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{6 months since gerard went missing}
Frank's POV
Slowest 6 months of my life. The band went to shit, the upcoming album was cancelled. Ray moved to Canada with his girlfriend. Mikey went to rehab after a relapse with alcohol. And i just stayed at home. All the time. Jamia rarely tried to make me get out of bed in the morning. There wasn't any point in doing so, anyway. What was i without gerard?
I just kept shit to myself because not many people give a fuck. Only jamia took care of me. She made me eat, drink, take showers, get dressed, even if i got up in the afternoon. She was the only thing stopping me from killing myself.
I was sat on the couch, waiting for jamia to get home from work. Yet again, of course, i was thinking about gerard. Many ideas of what happened would regularly pop into my mind. Did he just leave us? Was he abducted? Did he kill himself? Is he still alive? Did he leave by choice? Is he still alive?
My mind pondered the thought of the last time we spoke. I felt as if i didn't care as much as i should have-
"Frank?" The front door was open, and jamia's head popped in.
"Hi.." I said, awkwardly.
"How long have you been waiting, sweetie?" She dropped her bag on the floor, kissing me on the forehead.
I smiled warmly at her.
"About an hour.." I said, curling up in a ball on the couch.
She cuddled me from behind. Finally, i didn't feel so alone.
*
Gerard's POV
Black. All i could remember was black. Nothingness was everything, yet itself, nothingness, at the same time.
My eyes peeled open, eye crust consuming my eyelids. I coughed violently, still unaware of where i was or what position i was in. It was dark, and i could barely see anythng. I tried to move my arms, but they wouldn't budge. There was something stopping them from moving. Suddenly a doorway opened, and i squinted from the light.
"Look alive, sunshine" a voice called, giggling.
A blinding light turned on, making me squint. I looked down at myself. Holy shit. I was in a straight jacket, curled up in a fetal position. I was dripping with sweat.
The woman who kidnapped me walked up to me and kneeled before me, putting a finger under my neck, raising it slightly.
"You've been out for a long time" She smiled.
Frank's POV
Slowest 6 months of my life. The band went to shit, the upcoming album was cancelled. Ray moved to Canada with his girlfriend. Mikey went to rehab after a relapse with alcohol. And i just stayed at home. All the time. Jamia rarely tried to make me get out of bed in the morning. There wasn't any point in doing so, anyway. What was i without gerard?
I just kept shit to myself because not many people give a fuck. Only jamia took care of me. She made me eat, drink, take showers, get dressed, even if i got up in the afternoon. She was the only thing stopping me from killing myself.
I was sat on the couch, waiting for jamia to get home from work. Yet again, of course, i was thinking about gerard. Many ideas of what happened would regularly pop into my mind. Did he just leave us? Was he abducted? Did he kill himself? Is he still alive? Did he leave by choice? Is he still alive?
My mind pondered the thought of the last time we spoke. I felt as if i didn't care as much as i should have-
"Frank?" The front door was open, and jamia's head popped in.
"Hi.." I said, awkwardly.
"How long have you been waiting, sweetie?" She dropped her bag on the floor, kissing me on the forehead.
I smiled warmly at her.
"About an hour.." I said, curling up in a ball on the couch.
She cuddled me from behind. Finally, i didn't feel so alone.
*
Gerard's POV
Black. All i could remember was black. Nothingness was everything, yet itself, nothingness, at the same time.
My eyes peeled open, eye crust consuming my eyelids. I coughed violently, still unaware of where i was or what position i was in. It was dark, and i could barely see anythng. I tried to move my arms, but they wouldn't budge. There was something stopping them from moving. Suddenly a doorway opened, and i squinted from the light.
"Look alive, sunshine" a voice called, giggling.
A blinding light turned on, making me squint. I looked down at myself. Holy shit. I was in a straight jacket, curled up in a fetal position. I was dripping with sweat.
The woman who kidnapped me walked up to me and kneeled before me, putting a finger under my neck, raising it slightly.
"You've been out for a long time" She smiled.
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