Frank P.O.V

I couldn't see, or hear, yet I felt like there were lightning bolts ricocheting off the insides of my skull. It wasn't a hangover sort of headache, it was like somebody was squeezing my brain. I couldn't move; I felt like a coma patient. I couldn't exactly do anything, all that I could do was lie down and wait it out, alone with my own thoughts.

I was thinking, what could Gerard and I do for the rest of eternity? We couldn't sit around in that cabin forever, although, I'd have no objection to that. Everything there was so serene and peaceful, and away from undesirable people. I supposed that I could just drink from them, that'd be a quick way of disposing of them. My inner monologue had viciously changed, I guessed that that was what happened in Gerard's mind when he was hungry. If I could have, I would've shuddered. I wouldn't have imagined that this was the way that I would be leaving this world- before making a surprising re-entry, spitting in the eyes of all creationists, evolutionists too.

After a short while, I felt something. It wasn't much; the hairs on my arms standing on end, goosebumps appearing on my skin. My body's final farewell to being human- I was sort of glad. I could finally say that I was a monster without having to pretend that my mind was hiding that fact away. Far, far away from any thought that I could ever hear.
The feeling was like somebody was breathing long, cold breaths across my skin. I wasn't too sure if it was something to be happy about, or something to be mildly worried about. But, could I do anything about it? Nope.
I wanted to stand up, walk around, kiss Gerard. I was sick of being stuck like this. It was like being stuck in limbo like the souls of the just. Did Gerard have to sit through this?

I was starting to give up, thinking that I would be stuck like this forever. I would've cried, even begged the God that I didn't believe exist- all for the release. The release back into the world, or the release back to the peaceful darkness. If I was going back to living, I didn't want to remember this. It was beginning to make me feel extremely claustrophobic, and I wanted to break through the barrier. I tried to move, but with no luck I decided that patience was definitely my only virtue. I had to wait, if Gerard could do it, I could. Mikey too.

The feeling of the cold breaths plagued my skin again, I wanted to stop them. It couldn't be anybody other than Gerard, and all that I wanted to do was embrace him. I was getting more than just fed up; upset. I felt abandoned, maybe if he shook me my body would wake up. Then we could leave, and be together forever. Happily ever after, the end. Except, there would be no end, and I'd have to learn how to accept my new self. Relying on the living for nutrition, it felt morally wrong. But Gerard had been doing it for more than a few years. Centuries in fact. He knew the do's and don't's and I knew for sure that I could trust him. After all, he had protected me from a lot of things. Myself, Max, my mother.

Max was currently attempting to recover in an intensive care unit. He was conscious, but couldn't really move his body awfully well. I mulled over the idea of visiting him first- the idea of him being my first little snack delighted the ravenous feeling that was now building up in my stomach. It was a strong, and dominant feeling. My other thoughts were being bullied into the shadows by that one thought: "Who's my first kill, and what will they taste like?"
I imagined that blood would taste exactly how ice cream tasted. Creamy, the most satisfying thing since sliced bread. That animalistic feeling, that was getting more and more prominent, certainly loved dwelling on the taste of something that I had relied on even before I was born.

I felt something again, like a hand resting on my cheek. I wanted to retaliate, bite their hand or something. Anything to tell them that I was still alive! If it was Gerard, I wanted to pull him into an everlasting hug, never letting him go. That sort of state that I was in, it was lonely. More than that. It was a sorry state, something that people didn't need to experience. At least I knew that I had somebody who loved me more than anything waiting for me on the other side.
Gerard- well, maybe Mikey too. I know that he wouldn't just go ahead and kiss him on the cheek. Telling him that he loved him. That wasn't something that Gee would do. No, Gee would've been all alone. Afraid, and unsure of what was happening to him. Whereas I knew exactly what was happening to me.

I was getting bored of waiting, I was beginning to go over my sadistic plans. I hated them, but the animal wouldn't let the thoughts leave. Mother. Daniel. Max. Old friends. I wanted to hold my hands over my ears, to refuse to listen to whatever it was that it was shouting. But I couldn't not listen, it was overpowering and overwhelming. It knew more than I had even believed that I knew about killing a man. It went into the mundane details, the gory ones too. I wanted to scream, but my mouth refused to open. Keeping me trapped, alone in my dark prison; my mind.
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Song Of The Chapter- Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez

A.N
Currently in love with Melanie, and there also may be a double update this fine Monday eve/morn (whatever time zone you're in a guess). That is after I've finished everrrry single piece of homework so that I can have a life at the weekend. Anyway, I sincerely hoped that you've enjoyed this story so far, especially since it's almost at an end. Will it be a happy ending? Or will I ruin your day (soz)...