"he's not dead" "not yet"
I sat in the back of rays car with mikey sitting next to me, his akward knees bent into some sort of human pretzle. ray was driving so fast i feared even a small disruption could make him crash and kill us all. i looked out the window and watched the world drift by. people walking dogs, families walking down roads with children near and couples walking hand in hand simply enjoying eachothers company. i sighed and fought back tears. mikey tapped my shoulder and i turned to face him. his glasses were fogged up slightly; a tell tale sign he had been crying silent tears.
"you okay gee." mikey asked, interupting the silence we were all moping around in. the sudden eruption of small voice in the car nearly made ray crash as we all saw him fumble with the steering wheel. bob held in a laugh and masked it with faint coughs.
"what do you think mikes." i sighed and turned away from him. i looked out the window again and saw that it had started raining. a tear made it's way down my cheek and i frowned. silence once again filled the deary car. i let my mind wonder and remember all that had just happened. there was just so much....blood. i shook my head and turned back around to face the seat infront of me. the one occupied by bob.
"i miss him." mikey sighed. i turned sharply to face him.
"he's not dead." i growled and slumped back into my seat.
"not yet." ray sighed and i felt something in the back of my mind snap.
"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?!" i screamed at ray. ray swerved to car to a stop, earning many car horns being aimed in his direction. we were now on the side of the road next to a small park with a pond.
"DON'T YELL AT HIM!" mikey yelled. i looked at him and hissed.
"I CAN DO WHAT I BLOODY DAMN WELL WANT TO!" i yelled and injected venom into my voice.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP GUYS!" bob yelled from the front of the car and hit the palm of his hand against the arm rest with a loud clap. we all fell silent.
"may i remind you that frankie is in the fucking hospital and fighting for his life whilst you guys are having a petty little fight that is slowing us down from seeing frank? it's true. so you guys better get your fucking acts together or so help me i will punch all of your faces in. okay?" bob said with little emotion. we all looked at eachother and then bobs face. he was deadly serious.
"okay." we all mumbled in agreement and the car resumed movement. within a few seconds we were back on the road making our way the the hospital. i sat with my head facing down, facing my knees. my mind was filled with questions that needed answers desperately. would frank be okay? sure we'd all seen the scars and what he'd had to live with..but a gunshot wound? that was something completely new...and if you add in the burn on his face. as much as i hated to admit it...there didn't seem like much hope. i sobbed quietly and thought about frank and the way his lips curled up when he smiled. oh that smile, it could lite up a whole room. frank was amazing, he didn't deserve one piece of what he got from that bastard of a dad. i wanted to make him pay for what he had done to frankie and i guess in some respects i did. he was going to jail, but even a life sentence didn't seem to be enough. he needed to feel pain, real pain. not just physicaly, but mentally too. he needed to be broken but there was nothing i could do now. he did get what he deserved...but i still didn't think that was enough.
"guys, we're here." ray announced and pulled into the hospital car park. it was virtually empty so finding a space wasn't a challenge. as soon as ray parked his car i opened the door and ran to the hospital building to avoid the rain. even the skies were crying for frankie. the building itself wasn't massive but it was rather large. it wasn't very modern either...quite plain and boring if you ask me but i guess all hospitals are supposed to be like that. i entered the hospital through the automatic doors and stood by the desk, waiting for the recptionist to come off of the phone. ray, bob and mikey came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. they gave me a 'any news?' kind of look which i simply shook my head at. the receptionist put down the phone she was holding back into it's stand and smiled at us.
"hello boys, what can i do you for?" she asked with what seemed like genuine intrest. i smiled weakly and sighed.
"our friend, he was brought here earlier...he was badly injured." mikey said with sadness in his voice. the receptionist looked at us and sighed quietly.
"name please." she asked.
"mikey way, and this is ray to-" mikey began but the receptionist started laughing.
"i meant your injured friends name!" she giggled and got prepared to type on the computer she was seated near.
"oh..right, it's frank..frank iero?" mikey corrected and the receptionists face dropped. she closed her eyes and sighed.
"that poor innocent young man. a victim of horrible cruelty." she sighed and typed his name into the computer. the computer screen loaded a small profile with a picture of frank. it was recent, the one from when he first came to the hospital on his first day of school. he had a black eye but he still looked beautiful to me. i smiled weakly and the receptionist turned to look at us.
"he's in surgery at the moment, in critical condition. the doctors notes say he's suffered from severe blood loss, damage to the cheek muscles on the side of his burn, punchured lung and broken leg...not to mention many fractures and brusing around the torso." she sighed and looked at us with a sad smile.
"the doctors notes also contain their analysis of his situation. they don't think he's gonna make it." she sighed and looked away. my heart dropped from it's ribcage and the sudden realisation of the past events and franks condition hit me. i was speechless. i wanted to scream but words failed to come out of my mouth.
"are you okay gee?" bob asked, looking at me with his peircing blue eyes. it was like he was staring into my soul...it was somewhat creepy. i shook my head and faced the receptionist.
"he will be in surgery for the next 4-5-6 hours depending on the severity of his condition...it could possibly be more. if you like i can take your phone number and contact you when he is out and you can make you're way to the hospital?" she offered. i smiled and nodded. she handed me a peice of paper and i scribbled down my phone number and thanked her before leaving the hospital.
"where to gee..." asked ray, gesturing to the car.
"lets go to franks house...get his stuff for when he moves in." i smiled, trying not to think of what could happen to frank in the next few hours. i felt my heart twist everytime i mentioned frank.
"can you handle that gee?" mikey asked. i looked at him and nodded. bob passed me swiftly, making his way to the car.
"be brave." he whispered, only audioble to me. bob was right. i needed to be brave.
please R&R And I'll Update Soon, And Sorry For The Lack Of Awesomeness xoxo
edited: the ending message to you guys from me