Gerard crouched down beside the lifeless body and shook Frank, not really caring how hard he shook. "Frank?" His voice was higher than it had ever been and it was frantic and urgent. "Someone do something!" Gerard snapped his head up to the three other people in the room, flicking his gaze between their eyes waiting for someone to do something.
"I'm not helping, the fucking faggot shouldn't have gotten in the way," Donald shrugged, his eyes darting to the door of the house from round the corner of the wall. He was seeing how fast he could get out of the situation. "Donna we're leaving. Mikey you too."
Gerard shook his head, aware of the consequences of what would happen if they left. They couldn't leave he had no way to save Frank on his own. There was no way that he could save Frank is they left. He decided to beg. Begging might work.
"No, please," Gerard's tears escaped his eyes once again, filling in his eyes and then rolling down his cheeks. "Please. You have to help him. I can't."
"You're right Gerard," Donna sighed, "You can't help him, because you're pathetic."
Gerard knew that. Gerard looked physically crushed by his mothers words and so he turned to Mikey for help. Mikey had been Frank's friend for a long time and Gerard's brother all his life. Surely Mikey would help save his friend and someone he knew his brother cared about a lot.
"Mikey?" Gerard's voice was almost a whisper now, but it was still urgent with desperation.
"Maybe if he dies things can get back to normal again Gee," Mikey sighed, "I miss my brother. He made you someone I didn't like."
"Please," Gerard sobbed, "I'll give you all the money I have. Just please, please save him!"
But it was too late for promises of money, they had all left, making a point of slamming the door behind them. Gerard didn't know what to do, he was crying and trying so hard to help Frank but he couldn't go outside and the thought of talking to someone on the phone seemed daunting now. Sure, he had spoke to a stranger when receiving Frank's present in the mail, but that was before his parents and Mikey had been so cruel and harsh.
Gerard was well aware that he didn't have a lot of time, and so he took deep breaths, readying himself for the call and picked up the phone that was across the room. In his mind he remembered all his and Frank's conversations and how much Frank had helped him and made him feel special. Gerard knew this was his chance to help Frank too.
Gerard dialed the emergency number, having to wrack his brains to remember it. He didn't feel like it would ever be important to know, and now he knew that was a mistake.
"Hello?" A voice that sounded female asked down the phone. There was a little static and it hurt Gerard's ear with how close he held the phone to his ear, and his hands hurt with how hard he was gripping it. Gerard's heart beat sped up a little in fear. He was silent. "Hello?"
Gerard knew he had to speak now, but the words wouldn't come out. He was opening his mouth trying to force the words to come up his throat and out of his mouth but he couldn't. He was useless. He felt like a failure and he didn't know what else to do but cry more, the silent sobs wracking through his body. Until a squeak came spilling from his mouth.
"Hello? Is there anyone there?" The voice asked again, sounding a little annoyed, but obviously worried having heard the squeak.
"Y-yes," Gerard squeaked, the pain of pushing the words out of his chest hurting more than he expected, "M-my friend! He's-He's hurt."
The voice on the phone became a lot more interested, "Hurt? How's he hurt?"
"I-I don't know." Gerard sighed lamely, wanting this to end and he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping maybe he could pretend he was talking to Frank or himself. It worked. "He's lost a lot of blood. Please, please be quick."
The voice informed Gerard that help would be there quickly and let Gerard put down the phone with a sigh, pulling the phone from his ear and placing it on the floor. Gerard thought about how they would know what address to come to, but he didn't question it. His knowledge on emergency services were pretty limited.
But then a thought struck Gerard. They were going to take Frank to hospital. With other people. there was going to be other people there, and there was going to be other people in this house in a few minutes. The thought struck him fast and hard, like someone had hit him on the head and he didn't know if he could cope with that. He didn't know if he could deal, and so he cried more, feeling sorry for himself and for Frank.
A/N: I had a bad day (consecutively following from my bed week) and I was like "Y'know what.. I'm just going to listen to Bullets, let out my anger and write some fanfic." Because today I learnt that characters I make in my head are way better than people in real life. Fuck.
Oh and another thing. I've already posted a blog about Mikey, so I'm not going to ramble forever. But I am 100% behind Alicia and seriously disappointed. So, this is me being childish and saying that what I had planned for Mikey's character will be scrapped and changed to fit with my anger. Oh well, it's the only mean thing I can do.
Anywhore! I am such a bitch, you still don't know what's happened to Frank. Hahahaha. Oh well, this was needed anyway. But what do you think Gerard will do? Xo