Gee..." He spoke softly and gently like an innocent marshmallow.

"I-I'm sorry Mikes. I um didn't mean to shout..."
"H-hey Gee....its fine. I understand."
"I'm sorry..." I repeated, hanging my head in shame.
"I-It's fine. Cheer up..." He moved my eyes from the floor by gently lifting my chin, "you'll be out soon...I-I promise."
"That's what they all say though! They all promise everything and then they lie! They LIE to me! Don't become one of them Mikes! Please!"
"G-Gerard....I am your brother....I don't lie...if you need me; just to talk or p-pick you up from this place then just call okay an-"

"Gerard! Fucking! Way!" A voice yelled from the corridor and cut through the silence.
"Oh...shit...shit...mikey you have to go! They are here!"
"G-Gee....no one is coming..."
"No! I hear them! They are coming! Quick go before they find you Mikes!"
"But G-Ge-"
"Go!" I yelled jumping back down onto the floor.
"Okay G-Gee. Okay... Love you and t-take care of yourself..."

No sooner had Mikey run off into the distance had they barged into my room. Rows upon rows of guards brandishing weapons of all kinds, knives shining and staring in the dim light. Frowns formed on their faces as they advanced towards me, sniggering and cackling with filthy laughter which infected the already decomposing air. They pointed loaded guns to my head. Wait? They aren't even allowed guns? Why are they trying to kill me? Am I not even allowed to talk to my own brother?

"Who were you talking to?"
"What are you doing?"
"Fucking psycho talking to himself again!"
"Gerard...what you doing?"
"So you think he's real too? Do you?"
"You think that he actually cares?"
"Jesus why isn't it dead?!"
"Can we kill this fucking nutcase already?!"

"FRANK!!!" I yelled, "Mikey! Frank help me!!!"

But Frank wasn't there.

Notes

Hiya, I'm sorry for uploading late (ish) at night and I haven't had chance to check through all grammar so sorry if it doesn't make much sense. But..... *place drumroll here*......this fanfic reached 400 views! *dances happily* thank you so much, I hope this chapter was okay though tomorrow's update should probably be better. And I think that there's about 4 chapters to go of this story. (Yep...more drama llama to come).
Thank you for reading , I'm gunna sleep now. :)
-Lou