These Pigs Are After Me Chapter 7

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These Pigs Are After Me Chapter 7

The light flooding in my window woke me up. Every part of me hurt probably a result of being electrocuted. I got up; my room tilted a little, my head hurt. God damn, what the hell is wrong with me? This all can’t just be from the shock, right? Then it hit me. The fight! They got Frank! I took off down the hall to Gerard’s room and pushed the door open.

“Gee!” I yelled as I ran it.

The room was completely empty, like he hadn’t even come home that night.

“Shit.” I ran downstairs

“What the hell were you thinking Mom?! You called the Police on Frank!” I could hear Gerard yell in the kitchen

I crept over to the door so I could hear better.

“I had to honey. He’s a bad influence to her. What Izzabella needs is someone who isn’t going to get himself killed.” Mom responded.

She never calls me Izzabella. What the hell is going on?

“Listen to yourself! You sound like one of them! Do you have any idea what they want to do to him?!”
I held my breath, waiting for Gerard to continue.

“Mom they want to kill him.” Mikey said in an icy cold voice

No, no, they couldn’t do that to Frank! He only broke the rules twice, and they weren’t even big rules! Maybe I’m just dreaming. There’s no way this is real.

“I don’t care. That hooligan deserves it.” Mom broke the moment of silence.

“What about Iz? You know how much she loves him. How do you think she’ll behave if she knew this was your fault?” Gerard sounded exhausted, like he’d given up

“I don’t have to worry about her. I’m sending her to the reform school out by the West Wall of the city. The Scarecrow suggested that to me because of her outlandish behavior last night. I’m following his advice so I can have at least one decent child.”

“Mom you can’t do that. You can’t let them kill Frank and then not even deal with Izzy. You can’t just send her away and expect her to change, you know how she is, that won’t work on her. It will only make her behave worse, or in the real world, it will only make her act more like a Way. I don’t care if you disown me and Mikey but don’t even think about doing that to Izzy. If you want her to behave you had better get Frank out of Prison and keep Iz away from that school.” Gerard’s voice took on a tone of severe protectiveness

Tears were pouring down my face. This couldn’t be real. I slid to the floor, knocking over a vase with white roses in them. The crack of it hitting the floor stopped the conversation going on inside the kitchen. The door opened, Mikey’s face stared down at me.

“Shit. Gee you might want to come here.” His voice sounded far away.

“Mikey please deal with whatever it is.” Another voice sounded

I couldn’t feel anything. Everything was blank. I had felt this way before, the first time I had a panic attack. I ended up in the hospital then. I could breath, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel.

“I’m not the one who can get her out of a panic attack.” The earlier voice continued.

A face came down to my level, trying to talk to me but I couldn’t understand, there were too many things going on in my head. No feeling, excruciating pain. Not a thought in my mind, a million running rampant. There was a weight pushing me down, begging my mind to shut down.

“Please tell me Iz isn’t out there.”

“Gee she needs you, now. I think she’s slipping”

“God damn.”

Another face, more words, more weight. I could feel that I was moving but I don’t know where. I begged my mind to let me pass out, to escape the pain, or the lack of it.

Tears were pouring down my face. My side hurt like hell. My head ached. On top of all that, there was a feeling of emptiness. I was losing everything. I couldn’t even think about Frank, it hurt too much, and my own mother wanted me to go away and change myself. I whimpered to myself, I thought I was alone. I cried Frank’s name again and again, hoping that he would hear me and wake me up from this nightmare. A recognizable voice broke through the pain.

“Shhh, Iz you’re okay, there’s nothing that’s gonna hurt you. I won’t let anything happen.” Gerard voice was like a life preserver, trying to keep my afloat in my own mind and bring me back to reality.

There was feeling again, not that I wanted to feel it, but I could feel again. The weight was slowly lifting away from my mind. My cries turned into broken sobs. I finally pried my eyes open. Gerard had picked me up and carried me back to my room. He held me like I was a baby. He was sitting cross-legged on the edge of my bed, holding me in his lap, trying to comfort me, and save me from my own mind. Gerard had tears in his eyes, a rare thing. His face was a mask of happiness and reassurance but the pain in his eyes stripped it away.

“Gee?” I mumbled, my real question unsaid.

“Oh Iz, I’m so sorry you had to hear that. I was going to tell you as soon as you were awake. I’m just glad that your back with us.” He tried to smile

“I’m not dreaming am I.” it was more of a statement and less like a question

“No Iz. I’m so sorry.” He said quietly.

I unraveled myself from his hold and sat next to him, looking at the white floor, tears still leaking out of my eyes.

“Gee we have to do something. We have to get out of here” I said.