Make a wish when a Blackbird flies

I couldn't see anything at first. I couldn't hear anything, or feel anything; I was just floating in a vast blackness. It was quite peaceful actually, I didn't have to think or worry about anything, I was just existing – or not – in this emptiness. Is this what death is like? If it is I can see why it would be so upsetting, there's nothing except darkness; but at the same time it's very relaxing. There's nothing ugly to come and hurt you.

It didn't last long though. A little light appeared ahead of me, it was so far away that I could barely see it. I tried getting closer, I think I did anyway, but nothing changed; then a second light appeared, close to the first one. Within the next few seconds more lights appeared, one after the other, all around me.

The darkness soon turned into stars. I had the whole of the cosmos all around me. It was so vast, it made everything else seem insignificant in comparison. I bet Gee would love it here...I wonder what happened to him after I died; he would never know that I remembered everything I the end; I already missed him terribly.

I thought the whole point of dying was to no longer suffer, so why am I feeling such a deep dull ache inside of me? It made me want to curl up and die again, I wanted the darkness back, the stars just reminded me of him. I wondered why I hadn't become a ghost like everyone else, maybe this was a temporary universe, like a place for transition.

Maybe I just wasn't supposed to be a ghost; maybe the psychic couldn't become what he could see. Whatever this place was, it wasn't where I wanted to be most. I wanted to just go home with Gerard and pretend the last ten years never happened. After everything that happened, we couldn't even have that. So what happens now? Maybe if I try hard enough I can follow the second star to the right and fly off to Neverland.

During my rambling thoughts I realized I had actually started to slowly move – at least I think I was – the only reason I noticed was because the stars were getting bigger, increasing in size and intensity while I was traveling faster towards them. The stars in front of me became fewer and fewer until it was just one giant sun swallowing me up in it's light. Then everything stopped.

[i]Come on sleepy head, wake up[/i]

Where was I? Oh right, I couldn't breath.
I suddenly breathed in as much air as I could making a loud gasping noise, and let it out I painful coughs. There was something stuck in my throat, I clawed at my neck to try and get it out, it was getting harder to breath in and my whole body hurt, like I had been hit by a truck.

“Nurse, I need some help in here!” I heard a voice call out from somewhere. I didn't know who it was, it was all too loud and all I could see was that bright sun I had floated into. Strong hands seemed to suddenly materialize out of nowhere, holding me in place; I panicked, memories of the past surfacing to my mind making me struggle in fear.

Whatever was in my throat was slowly being dislodged, making me choke and feel sick. Even after my throat felt clear I couldn't seem to breath.
“Breath Frank.” Said another voice, closer and louder. “Come on, just breath in!” They insisted and I was finally able to do it, like the first time, though expanding my lungs too much brought out a stabbing pain in my chest.

“There we go, much better.” Said that voice and the hands holding me down softened and left. “We thought we'd lost you there for a moment.” I still couldn't see anything, I didn't even know if my eyes were open or closed, but the light was starting to hurt; I moved my hand in front of my face to see if I could shield myself from it. “Don't worry, the blindness is only temporary. You're body's been telling your brain you were drowning, so you're going to feel a little sensitive in the senses.”

I was confused, where was I? I was drowning? I thought I was chocking.
“He should be alright now mister Way.” Said the voice of who I could only assume now was the doctor, and then several footsteps walked away. Nothing happened for a while, except my vision was darkening a little, so that I could barely distinguish the shapes and colours of thing around me.

I felt something grab my hand and jumped, not expecting the contact. I thought I was alone.
“I'm sorry.” Said a voice and the hold on my hand disappeared. I looked toward the direction the voice was coming from and could vaguely see a figure with black hair. I thought I recognized his voice.

“Gee...” I croaked then coughed, feeling my throat sting.
“Careful, you shouldn't strain your voice; here.” He said and I felt something like a straw being pressed to my lips. I gulped down a few mouthfuls of water and felt a lot better. Disregarding Gerard's advice though I kept talking.

