Literature
Disenchanted-Frerard-Chap. 21
The world became a messy, slow, and chaotic blur. Half of my mind was focused on my task at hand, the other half was off, thinking about everything else. But the part of my brain that was stuck at the mall, whirred from a shouting Frank, to agonizing pain, to a burly security guard to the distinct siren of an ambulance.
~*Frankie's P.O.V.*~
I watched in angst as Gerard balled up his fist and launched it towards an all-too-intimidating face. I started shouting, crying, even, for someone to help, for Gerard to stop, anything that would make this feeling of agony deep in the pit of my stomach dissolve. Gerard's head was slammed into one of the