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Behind The Counter

Crimson0518

Beyond a pool of crimson blood, is where he lay in sorrow in the tub.
Though he's not dead but sure he feels like it.
A shell of a human, in sorrow he sits
.
I wake up gasping for air after a horrific dream about Frank.
He was crying in the bath tub with bloody wrists, rocking back and forth with no one to help him.
A gut wrenching pain fills my heart with nausea.
I hurl my weak body out of bed and to the kitchen to try to calm down a little.
I turn on the tap and fill myself up a glass of cold water to drink and relax with.
That nightmare was immensely painful, I feel like never sleeping again, I'm afraid.
Is Frank okay? Is someone trying to tell me something?
I wipe the flooding tears from my bloodshot eyes and cradle my head into my hands, shaking and crying.
I let out a small scream of Franks tragic name. It kills me inside. I wander over to my sketch book and begin to map out a plan.
"A plan to save Frank" I title it, delicately drawing in the details of just how I will manage to do it.
It will not be easy, I'll tell you that.
The plan is first, to find him.
12:00pm today, I will march over to that mini store and I will demand information if he isn't there. That's when it dawned on me. The lady with the mousey brown hair in a low pony tail, what if she killed him? What if she's trying to cover all of this up!
I begin to feel some vomit in my throat and swallow it, growing dizzy.
She fucking murdered my Frank!
I throw a kitchen chair across the room and begin shrieking, breaking glasses and smashing plates from the cupboard before curling up into a ball on the floor and rocking back and forth in my own raining tears.

Some time later there's a knock at the door. I ignore it. There's another knock, I walk over to the eyehole and see the police standing before me. In shock I step back from the door, when the officer says, "If you do not open this I will break it down, do you hear me?"
A sense of fear and dread wash over me, I dash over to my bedroom to hide under my duvet hoping he goes away. But he doesn't.
Moments later my door comes crashing down and the man steps into my apartment with a loaded gun at the ready, pointing it in various directions around my apartment.
I gasp and begin to choke in agonising terror, he seems to hear me and kicks the door to my bedroom open.
"Is there anyone in here?" He snarls. There's a moment of silence before he heaves the duvet off of me and points his gun at me. I scream in fear and he puts his gun down, tilting his head.
"The person next door called us saying there was quite a ruckus coming from here. Are you the owner?"
I nodded my head and gulped.
"Well, I'm gonna need proof." The officer grabs me by the ear lobe and drags me outside of my room. Sure enough my neighbour is there. She nods and says "Yeah that's my neighbour. Is everything okay? It's just that we heard some crashing coming from here."
Stupid, nosy cow. I think to myself.
"Yeah everything's fine I just... I fell." I say.
My neighbour gives me a sympathetic smile before looking back at the police officer.
"Alright then..." The officer begins, "As long as everything is okay, I will get going. Thankyou for your time." And with that they leave. I watch him disappear off into the distance down the corridor, then I'm alone again.
I close my door behind me and decide to watch some TV, when I get a call.
"Hello?" I respond, putting the phone up to my ear.
There's some heavy breathing and sniffing at the other end of the phone before I finally hear my mothers voice, "Mikey... M-Mikey.." She blubbers.
"Mikey, what?!" I almost shriek in anticipation.
The phone is snatched from her by non other than my Dad, he begins, "Mikey is at critical position in the hospital after a car crash, we do not think he is going to make it." He begins sobbing down the phone.
"Can I come to the hospital?"
"We're outside your apartment ready to go." My Dad says weakly.
I slam my phone down and quickly hurl my coat on and run rapidly down the stairs to my parents. We all pile ourselves into a taxi and drive straight to the hospital where Mikey is. In silence the whole way, and it feels like utter Hell.
My mother dabs a sodden tissue under her eyes a few times whilst trying to sniff and looking out the window at the snowy city landscape.
My Father tries to comfort her by putting his arm around her, though our elbows are literally touching, I still feel alone.
I mentally prepare myself for that hospital visit with Mikey, and it kills.
We eventually pull up outside and hesitantly I get out of the car and wait for my parents.
We all walk in silence to the hospital doors and prepare to see my little brother in critical position lying in that hospital bed.

~

I don't know what's worse at this moment.
Knowing I might never see my brother again, or knowing I could've stopped it from happening.
I stare blankly at him lying there and hold his hand in remorse. Stroking his slender fingers with the back of mine. He looks immensely peaceful as he breaths through that little oxygen pipe thingy. I sigh and stroke his cheek, a small tear falling from my eye. My parents in the corner asleep.
Suddenly all the doctors and nurses come rushing in, startling my mother, she looks up in sheer horror at them as they ask us to leave.
"NO! NO! We can't leave!!" My Mother fights, screaming at them. My Father grabs her waist to try to calm her but she is still hysterical.
A nurse comes over to lead us out, she is calm, it's her job.
We walk out, Mother still hysterically crying and that is the last time I see Mikey Way.

That waiting room, waiting for the results seemed endless, but it's obvious what has happened. He is dead.
It hurts like nothing else. I'm not sure where to even begin with it all, the pain, the anger! Oh the anger! I feel like I could punch a fucking hole through a wall right now.
However, I see a familiar face in there. Not that it sparked my interest massively, I can't exactly think straight at the moment after what has just happened.
But I recognise the boy opposite. Curly brown hair and tan skin, I just can't quite put my finger on who it is.
He noticed me looking and looks over to me, trying to create a smile onto his face, I look away and sigh staring at the ground.
Ray Toro, that's who it is. It suddenly occurs to me.
I look back up at him and notice him staring.
"Hi." He speaks softly and sheepishly.
I nod at him and make out a small wave in my hand.
"Are you alright?" He asks. As a few tears fall down my cheeks, I try to wipe them away quickly but it's a failed attempt to mask my sadness.
"Actually.." I begin, "I think I'm rather distraught."
He sighs and bites his lip awkwardly, then looks over at my parents and sighs. I think he understands. And that's... Meh, I guess?
Ray lost his sister in high school not to a car crash, to well.. drug use.
She was 3 years older than us and we were 16 at the time.
She went out to a party one night and never came back. Bought come "cannabis" of a dude or something, turns out she had a heart murmur and the drugs, they fucked her up. She died. She was one of the unlucky ones.
Ray was a mess when this happened, it was incredibly hard for him, considering their closeness as well but, he just dealt with it. And I admire him hugely for that. He's always been a sort of role model of mine. He showed me when things get tough, you should just carry on because it gets better, in the end.
Everyone likes Ray. He has that thing about him where he can just get along with anybody, and I haven't seen him in forever! It's like déjà vu in a sense, seeing him again after all of these years. I think I've missed him. I think I've needed him, infact.
"Are you okay?" I finally respond.
"Honesty, Gerard. Who in here is okay?" He chuckles.
I nod in agreement and after that there is a comfortable silence, not the awkward kind, the nice kind. The kind were it's okay and it's acceptable.

Notes

Thank you all for reading so far!
I hope that this chapter was not too sad for anybody, I do not want to trigger anybody (seriously). But the moral was supposed to be that in the end it will get better and that is the whole moral of the story, which you will see towards the end! Thankyou for reading and stay tuned for more! :) Comment down below, your thoughts!

Comments

@The pink flamingos return
Thankyou and no prob lol :D

Mikey no!!!
Ah! This was really sad but really good too! Thank you for writing, I'm kind of glad that ray is here now too. :) :D

@The Resurrectionist
Thankyou sm! :D

Aw I love this !!