I'm in the middle of a wasteland, nothing but darkness surrounds me. Gasping for air, I struggle to move and I clutch at my chest. I can feel the burning in my heart. It's an unsatisfiable inferno that never ceases to engulf my whole body in flames that lick at my skin. It hurts, but no matter what I do, it's still there, slowly eating away at me.
I'm wincing in pain, but suddenly it begins to face. I can feel a cool ocean washing over me, and my vision begins to clear. Once I can move without bullets of pain rainsing down on me I'm left with one question. Where am I?
There are tall black buildings in the distance, silloutetted against the tainted orange sky. Castle turrets and the majesticly carved roof tops of the many towers stand out brilliantly from the contrasted color. I can only gasp in awe at the stunning sight, my breath certainly taken away. To my left, I can just make out the huge shadow of a bridge leading over a river, heading toward the cityscape I can see in the far background. The moon his collosal in size, and I feel as if I'm on a different planet just by gazing at it. Clouds float past, dark and gray in color.
I'm on a road. The small patches of cobbled stone I can make out is gritted and worn out. The cracks tell a story of how many people have walked this path, but they also tell me of how long is has been left undisturbed. A thick coating of dust is caked over the whole road.
Music.
I can hear music. I have to strain, concentrating really hard, but amongst the lonely path ahead of me, it's there. I can hear it. The words, I can't understand. It's too quiet, too far in the distance for me to listen to. Over on the horizon, something begins to appear. I crane my neck, trying to get a better look at the mysery object, but it's moving. It's like a haze of black and white, and with every second that it grows nearer, the music becomes slightly louder.
Slowly, something begings to come into my view. I just stand there, staring at this shape, the music getting louder and louder..
People. They are people, and a.. a band are playing on a large black Float. I can't quite hear the music yet.. But it's beginning to get clearer. There's a man on the Float, at the front.. He must be the singer.. But it's too hard to see him clearly.
I stare, waiting in suspense, Wanting to know who this man is.. Why they're parading through a wasteland...
"Sometimes I get the feeling.. She's watching over me. And other times I feel like I should go." Finally, The music is almost clear, and I can just make out the words
The voice.. His voice.. Is amazing
I can see this man now.. Behind him are some other men, All playing instrments. But the singer stands out from the rest. They're all wearng black jackets.. Almost like the ones the military would wear. His hair is blonde and short, And his eyes are covered in eyeliner. They Float carries on, moving towards me. Hundreds of people are walking beside them, all wearing the same scheme of clothes.
"the Rise and fall, the bodies in the streets! And when we go, we want you all to know.. We'll carry on! We'll carry on..!" Just as the Float gets close enough for me to reach out and touch, Everything stops. Slowly, Blood begins to spread across the ground, causing small pools of crimson liquid.
The amount of blood increases until it's up to my knees.
I try to move my legs, to get on the Float where it should be safe, But my legs wont move. It's as though somethings holding me down, preventing me from moving. I watch silently as the blood reaches my chest.. then my neck.. Suddenly, The taste of blood is in my mouth and filling my lungs. the blood is up to my nose now.. And even though I'm drowning, there's no pain whatsoever... In fact, Everything seems to be calm..
My vision goes black.
I wake up in the same fucking room.
I wish I didn't have to wake up at all. Why couldn't I actually drown.. I'd finally be able to get away from him.
I stare at the ceiling. What Am I going to do. I need to get out of here if It's the last thing I do. Slowly, I get up. My back really fucking hurts. I sigh deeply and force myself to walk to the door.. I don't even see why I try and open the door, t's obviously gonna be fucking closed.
I stare at the blade that I previously discarded on the floor... Maybe It wouldn't be so bad to use it... It's not like anyone is gonna fucking care. Nobody cares about Frank Iero.
Just one cut..
I sit on the ground. slowly and reluctantly picking up the sharp, silver knife. I lift my finger to the tip and press it into the knife. Blood begins slowly dripping from the wound.
The cut began stinging, but the pain wasn't a bad one.. It almost felt comforting and relaxing.
I've made up my mind.
I lift up my left arm, rolling up my sleeve and staring at my pale, unmarked skin. I rest the blade of the knife against my wrist, about half way up my arm.
The knife suits my skin, in a sadistic, morbid way.. The glinting of the blade angainst my pale skin..
Slowly, I dig the the point of the knife into my skin, And pull the knife across my arm, slowly, pressing down hard. I stare at the cut, watching as the blood begins coming up in little pinpricks, Slowly dripping down my arm and onto the hard floor, forming tiny little dots of crimson.
The pain feels good. It's as though a heavy burden has been lifted off my shoulders. I smirk, watching the blood. One more wont hurt.
I proceed as before, pressing down harder than last time, resulting in drawing more beautiful crimson blood. I sigh softly and pull my sleeve down, hiding the knife under my flat, dirty pillow.
He must be out of the building.. otherwise he would have already smelt the blood.
Actually. Forget it.
I hear his foosteps. Slowly, they get louder. Then, the door is being opened and Bert is there. Pale as ever, And glaring at me.
"It's Time" He states simply. Time for what? What the fuck is he talking about it?
"Time for fucking what?" I reply, staring at him
"For you to become one of us Frank. I'm fucking sick of you down here. I need a new human. You're a selfish little bastard. So it's time to get rid of you." He Replies, Staring at me.
What. The Fuck. No. I'm not becoming a Fucking Vampire. I don't want to. I don't want to be one of them. They're fucking disgusting. I stare back at him, Terrified.
"N- No." I whisper, widening my eyes.
"Too bad." He narrows his eyes, and suddenly, He's next to me, grabbing my neck and sinking his fangs into my jugular.
I gasp and struggle, my fist coming into contact with his body a few times. He takes it, doesn't even flinch. I don't want this to happen. Please tell me this isn't happening. Please, please let this be a dream..
I clench my eyes shut, But I can still feel his fangs in my throat, Injecting venom into my bloodstream...
I feel the hot, wet tears as they run down my face. All of a sudden, Berts gone. And he's laughing.
He has such a cruel laugh.
"You're pathetic, you know that, right? Don't worry, you wont feel any pain, you little pussy." He hisses, Grabbing my face. I'm still crying, tears falling from me eyes and hitting the ground. He has blood on his mouth. My blood. My smirks as he slowly leans in and kisses me. My eyes widen and I bite down on his lip. Hard.
He just laughs. "Have fun out there." He smirks and Grabs my arm forcefully. I flinch, trying desperately to get away, but to no avail. He's a Vampire For Fucks sake.
I give up.. He carries me out of the room, Then.. I hear something.. Cars. I haven't heard cars for so long...
Suddenly, I make contact with the hard concrete ground and let out a yelp of Pain.
"Goodbye Frank" I hear him say, Kicking my side , causing me to cough and curl up into a little ball. My eyes are clenched shut, Not wanting this to be real..
Sure, I'm glad that I'm out.. But, He.. He turned me. Well. I'm in the process of turning, But I don't want to be a fucking Vampire!
I hear someone walk past and I be as quiet as possible.. I just want to disappear...