broken inside ↯frerard

Gone

•Frank's P.O.V.•

"Ray?" I hear Gerard yell.

It has been 5 hours.

No sign of Ray.

What if he is d.....

"What if he is dead?" I ask Gerard, tears threatening my eyes at the thought of him dead.

"Frank.." he sighs and looks at the ground.

"I-I don't know.. I mean we haven't seen him anywhere in town, where else could he be?"

Shit.

"I won't give up. Lets keep searching." I wipe a tear away and start walking towards another alley.

My best friend can't be dead.

I keep walking, Gerard soon follows behind. The sun is disappearing, so we will have to search in the dark.

I don't know if I could bear loosing my best fucking friend. Me and Ray have history together, all the way back when we were children. He is like the brother I never had.

He can't be dead.

Suddenly, I feel lonely.

Like the world is better off without me.

I am just another bum on the street with no future whatsoever. So what's the point? If my best friend is dead, then I have no future. We are in this together. We had a future together. We still do. He isn't dead and I know it.

He can't be dead.

"Ray?!" Gerard yells into the night sky. No answer.

"Ray?!"

Nothing.

"Ray?!"

Nope.

This goes on for hours. We both are starving and tired, but we agreed not to give up on him.

"Ray?!" I yell again.

"Frank?!"

My eyes widen and I immediately turn to face Gerard, his expression the same.

"Ray?! Can you hear me?!" I yell once more.

"Frank. Help m-mff." I hear him yell, then get cut off by something.

or someone.

"RAY!" I start running towards the direction where his voice came from, Gerard close behind.

Wind blowing behind us, we keep running until we end up at a dead end.

I frantically jump and pace around looking for anything to lead us to my best friend Ray.

"Fuck.." I hear Gerard curse.

I turn around to see Gerard staring at a man..

Holding a gun against Ray's head.

No.

I stand still, looking at the man and my helpless friend.

The man has a black ski mask on, blue sweater, and ordinary jeans.

"Put.. the gun down.." I state as I inch my way towards them.

"Frank, don't." I hear Gerard behind me.

I am going to save him one way or another.

"I won't put the gun down, this rat deserves to die." the man snickers taping the gun on Ray's head.

"Why?" I start to shake but continue to move closer.

"Because he is an emo scumbag." the man snorts at us.

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!

"So your telling me, your going to kill him because of his style?!" I start to yell at this bastard.

"Frank, calm down. please don't tempt him!" Gerard calls for me.

My steps become stomps.

"Listen to your little faggot boyfriend Frank." this man spits at the ground.

Well he is tempting me.

"He isn't my fucking boyfriend, now put the gun down." I move even closer to them.

This whole time, Ray was just breathing heavily, looking at us.

Ray, please don't die.

I need you.

"Now now boy, that won't be happening anytime soon. I have to kill him first." this man throws Ray against a brick wall opposite from all of us.

What is he doing... Please don't..

"Shoot me instead!" I tell him out loud but all he does is snicker.

That bastard better leave or else..

"Now Ray the emo rat, say bye to your gay friends huh?" I hear Ray start to cry meanwhile the man wipes smudge off his gun.

I won't allow this.

"Don't you dare hurt him.." My voice shakes as I ball my hands into fists.

"Frank.." Gerard looks at Ray desperately.

He has his hands balled into fists too.

I start to sweat beads of anger and fear combined.

"Take care Frank.." Ray starts to weep as this man pins him down on the wall.

No Ray.

"Ray, don't say that..." A tear crawls out of my left eye.

"Remember, don't ever give up.. do it for me.. "

"Ray stop please, your not going to die.. no please.." I let tears fall from my bloodshot eyes.

*Click*

I hear the gun lock in place.

NO I WON'T LET THIS HAPPEN.

"Frank.." Ray's head is now inches away from the weapon.

I stand there, ready to attack.

"I love you.." Ray cries at me.

NOO!

"FRANK NO!"

"RAY!!!" I jump..

..but Gerard's arms grab my waist as a gun shot echoes into the night sky..

The man is gone.

Blood splatters onto our faces.

My best friend's blood.

Blood.

Everywhere..