*GERARD'S POV

My eyes fluttered open nonchalantly and I rapidly blinked, taking in my surroundings. I was confused at first, puzzled why I would be in a park laying on a tree, with a blanket wrapped around me.


I continued to still be perplexed as I rolled up the blanket in a neat bun. Looking around, I figured I was about a mile away from my apartment, considering this was Little Stone Park. How I ended up here? I've no clue. I probably got wasted.. but I don't have a hangover? I frowned slightly. It was a little disturbing that I ended up in park with no way of knowing how I got there.

I left the blanket there, decided that it wasn't mine, or so I thought it wasn't, and turned my back on the park. After a few feet of walking, an uneasy feeling sunk in the pitt of my stomach. I looked back to see if anyone was behind me, but there was no one there. Then, I felt the weirdest emotion. Amusement. But I've no idea how it got there, I wasn't amused in the slightest bit. I was a little frightened, if anything. I continued my long journey home, still weary for some odd reason.


I crashed through the door of my apartment, panting furiously. I slammed It shut and jogged to my little room. I constantly felt someone there, even though there wasn't a soul. It freaked me out so much that about halfway through my journey, I started full on sprinting. I panted a bit more and fell back onto my bed. I felt safer in my little apartment room, it's sorta a place of security for me. I have been living here for a couple of years though. That may be the reason why.


The lightbulb in my mind was lit for the next couple of hours, new thoughts that I would never even think of just came to me. I just sat there and thought for a really long time. It was comforting and quite entertaining. I felt as if I had not just one, but two minds thinking for me at the exact time. Whatever drug I took last night must've really worked, but too bad I can't remember it. I've never done drugs. I cocked an eyebrow. But I have. Yes I have.. I replied to my mind. I was having an internal war with myself. A part of my mind was saying that I've never done drugs, and the other part was saying I have. Urggg, this was all just so fucking confusing. I just really needed something to calm my nerves. My mind clicked and I looked over to my shelf of songwriting books.


"And if they get me and the sun
Goes down into the ground,
And if they get me
Take this spike to my heart
And.."



My insecurities were fresh in my mind as I wrote. My thoughts kept wondering to dark imagery, and I was greeted with the possibility that it could be a vampire.. I know it sounded ridiculous but I couldn't help but think there may be a vampire following me around. That would be fucking awesome.


I kept writing in deep concentration, completely absorbed in the lyrics.



"Someone get me to a doctor
And,
Someone get me to a church,
Where they can pump this venom, gaping hole
And you must keep your soul like secret in your throat,
And if they come and get me,
What if you put the spike in my heart"



I softly sang how I imagined the tune would go, tapping my fingers on my black pants to the rhyme. I slightly rocked my head back and forth.


Dude, that's fucking awesome!


And I swear at that moment, I jumped out of my skin. A strangled gasp escaped from my mouth and I sprang up. I frantically searched around, but I knew the voice came from inside. My breathing came rapid and shallow, and my heart fluttered in terror.


"What the HELL!", I screamed at a wall, "Who is that? Who the fuck are you!" My anger was falling off of me in waves as I searched around my room, knowing that it's hopeless and I would find nothing. Until I looked in a corner. I did double take, gasping and blinking rapidly, as if my eyes were deceiving me.


"Uh.. I um.." Was all that could come out of my mouth as stood there in shock, staring at this little boy's figure hunched up In a corner. I wanted to yell at him and demand he tell me why he was here, but I couldn't.. He looked so helpless and small. He even looked, well, he sort of looked like he was glowing. For some odd reason I felt a impulse to protect this little boy-


The little boy stood up. And he wasn't so little. He had tattoos intricately inked all over his body, and I couldn't help but admire the way they didn't match whatsoever with his olive skin tone, making them somehow more charming. Wait. I knew those tattoos.. I used to admire them as my finger drug across the skin on which they lay. My eyes hauntingly drug up his body, fearful of what I might see in his face. If it's him. Glowing golden eyes met mine and I gasped in relief and fright. He still had his longer black hair, with that same smirk he used to have plastered on his face. That incredibly beautiful smirk which without, my life isn't complete. But his eyes were different. They were no longer a duller brown, but a golden color.


"Frank?" My voice betrayed me with a hideous crack. Unwelcomed painful tears silently slid down my cheeks. It's really him, it's really fucking him. Oh God. He came back to haunt me. He hates me now.. But instead of screaming at me or killing me on the spot, he just cocked his head to the side and looked puzzled. He was so beautiful without even trying, it made my cheeks flush. Oh dammit Gerard, you're hopeless.


"Yes.. I.. How did you know my name?" That velvety voice was the same, yet it wasn't masked with pain and suffering like it usually used to be. A slight frown crossed his face when I didn't answer.


"Hello?" I snapped out of awe and felt my cheeks burn even more.


"I - I think I guessed?" I pathetically replied, ashamed for not telling the truth. But he apparently doesn't remember, so what he doesn't know won't hurt him.. for now.


A deep smile formed on his face and he let out a little chuckle. Now it was my turn to look confused.


"Do I really look like that much of a Frank? Geez, I didn't think that it was that noticeable." I could tell he knew that I was hiding something, but he chose to ignore it.


"Uh.. So do you wanna, like sit down or something?" I looked down at my feet as I asked.


"Yea, that'd be great." I could almost hear the smile in his soft voice. We sat down and I really didn't know what to do next. I didn't even know if I was dreaming or not. I decided to just be straightforward. I put on a stern face.


