Enclosed Spaces, chapter 4
There was a long time before Gerard stopped thinking about what he just saw Jara doing and a long time before he stopped crying. It was about an hour later before he stopped in the parking lot of First National Bank. He killed the engine and rested his head on the steering wheel.
There was a time of quiet before he began to scream. Scream, weep, scream, weep, scream, weep all at once. An elderly lady walked out of the bank and saw Gerard rolling his face on the steering wheel, crying and screaming, his face all red from the tears that shed and from the yelling. He slammed his fists against the wheel and the horn began to honk over and over and over. Over repeatedly, continuously for what seemed like forever.
A security guard even had to come out and tap on the glass of his window. Perhaps flipping off the guard wasn't the best idea in the world cause he was suspended from that bank from there on. He decided to find another less "residential" area to park in.
This time, he parked his car in the lot for some company, which didn't look too have many cars parked outside.
He snuck into the place through two opened doors that were in the back. He walked until he came to a lounge where people seemed to be doing some kind of paperwork.
"So, then I was like, whatever, get over yourself, ahahaha," an overweight bald man finished a funny story to a few co-workers that surrounded him. They all began to laugh.
After the tummy shaking, the man pointed at Gerard and said, "Hey, you can't be in here!"; but that's all he got out before he stopped dead in his words.
Gerard pulled out a gun from his coat pocket and aimed right at the man. He cocked the trigger. There were tears in his eyes and his forehead was squinted. His lower lip curled into a frown exposing his upper teeth. He tilted his head side-ways a little and shut his eyes tight. All that was heard was the sound of a bullet. The man went down, along with everyone else that ducked in fear of being shot.
Gerard hung his head. He had done it; he pulled the trigger, him. He bit his bottom lip and shut his eyes even tighter.
"Alright, you fuckers, everyone down." He took a deep breath, his eyes still closed and his face turned away. Gerard gulped, "Nobody leaves the building... you're to stay put."
Everyone was trying to remain quiet, but it didn't seem to be working. It just kept getting louder and louder. Gerard brought his head up and opened his eyes a little more. He pointed the gun towards the ceiling and fired.
"Everyone shut the fuck up! You," He pointed to this woman, "come here. What's your name?"
There was no mistaking the expression on her face. "My... .my name is Jess," she stammered.
He pulled her to his chest and put the gun to her head. "See this, do ya?! Do as I say and you'll save her from death. Too bad you couldn't save the life of that man over there." He used his gun to point to the man that lay on the floor, bullet to his chest.
"Ummmm... ." A young teenage girl chomping on her gum started, "the cops are right outside."
She reminded Gerard of Emily, which made which him twitch just a little.
"What can they do, huh?! Take what away from my life that I love that hasn't already been taken away?! Jara has already been taken, what else is there left to take?!" He yelled, pushing Jess to the ground. He started walking around, waving his gun in the air.
"I find out, she's a prostitute, which broke my heart into a million pieces. I'm also shocked to find out that she's pregnant and I'm not sure if it's even mine!!! I mean, it turns out she's been bunking sheets with the whole neighborhood!!!"
The girl started again, "Dude, take a chill pill."
Gerard turned and looked straight at the girl and pointed his gun at her. "Shut the fuck up! You're not in this, so I'd suggest you not make a sound!"
"Whatever, you're the one with the gun," she opened a magazine that was on a counter and started flipping through the pages.
"You got balls, you know that, standing up to me. You're not afraid?" he asked.
"Well," she looked down, "I don't, but my boyfriend does and the only reason I'm not scared is because I'm not a virgin."
There was the sound of helicopters fluttering overhead and the sound of megaphones outside trying to negotiate with Gerard.
"Shhh... shut up, quiet, quiet," Gerard said swaying his arms up and down and bringing the gun to his lips.
Outside, you could hear the sound of footsteps and the cocking of guns.
"Sir, put down the gun and come out with your hands up. Everything will be fine and you can just walk away from all this." The officer behind the megaphone sounded.
Gerard started to walk around in a somewhat panicked state.
"You're endangering the lives of others, come out now and we can all go home." they said, trying to coax Gerard into coming out.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stop trying to get me to come out! Agh!" He yelled, his hands to his face and his gun tapping gently against his head. "Shut up!"
