Autumn's POV

I'm floating. I'm in a cold, white room and I'm alone. There's a voice all around me, whispering at first, then screaming. Back to whispering. I notice that I'm wearing the black dress that I wore to Bert's funeral. But for some reason I have the knowledge, this sixth sense, that lets me know that he's alive. He's the one who's screaming and whispering. He's telling me that he's with me, and that he loves me. Suddenly Ray comes into view and I fall to the floor, the breath knocked out of me. Ray smiles sweetly, then slaps me. He pulls me up and pushes me into a wall. I notice I don't have a shadow just as he slams my head into the wall, which is apparently made of concrete. I try to scream, but my voice is gone. He pushes me back again, my brownish-red hair turning dark crimson. Now Mikey's here, beating the living daylights out of my brother. He pulls out a knife. I find my voice, screaming for him to stop. But he turns to me and giggles, throwing the knife into my chest. It hits me right in the heart, but strangely it doesn't hurt at all. Black goo oozes out, and suddenly I'm on the floor again, yelling at Bert to help me. I can hear Bert yelling, then crying, but I can't see him. Mikey appears over me, carving a heart into my skin. I'm sobbing, but he doesn't seem to care. It's not even that painful, though. It actually feels good. He kisses the wound, gently and warmly.

I wake up sweaty and gasping for breath. I'm still in Ray's car, and nobody's trying to kill me. God, what a fucking nightmare...

My phone is sitting on the dashboard, and it's ringing loudly. I press the green button and hold it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey. It's Frank." A sad voice replied. I heard a sniffle or two.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"I just watched Iron Man 2. I started crying at the part where Tony's dad says he loves him." I giggle at him. He always cries at that part. Who doesn't?

"The father-son love in that movie is heart-breaking." I agree.

"Totes. You wanna come over?"

"Sure. Be there in ten." I hung up and fished the keys out of my Misfits hoodie pocket.

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I parked the car in the driveway and ran up to the front door and knocked. After a few seconds Frank finally opened the door. He was sweaty and his clothes were all messed up. His hair was a tangled mess. Gerard stood next to him, his lips slightly swollen and a little bit of cum dripping down his chin.

"Oh, uh, did I interrupt?" I asked awkwardly.

"It was only round two. It's fine." Frank said with a grin. Gerard blushed beside him. I giggled nervously.

"Come on in." Frank moved aside so I could get through. I sat down on his couch.

"Uh, you might not wanna sit there." Gerard suggested.

"Ew, is that where it happened?" I shot off the couch with lightening speed.

"Yeah. That's our 'magic spot.'" Frank confessed with a smirk.

"Lovely." I chuckled, sitting on the other side of the couch. Frank happily sat on the 'magic spot' with Gerard in between us.

"I need help." I confessed, turning towards them. Gerard raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah? What's going on?"

"Ray said he's going to kick me out of his apartment if I don't break up with Mikey." I said in one breath.

"Shit. That's tough." Frank mumbled.

"What should I do?" I asked helplessly.

"You should listen to your gut. Do what you think is right." Gerard suggested.

"But I don't know what's right!" I whined, putting my head in my hands.

Ugh. Love sucks.

Notes

I just imagined Gerard tap-dancing. Amazing :D
Question of the day- Favorite movie?
I just watched Anger Management with Adam Sandler. It's hilarious.