A/N~ guys if you missed chapter 2 please go read it. Uploads got messed up and a lot of people missed it

~Pete's POV~

This was a horrible feeling. Everyone was quiet as we began to split up.

Gerard had his forehead leaned against Frank's. His hand was on the side of Frank's head, his fingers tangling slightly in his hair. His eyes were closed, but the tear seeping out of the corner of his eye was plainly visible.

"I can't believe we're doing this..." I mumbled under my breath, turning away from them. I can't believe I had agreed to split up... I felt like throwing up from how horrible this really was.

"You'll be okay." Gerard whispered, opening his eyes. He tilted his head and planted a kiss on Frank's lips.

I didn't want to separate... But what was the choice now?..

Gerard walked Frank over with a sad look in his eye. He spoke softly to Patrick before walking over to the other group. His fingers pulled from Frank's longingly.

No one wanted to say anything. We all knew how fucked up this was. Once again it was Ryan to break the silence.

"We'll take left." Ryan said lowly.

"Yea, because left worked so fucking great for us last time..." Brendon mumbled.

"We'll go right then." I said, looking around at the group next to me. Tyler was so close to Josh it was unreal. Patrick was holding his hands in front of him, looking at the ground. Frank just stood by him, also looking at the ground.

"We'll meet up soon." Ryan nodded.

There was a moment where we all stood, contemplating what we were about to do. Finally, our feet began to move and off we went.

Separated as simply as that.

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~Patrick's POV~

We were in a new hotel room now, but it wasn't right. Sure, I had Pete and Tyler had Josh, but Frank sat alone in the corner. I knew the importance of bonds since meeting Pete...And I knew how strong his and Gerard's was.

Josh was on watch while Tyler and Pete slept on the bed. I didn't know what I wanted to do. Sleep? I sucked at that. Talking with with Pete? He was actually sleeping...Sleeping wasn't something you interrupted without good reason...I finally just walked over to Josh, leaning against the wall by the window.

"Hey." Josh nodded, giving me a quick glance before looking back out the window.

"Hi." I nodded back, "How are you holding up?"

Josh shrugged. "I don't know...It just doesn't feel quite right, you know?"

"Oh, believe me...I know..." I sighed. I looked over at Frank in the corner. He was just staring at the opposite wall, silent.

"I can remember bits and pieces." Josh said suddenly, making me turn back to him. He was scanning the outside, but spoke quietly again. "Of all the time in that place... He was never silent. He always fought back..."

"I honestly thought Gerard had killed him while he was under the doctor's influence..." I spoke softly, "I...I saw his neck snap dude..." I scrunched my eyes shut. The image replayed in my mind. I wasn't watching directly, but I had still seen it. It was something burned into my brain...Just like how close I came to actually killing Pete...

"It's hard when you have someone else in your head controlling everything you do..." Josh bit his lip.

I had never heard him talk about that place. Josh was the type of guy to look up at the sky and point out different constellations that he would tease Tyler as being alien spaceships. He was the type of guy to bring the positive side of a bad situation. He was the opposite of his destructive ability.

"I'm sorry..." I said, looking down. I had no idea how long he had been under the doctor's influence.

Josh shook his head, "There's no one to blame but myself. I went after Tyler when I saw them trying to take him...I showed them what I can do..."

I looked up at him and saw a sad look in his eye. It was a different look from the Josh I had come to know.

"Why don't you go rest?" I chimed in, "I can take watch."

Josh shook his head with a soft laugh. "I can't sleep right now...Too much on my mind..."

"Sure?" I asked. He just nodded in response. I sighed and stood upright. I walked across the room and let my fingers trail along Pete's sprawled out bare arm as I walked past him. We both illuminated and I noticed a small smile tug at his lips. I smiled back as my fingers danced over his before pulling away. I continued walking over to where Frank sat in the corner.

I sat down next to him, earning a quick glance from Frank. I shot him a smile and looked down at my shoes.

"You haven't said anything since..." I trailed off. I looked up at him and he nodded just slightly.

"You probably won't, will you?" I asked in a low tone.

This time, Frank just looked at me. His eyes were like a dull gray...Nothing like what they used to be. He had changed because of that place...

"Will you at least..." I turned my head around to look for something. I saw a hotel notepad and matching pen on the bedside table. I grabbed it and turned back to Frank. "Maybe write things down? Just so there's some way we can talk back and forth."

Frank was still for a moment. However, he did reach for the objects in my hand and begin to scribble down on it. He quickly finished and flashed the message to me.

Okay, Thanks Patrick

I smiled. "No problem, Frank." I patted his shoulder and earned another nod.

"Try to sleep, Alright?" I told him. He nodded, leaning his head against the wall.

I stood up and walked over to the bed that Pete was resting on. I pushed him over a bit, seeing as he was being a bed hog, and climbed into the bed next to him. I yawned, laying on my side to look at him. My eyes trailed along his tattoo sleeved arms, absorbing every color and detail to try and help me sleep. It used to help...So why not now...

"We'll be okay..." I mumbled, feeling my eyes begin to close.

It had to turn out okay...Right?..