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I found a way around it!

-Happy dances-



So, I can write this stuff on my computer, transfer it to my phone then upload it.



Androids aren't as bad as I thought XD



And no, I don't have internet on my computer and I never will.

I be too poor for that.



And my phone provides all the internet I need.

SO anyways......

NEWCHAPPYTIEMZ




FrankPOV





Why did I have to tell him?

I should have just kept my mouth shut.

He wouldn't be staring at me like this.

Strangely enough, he has never looked more beautiful.

I'm scared.



~Gerard/ThirdPerson~



He could not believe what he was hearing.

Frank did this?

His sweet, innocent Frank?

A murderer?

How could he?



"Who made you?"

He asked, gulping down pure hatred, wincing as it burned his throat.



"The voices."

He sounded so scared.

The poor boy looked like he was going to cry.



A part of the singer wanted to comfort him, but that part just wasn't enough.

He lunged for the small boy, screaming his rage.

"You sick bastard!"

His hands went around his throat, squeezing until he turned red from lack of oxygen.

It took three officers to get him off.





~FrankPOV~



I knew it.

He hates me.

Gerard please stop!

I'm sorry.

I deserve to die, but not like this,

I didn't cause them pain...

Their deaths were quick.

A shot to the head, instant death.

They didn't suffer, so why should I?

'You've done it now bitch! Now we're both going to jail. Feel those handcuffs? Hurts doesn't it? Well get used to it.'

Please, leave me alone...

['You can forget that.']

Why did I listen?

Gerard would have loved me.

We would be happy.

Maybe If I never married Jamia, if I had told him how Ifelt, this would all be different.

I don/t want to go to jail.

"I love you Gerard. I'm sorry..."

He wouldn't even look me in the eye.



~Gerard/ThirdPerson~



He watched him take his best friend away, tears falling like raindrops.

Why hadn't he seen the signs?

Why couldn't he help him?

He held on to his baby girl, shushing her cries as he rocked back and forth.

He couldn't help but feel a slight regret for letting him go like that.



He missed him already.





~FrankPOV~



This place is scary.

Everyone looks so mean.

Why did I confess?

They never would of found out.

'Yes they would.']

Leave me alone.

[/'No. You filthy whore. Your stupid fag crush got us into this mess.'

Shut up!

'Stupid cunt.

Stop it!

'Just kill yourself already!'

"Shut up! Leave me alone! Shut up, shut up shut up!"



Shit.

Everyone's staring at me now.

They probably think I'm crazy.

I probably am.



They look at me with such confusion, some hatred.

I can already tell where I stand.



Fuck, these ornge jumpsuits are hideous!

They even made me take out my piercings.

Stupid Manson.



Yes, I named the voice in my head

Manson.

Charles Manson was a murder.

My voice is too.



I can still remember the first time I heard him...



~Flashback~



A five year old Frank sat quietly in the sand, ocean water washing over his little feet.

He was playing with a pail and shovel, building a sand castle.

He hadn't a care in the world.

The castle was coming along great.

Piles of dirt forming a square.

He was so proud of himself when it was finally finished.

He never saw the little third grader running towards it.

The taller boy jumped on the castle, kicking sand into the younger's eyes.

All Frank could do was cry.

Untill he heard it.



'Hush now, ignore the big bully and build another one.. it's going to be okay'



His eyes darted arounf\d frantically for the voice, and he only shrugged when he couldn't find it.



It wasn't until later in life that it started telling him to do bad things.



~EndFlashback~





I don't have a roommate yet.

Since I killed two people and blamed the voice in my head they wanted to evaluate my mental health.

I was going to see a psychologist in the morning.

I'm tired.





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I stormed out of that room, tears falling down my cheeks.

I was schizophrenic.

I really was crazy.

Atleast I didn't have to stay here anymore.

A mental institution was in my immediate future.

My lawyer said I could plea insanity, and with the right treatment, I could probably go home in a year or two.



I think I'm going to write

Gerard a letter, I hope he reads it.



Dear Gerard,

I am so sorry for what I did.

I wish I could take it all back.

They said I had schizophrenia.

I'm going to a mental hospital for treatment.

I love you, please don't forget that.

I'm going to write you from there so you can have the address incase you want to write back.

I understand if you don't.

I don't deserve your time.

I love you so much.



-Frank.










I think this is a good place to end this chapter.

I hope it was a lot better than the last ones.



So, I was thinking about writing a oneshot.



Only, I have no idea what to write about.



Any requests?



Anyways, R&R for virtual cookies ^_^



~Emi