You Know What They Do -Frerard-

After two days in isolation, left only to his own head for company, Frank felt like going mad. When he was released he went down to the cafeteria, grbbing a tray of grey sludge before scanning the room and safely endearing himself to a group that looked like they could protect him before sitting down with them.

the largest of the gang eyes frank up before walking towards him, grabbing his chin and scanning the small mans neck with his eyes.
"you want some new ink?" the guy questioned, but frank got the feeling it wasnt really a question. the man shouted over his shoulder to somebody and then dragged frank off to a cell. another giant of a man followed a few minutes later with a jar of what looked like ink, a long needle and a small hammer.

Franmk swallowed hard, uncertain about this. He'd talked to his usual tattoo artist many times about the dangers of jail tatts, especially since the other had a few himself. He felt his head being held still and screwed up his face as the needle was driven into his skin.

gerard was woken from a day dream by a shuffling sound. he sat up and saw frank awkwardly pacing in. he almost burst into a fit of laughter when he saw franks neck.
"aha, nice scorpian. it really brings out your eyes." he felt accomplished when he recieved a middle finger as a reaction.
"so how was solitary confinement sugar?" frank was clearly sulking as he ignored gerards question.
"awh come on, you arent still mad at me are ya?" he cooed. he knew frank would break. he knew it.
"if its any conselation i was all alone too. i had no fun without you." he jested.

Frank cpontinued to ignore him, lying on his bunka nd trying to ignore the burning pain on his neck. He finally got itrritated by gerards qestions after an other ten minutes.
"Just fuck off alright? I have friends that are bigger than you, sicko"

gerard cackled to himself.
"HA. friends? im sorry but last time i stuck a hep c contaminated needle in someones neck i got knocked out, not a high five and a sticker saying BFF. frankie you've got nobody, so you might as well stick with me." gerard felt smug. frank was so adorable, all naive and gullible thinking he had 'friends' or someone who had his back in this hell hole.

"I don't want anything to do with you, you sicko" spat Frank "And at least someone has my back, you could die and noone would give a shit. I bet even your family hates you"

gerard flinched.
"what. you think those guys were just being nice to a pretty boy like you? jesus you're thick as shit. THEY. WANT. TO. FUCK. YOU." Gerard hissed back.
"oh and by the way. my family are already dead. but nice try..." he grimaced before leaving the room.

Frank narrowed his eyes and flipepd him off "Not like you at all then" he snarled. He stormed out and into the canteen, ignoring his pain.

gerard watched frank from the corner of the large room. gerard had been here long enough that nobody really bothered him anymore, so he could sulk in peace without anyone bothering him. he watched frank begin to get uncomfortable and could guess what people were saying to him. he was sat with the fucking mexican gangs or whatever the fuck they were. Gerard decided they were mexican until proven otherwise. he scowled at the way they tried to touch him. frank was his. eventually gerard couldnt take it and had to get up when he saw how scared frank was, it was only acceptable when it was him making frank uncomfortable,
"hey, you nogood piece of shit. get your hands off my fucking cellmate.." he snarled before turning to frank
"the warden wants you dickface." he dragged frank out of the crowd, not waiting for an answer.

"Get the fuck OFF me" snarled Frank, pushing Gerard off him "I can find the fucking warden on my ow-"

"if you don't mind faggots some of us have places to go" came an annoyed sneer from behind them.

gerard turned round, about to spit something sarcastic at this bastard when he froze.
"d-do i know you?" he let go of franks arm and stared at the young mans face, he knew the facial structure... but something was missing... glasses...
"M...mikey?"

"Well done" came Mikeys cold response "It's Micheal. To everyone." he added, sounding a tocuh annoyed as he didn't manage to recognise Gerard at first, then all of a sudden it dawned on him and his eyes softened slightly.
"Gerard?"

gerard flung himself at mikey, trying (and failing) to hold back tears.
"oh god mikey i thought you were dead, i-i've missed you so much. why are you in prison mister? you were always such a good kid." gerard hugged his brother tighter, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

Mikey stood expressionless and making no move to hug Gerard back.
"I had to look after myself after YOU abandoned us" he sasid coldly "I grew up Gerard. I had to do alot of things to survive. all because you were sick"

gerard stumbled back from mikey.
"mi-ikey, im sorry. i i-i didnt do anything wrong. it wasn't my fault." gerard began to whimper, tears strolling down his face.
"i'm all better now... it wasnt my fault. IT WASNT MY FAULT." gerard screamed before bursting into tears and storming to his cell and crawling into his bunk.

Frank made top get away but Mikey rgabbed him by the hair.
"Where do you think you're going?" he smirked, grabbing a homemade blade from hispocket and dragginG Frank closer towards him.

Frank tumbled into their cell gripping a heavily bleeding shoulder from where Mikey had simply carved in 'Be careful'

gerard ignored frank and bit down harder on his wrist. he had done it before and he knew he could do it again. he had pretty sharp teeth. tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he began to taste the distinct metalic taste. just a bit further. his arm burned white hot and he wanted to scream. he remembered that last time he wasnt in the slightest sober. he had 50, mabye 60 pain killers in his system. a cry caught in his throat and he froze as he heared franks voice from the bunk above him.

"Gee, are you ok?" Franks voice was quiet, shaking, but almost... caring. He clambered down from his bunk, the blood soaking into his prison uniform as he gently pulled Gerards wrist away from his mouth.
"Don't do that," he whispered, placing his hand to stop the bleeding and not looking Gerard in the eyes.

gerard hid his face in his knees like a child.
"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." gerard chanted through sniffles. he instead chewed at the inside of his cheek.
"everyone hates me." he whispered after a long silence.

"No" whispered Frank "I'm sure some people here like you, and Micheal won't HATE you, and I..."

"you hate me too." gerard whined, feeling sorry for himself.
"i'm a horrible person. my own brother thinks its my fault they're dead. it wasnt me. it wasnt me." gerard slumped into franks lap. sobbing loudly and indignantly. pretty soon he had calmed down and was drifting off to sleep.

Mikey appeared at the door "He always did fall asleep when he cried" he remarked, shoving Frank away and siting oN gerards bunk, resting the olders head on his lap and humming softly.

when gerard opened his eyes he was confused to see his brother.
"mikey? where's frank?" he rubbed his eyes, getting the sleep out of them. frank appeared from his bunk when he heared his name and gerard opened his arms, bowing hiis head down and silently asking for a hug. he always acted like a child when he was sad. reluctantly frank complied.
"why is your back all sticky? gerard asked, screwing his nose up at the unpleasant feel. when he saw that it was blood he freaked out.
"who the fuck did this to you? i told you they were trouble. WHO DID IT? I'LL KILL THEM."

Mikey shot Frank a look.
"N-Noone" lied Frank, staring at the floor. He scraped his hair out of his face "I-I'm gonna go clean up" he added. Mikey smirked, then looked down at gee.
"Sorry I lashed out before I just... It was hard without you Gee"