Franks P.O.V
I looked around dazed, not knowing where I was. The room was dark, tattered papers were spread across the walls. I struggled to get out of the chair, my body grew sore from the struggling. I whimpered. Where's Gerard? Is he okay? I pondered, growing terrified of the results I made in my head. I heard the door open and close. A skinny white guy took notes.
"Hello. How are you?" He muttered. I looked at my shoes, growling under my breath. "So you want it the hard way, huh?" He asked. I kept my eyes on my shoes. I heard him sigh. I looked up. He pointed a gun to my arm. Bang. I screamed in pain, the blood oozed out of my arm like water from a faucet. Hot tears poured down my face. "Now, let's corporate, shall we?" He said with a smile. I looked down in defeat, knowing all the horrid things he would do to me.
He kept on writing in his notebook, looking up at me once in awhile. "There, all finished. Now, I want to see what your insides look like." He said with a devilish smile. I tried strangling out of my chair, it was working. He brought over a knife and made a small slit on my stomach. I screamed from the pain. I managed to get one hand free, to which I punch him in the jaw. He fumbled backwards, holding his face. I quickly got up and exited the room. I looked around, checking each corridor I've run through. I found my way out, calling out for Gerard.
I didn't hear anything, I've checked everywhere, and I couldn't find my love. I felt hot tears down my face once again. I clutched my chest. It felt empty, it hurt so fucking much. I soon felt rage. Rage on myself, letting them take him away. I had to find him, I will not eat or sleep until I have found my love.