“What happened?” I whispered slowly, I couldn't make my voice go any higher. He sighed then started speaking.
“Well, I woke up after being knocked out and I found you...hanging...I untied you and tried to bring you back, but I couldn't. You died, legally, for about three minutes;

“You were then air lifted out of that place and resuscitated by a team of paramedics that knew much better than me what to do.” He sniffed a little at the end. I lifted my arm and, as best as I could with my poor sight, placed it on his face to try and comfort him; he leaned into my touch a little.

“You grew up well. When you were younger I remember your face was so round and pudgy.” I said rubbing his cheek a little.
“What? You...” He stuttered, I felt his tears falling in my hand.
“Hi, Gee.” I said smiling. That was all he needed to hear.

He grabbed my hand and pressed it harder onto his face an started crying harder.
“God, Frankie, I missed you, I missed you so much!” He cried, trying to hold back his sobs. He seemed to fall apart right in front of me and dropped his head on my stomach while I caressed his hair. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.” He sobbed and he kept repeating that he was sorry.

I tried shushing him and telling him that he had no control over everything that happened, but I couldn't get my voice to make any sound, I felt my whole neck aching with the bruises obviously left from that rope. I didn't blame him, far from it, there was no way he could have predicted the last ten years, not even I could and I had the power to do it. I was just happy we had finally found each other, after all this time.

After a few minutes he finally calmed down enough to stop, during that time my vision cleared and I could see better, though it wasn't perfect; he took a deep breath and wiped his eyes.
“I'm sorry.” He said again.
“Stop.” I breathed out. I reached for the cup of water on the table beside me and like before took a few sips.

We stayed in silence for a few moments.
“So what did I miss?” I asked, making him huff out a short laugh.
“Oh, not much, a few episodes of Sherlock...” He joked. At least I hope he joked. I love Sherlock.
“How's Mikey?” I asked; his face went a little dark.
“He's fine, he won't talk to me any more, but I'm assuming that if something were wrong he'd call me, so...” He trailed off.

“Alice...She was their daughter wasn't she?” I asked carefully. He nodded slowly. It made sense now. “He just needs some time, he'll come around.” I said. In the following silence I looked around the room; it was just the average white walled hospital room, it was small and I was the only one in here, so I guessed it was a private room.

“How long have I been here?” I asked.
“Almost two days, they couldn't get you to breath on your own so they put you on a respirator.” He explained.
“What about...Those two, did you catch them?”
“They're dead. Looks like Mcorgan killed Nate then himself.” He said.

“I guess that's okay, I mean he already got out of maximum security once.” I said. I breathed in a little and decided I was tired of lying down. As I attempted to push myself up into a sitting position Gerard saw what I was wanting to do and immediately tried to stop me.
“Oh, no, Frankie-” He was cut off by my sudden gasp and cry of pain.

There was a flaring/ stabbing pain in my chest.
“Careful, you broke a rib. Well, more specifically, I broke your rib.” He said kind of shyly.
“What? Why'd you break my rib?” I wheezed out, my arms crossed over my stomach to try and dull the pain.
“I didn't do it on purpose, I was trying to help.” He said kind of sadly.

“When can I go home?” I asked in a bit of a whiny voice.
“We're gonna have to talk about that, like what's gonna happen next and where you'll be staying.” He said while I tried to even out my breathing.
“Where am I gonna stay?” I asked. I loved the carnival and all the people in it, it's been my home for years, I could never see myself leaving it.

Despite this I also couldn't see myself going anywhere without Gerard, I had been separated from him long enough.
“I know how you feel about that place.” He said, I thought I was the mind reader. “But I thought I could retire from the police force, my work is done there anyway, and that, maybe, you might want to stay with me, back in Jersey.” He continued a little uncertainly.

“And of course whenever the carnival comes back you can go visit for however long you want.” He rushed out. I didn't have to give it much thought at all.
“That sounds perfect.” I smiled.

Notes

As if I could ever kill Frank, pfff, come on. :)
I hope you're all having a great end of school break, I loved you last comments btw and keep writing!!
Also we're getting close to the end, only one or two chapters left.