Sorrows of Tomorrow

It's been two days since the ... 'Event' with Gee. Why do I keep calling him that? Anyways. I haven't got any sleep, absolutely none, I know what your thinking, who needs sleep? Oh you rebel, well guess what you little fucker, yes, yes you do. Today was Thursday, I think. I dragged the now noticeable red skin below my eyes downward, rubbing my eyes. I looked down at my shirt, still the same old black shirt. I groaned and moped towards my dresser randomly grabbing another shirt and jeans and slipping them on. I somehow managed my walk to school, once there, I couldn't even remember how I got there. I pushed a hand to my face the coolness pleasuring my upcoming headache. I leaned my arm back to grab pills from my bag, my hand just brushing through thin air. I forgot my bag. My work. Everything. Just beautiful. My eyes flickered and absorbed the red coloring that leaned against the wall opposite from the school doors. He had a large smile across his face, he was laughing. I gripped loose fists and pushed my way through the forming crowds of students entering school. My head stuck on the ground as I got shoved through the crowd, I guess I really am a weak person. His hand forced through a tight slit between a few people and gripped my wrist, twirling me towards him. Of course he had to be fabulous even when I was being fondled and shoved through a crowd. "Did you make it in one piece?" He raised an eyebrow and his eyes stretched towards my back, then slightly on my ass. Classy, just classy. He patted me on the head as I looked up at him with my pissed, narrowed eyes, he was at least a head taller than me. I rubbed my eyes as his widened slightly, "You haven't gotten any sleep have you Pansy?" I rolled my eyes at the name he chose to call me, am I really a pansy? I blinked a few times then replying, "Not really, I've been having these … nightmares. Nothing important though." I saw his eyes glisten with sympathy as he stepped forward, I saw the crowds leak their ways through the double doors leading to the doors of their first period. He gripped my hips slightly drawing myself closer to him, thank god there were none of the teachers around. "What do you mean?" I fell that when he had said this, he had an idea of what I was going to say.
I choked out the words, a shiver crawled through my spine as I remembered my nightmare as I spoke, ""...Like last night, they are not like tremors, they are worse than tremors,
they are these terrors. And it's like, it feels like as if somebody
was gripping my throat and squeezing and…" His grip tightened as I forced a gulp down my throat, it felt as if someone was trying to claw it's way from my stomach. He rested his chin on my head as I continued, hair slipping into my tear stained eyes, "...Sometimes I see flames. And sometimes I see people that I love dying and... it's always…" Gerard pulled my face softly into his chest, I was upset, but I couldn't tell him the full problem, this hadn't just started, it's been fluent, and when I wake up, I feel as if reality itself is the real dream. I felt his heart heart raise a few beats as my head started to roll down his body, I was drifting to sleep and loosing balance, you dirty minded fangirls. He raised a hand and brushed his fluorescent hair from his face. "And I can't... I can't ever wake up." That was all I had to say, he let his bag drop from his shoulder, dropping to the floor, he wrapped his arms fully around my limp figure, as he pulled me even tighter than before, his vanilla scent made my drift to sleep even easier, but I couldn't not now, not in school either. "Sleep Frank.." He whispered. Then, there was black.

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