I walked into my room and grabbed my book bag that I had brought the day I came here. I put all the clothes I brought here and then put the pictures and some of Jared's clothes I had took in the bag. I looked around and saw Jared's journal that he told me about in his letter. His letter was on the inside. I put it in the bag.

A few hours passed and I stayed awake watching Gerard get all comfy and fall asleep. I slowly got up and grabbed my bag. I opened the door and walked slowly to the dining hall making completely sure that no one would see us. When I got into the dining hall Frank pulled me aside and up against the wall quietly. I looked around and no one was there. I looked at him and he put a finger over his lips. He started walking out the dining hall and over to the media room. He had a plan.

He quickly opened the door and the three night shift orderlies looked at us. "Yes?" the man orderly asked.

"Yes, I'm Frank. That is Tom." Frank said.

"Hello. What do you what?" One of the lady orderlies asked.

"Um…I just wanted to let you know that Tre, Mike, and Gerard are still awake and they are all on the verge of a panic attack or breakdown. I would go check them out. You better hurry because they are the most high maintenance people in this place." I said.

"Why are you telling us this?" the other lady said.

"Well we are trying to make it easier for you. Tre is over in the west end by the dining hall, Mike is down the east end on the end and Gerard is in my room which is on the east end down a hall and to your left close to the end." I said.

"They are really hard to calm down when acting like this. Gerard won't listen to Tom. Mike and Tre only have a breakdown once in a blue moon and they are bad. I would hurry to get to their rooms. Since there is three of you and three of them I think you should split up." Frank said.

"You said Gerard was in your room, right?" the man said.

"Yeah, I'm going to stay in here for a moment." I said.

"Same with me." Frank said.

They looked at us for a moment and for that moment I thought we were found out, but when they started getting up there was a glimmer of hope. Then I realized that they were night shift orderlies. Therefore they don't know what's wrong with us and for all they know we were the harmless ones just trying to help, but they are truly and utterly wrong. What we were about to do would probably get them fired if we execute this perfectly. I was planning the whole thing in my head. From the looks of it Frank was doing the same thing.

They walked off and we shut and locked the door.

"When we break the door we sprint to the gate. There is a password on the gate. I managed to remember the password from the first day I came here. If they haven't changed it, it will be easy to get in. If they did change it I know there is a hole in the fence." I said.

"Why can't we just go through the hole in the fence? Wouldn't that be faster?" Frank asked.

"I want to use the entrance." I said.

I don't know why I am fighting over what way to escape. I think it was I wanted to leave the same way I entered.

"Tom, I think they changed after what happened with David. You didn't see it, but David tried to smash his head into the passcode. Let's go through that hole. I know the place where we can get some cash to pay for the train to get to Mark's place." Frank said.

"Fine, we have to go fast. They might be coming. Come on break the window." I said.

Frank looked at the glass and grabbed a shirt and punched the window cracking the wndow then take a chair and smashing the window to pieces. That set off the alarm. That's when me and Frank dashed to the hole in the fence. I kept looking behind me to see if anybody was after us. Frank was way ahead of me.

"Frank, slow down!" I yelled. He quickly got to the fence and opened it up and waited for me.

"Hurry the fuck up, Tom. They are probably figuring out we set off the alarm." Frank yelled.

I rushed over to the fence out of breath. I went through the fence and ran until we could run anymore. I stopped. I sat on the side of the road out of breath and sweating. I had not gotten this much exercise in years. Frank was doing fine, I think.

"Come on, Tom. We just have to go a little farther. Come on just a little farther." Frank begged.

"I can't run anymore. I'm all run out." I gasped.

"Come on, Frank. We have to go just down that road and take a left and it should be there a block down." Frank said sounding like it wasn't that far away.

I got my tired ass off the sidewalk and pulled all the energy I could to get me to this old run down gas station. Frank seemed happy so I stayed calm. I looked around and this place looked like somebody could just pop up and kill me.

"Frank, was is this place?" I asked.

"I know a guy who works here who owes me money. As of four months ago he still works here." Frank said.

I trusted him and we worked in. I forgot what the outside world looked like. The air smelt good. Fresh, and earthy. I missed that smell. I had been smelling the air filled with medicine and cleaning supplies.

"Bob! Bob!" Frank yelled.

"What? Who is there? What do you want?" this voice shouted.

"Bob, It's Frank. Where are you?" Frank yelled.

This man peered out of the back room. He had a big red beard. "Frank? Frank Iero?" Bob said.

"Yeah, Bob, it's me, how have you been?" Frank asked.

"I've been good. Who is this dude?" Bob asked.

"Oh, Bob this is Tom Delonge. Tom This is Bob Bryar." Frank said.

"Wait, Tom Delonge?" Bob asked.

"That's my name.' I said.

"You were sent to life at Hazelnut Valley mental institution like four years ago, right?" Bob asked.

I just stared at Bob. Frank laughed. "Yeah, man, I need the money you own me." Frank said all of a sudden getting serious.

"Um, why so serious?" Bob asked.

"Because we need money fast." Frank said.

"I don't have all your money." Bob replied.

"How much do you have?" Frank asked.

"I only have half. I need more time. Business here is really slow. I'm sorry. I can give you what I got. What do you need your money for?" Bob panicked.

"Give me the money you have. I will be back in a couple weeks. I need the rest by then." Frank said.

Bob frantically went through this drawer and handed frank a bag full of money. Frank smiled.

"Thanks, Bob. Nice seeing you again." Frank said walking towards the door.

"No problem." Bob smiled like nothing happened.

"Oh yeah, Bob?" Frank said.

"Yeah?" Bob replied.

"If anybody asked about me or Tom, you never knew us. You got that?" Fran asked.

Bob nodded and we walked out the gas station. It was dark out. It was pretty creepy. I hadn't been out of Hazelnut Valley in four years. It was scary enough in the late afternoon. At night this place is fucking scary as hell. I stayed close to Frank as we walked to the train station. Frank and I were officially on the run.