The room of people started to look at one another with confused faces.
"We'll call you on the phone inside, make sure to pick it up," the megaphone blared, just before it faded out.
There was a time of quiet before he began to scream. Scream, weep, scream, weep, scream, weep all at once. An elderly lady walked out of the bank and saw Gerard rolling his face on the steering wheel, crying and screaming, his face all red from the tears that shed and from the yelling. He slammed his fists against the wheel and the horn began to honk over and over and over. Over repeatedly, continuously for what seemed like forever.
A security guard even had to come out and tap on the glass of his window. Perhaps flipping off the guard wasn't the best idea in the world cause he was suspended from that bank from there on. He decided to find another less "residential" area to park in.
This time, he parked his car in the lot for some company, which didn't look too have many cars parked outside.
He snuck into the place through two opened doors that were in the back. He walked until he came to a lounge where people seemed to be doing some kind of paperwork.
"So, then I was like, whatever, get over yourself, ahahaha," an overweight bald man finished a funny story to a few co-workers that surrounded him. They all began to laugh.
After the tummy shaking, the man pointed at Gerard and said, "Hey, you can't be in here!"; but that's all he got out before he stopped dead in his words.
Gerard pulled out a gun from his coat pocket and aimed right at the man. He cocked the trigger. There were tears in his eyes and his forehead was squinted. His lower lip curled into a frown exposing his upper teeth. He tilted his head side-ways a little and shut his eyes tight. All that was heard was the sound of a bullet. The man went down, along with everyone else that ducked in fear of being shot.
Gerard hung his head. He had done it; he pulled the trigger, him. He bit his bottom lip and shut his eyes even tighter.
"Alright, you fuckers, everyone down." He took a deep breath, his eyes still closed and his face turned away. Gerard gulped, "Nobody leaves the building... you're to stay put."
Everyone was trying to remain quiet, but it didn't seem to be working. It just kept getting louder and louder. Gerard brought his head up and opened his eyes a little more. He pointed the gun towards the ceiling and fired.
"Everyone shut the fuck up! You," He pointed to this woman, "come here. What's your name?"
There was no mistaking the expression on her face. "My... .my name is Jess," she stammered.
He pulled her to his chest and put the gun to her head. "See this, do ya?! Do as I say and you'll save her from death. Too bad you couldn't save the life of that man over there." He used his gun to point to the man that lay on the floor, bullet to his chest.
"Ummmm... ." A young teenage girl chomping on her gum started, "the cops are right outside."
She reminded Gerard of Emily, which made which him twitch just a little.
"What can they do, huh?! Take what away from my life that I love that hasn't already been taken away?! Jara has already been taken, what else is there left to take?!" He yelled, pushing Jess to the ground. He started walking around, waving his gun in the air.
"I find out, she's a prostitute, which broke my heart into a million pieces. I'm also shocked to find out that she's pregnant and I'm not sure if it's even mine!!! I mean, it turns out she's been bunking sheets with the whole neighborhood!!!"
The girl started again, "Dude, take a chill pill."
Gerard turned and looked straight at the girl and pointed his gun at her. "Shut the fuck up! You're not in this, so I'd suggest you not make a sound!"
"Whatever, you're the one with the gun," she opened a magazine that was on a counter and started flipping through the pages.
"You got balls, you know that, standing up to me. You're not afraid?" he asked.
"Well," she looked down, "I don't, but my boyfriend does and the only reason I'm not scared is because I'm not a virgin."
There was the sound of helicopters fluttering overhead and the sound of megaphones outside trying to negotiate with Gerard.
"Shhh... shut up, quiet, quiet," Gerard said swaying his arms up and down and bringing the gun to his lips.
Outside, you could hear the sound of footsteps and the cocking of guns.
"Sir, put down the gun and come out with your hands up. Everything will be fine and you can just walk away from all this." The officer behind the megaphone sounded.
Gerard started to walk around in a somewhat panicked state.
"You're endangering the lives of others, come out now and we can all go home." they said, trying to coax Gerard into coming out.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stop trying to get me to come out! Agh!" He yelled, his hands to his face and his gun tapping gently against his head. "Shut up!"
The room of people started to look at one another with confused faces.
"We'll call you on the phone inside, make sure to pick it up," the megaphone blared, just before it faded out.