"Okay. I know you're not human. So what exactly are you? A ghost or something? And how can I see you? Are you dead or alive? Do.." you remember me? That last question caught in my throat and I tried to swallow it back down, but I felt a lump of anxiety arise in its wake. He looked genuinely shocked that I called him out so easily, nodding before saying anything.


"You haven't even told me your name yet!" He pointed out with a cute whine. The corner of my lips pinned up in a small smile and I rolled my eyes.


"It's Gerard, Gerard Arthur Way." I held out my hand to shake and he took it graciously.


"I'm Frank Iero. Nice to meet you, Gerard." My name slowly ran off his tongue, as if it would defeat the purpose by saying it any faster. It gave me goosebumps and I mentally slapped myself. He probably hates me and I'm over here daydreaming about the things I would let him do to me in bed.


I heard him stiffen in his chair beside me and I looked up at him with innocent, wide eyes. He looked somewhat embarrassed and I couldn't help but wonder why.


"To answer one of your questions, yes I am dead. And sorry.. I really can't remember the other ones?" A light chuckle escaped his plump lips.


"Hmm.. Well, let's start with the easiest one. What exactly are you? I mean, if you're not human?" He took the question into consideration, rolling it around through his head before answering.


"That's not exactly what I'd call the easiest question.. Probably the hardest one to explain." I felt my face instantly fall and I tried not to look too disappointed, but it obviously didn't work.


"No no no, don't worry, I'm still gonna tell you. It's just a little complicated.", He paused and I nodded for him to continue, "You could say that I'm an angel, but it's a cliche word and not at all how to describe what I am. When you think of an angel, you think of a beautiful, graceful creature. I'm neither. You think of glowing bleached white clothes and a golden yellow halo atop my head. I have neither of those. You think of Gracious, magnificent wings placed perfectly on my back," he motioned to his barren back, "Last time I've checked, I don't have those either. I am an angel, yes, but not a true angel. Not a real angel. I'm banished, damned for something I don't even remember committing. My memory of everything was completely erased. I was sent down here to earth to wallow in my misery for eternity. No one was able to see me and I couldn't make contact with anyone. It was, infact, worse than the deepest pain I could ever think possible. I was so lonely, so desolate for years. That is, until I met you. Somehow, you can see me. And touch me. It's the weirdest thing and I haven't a clue why."


A small frown sketched his face and I felt sympathetic for him. Poor, poor poor Frank. I craved to ask so many more questions though, it hurt.


"Although not all angels are like this, I'm sure. I have no memory of heaven but before I was cast down, but do remember it was by the most beautiful angel in heaven. She was gorgeous and everyone swooned after her, including me."


He was in deep thought and I literally felt my heart sink. I don't know why. Maybe it was the way he talked about her, with such fondness. Maybe it was that deep longing in his eyes when he thought about her.


"I was such a fool though. Such a blundering fool. I was blinded by "love" or what I thought was love I didn't see what was right in front of me. By the way she shot me a horrible smirk when she cast me down, I was sure that she had something to do with my banishment. She may have been a fair beauty on the outside, but on the inside she was nothing but an ugly witch."


He closed his eyes and slowly shook his head. I felt a strong emotion of disappointment and rage hit me. But It wasn't coming from me, but from him. I was feeling his emotions. Could he feel mine?

"I - I can sometimes feel your emotions.. Can you feel mine?" I stuttered on my words like a complete idiot. I mentally slapped myself once again.



"Yes.. I've noticed I can feel your emotions, but that's only sometimes. Thoughts also..." A devious smile spread on his face and I gasped and looked to the ground. Does that mean he heard my perverted remarks about him? I felt my face burning with intense heat.

"But not all the time. Only sometimes. When you don't block me out, I think."


"When have I blocked you out? I've just now met you." In your angel form. I added inside my head silently. He turned his gaze to the wall and I felt his nervousness.


"Do you remember... yesterday?" His voice was small.


"Yesterday?" I pushed my chair back and stood up. "I don't remember a single thing from yesterday, but you apparently do. And you're going to tell me. What exactly happened yesterday?" I was hovering over him, my accusing gaze locked with his innocent one. His golden eyes flared a deep orange, then back to normal.


"It's nothing, trust me it's not important." He mumbled and I felt my irritation growing. I tried to connect my mind with his again, just to be blocked by some sort of barrier. I snapped my eyes open and drug a hand through my hair. I might be overreacting just a little, but God dammit I want to know what happened yesterday.


"Yes it is, and you better fucking tell me right now. What'd you do, erase my memory or some shit? That's my personal space and I'd rather not have you infecting it." I pointed an accusing finger near his face.


"It's better if you didn't know. Gerard, I'm doing this for your own sake. Please understand." He pleaded.


"I don't like my mind probed at. I still want to know even if you think it's better for me not to, it's my fucking memory and you don't get to decide what you keep from me." I hissed in his face. He stood up and faced me, or at least tried to. Frank was awkwardly short.

"I said no! Dammit, I'm not going to tell you! Take a fucking hint!" Venom poured from his eyes and he was boiling.


"If you won't tell me, then get the fuck out of my apartment. And don't come back, I mean it." The words left my lips and I almost took them back. Almost.


"Fine." He spat back to me, shoving his middle finger in my face. His feet moved for the door and I felt myself silently begging for him not to leave. He ripped open the door, but looked back once more.


"Out of all the people in the entire world, why'd I have to get paired up with the most obnoxious, ungrateful one?" Ouch. And the door slammed shut.


I stood there with my mouth agape. I didn't feel hurt or pain, I just feel nothing. Blank. Empty. I heard my heart hammering in my ears.


And then the first wave of emotion hit me. I fucked up, badly. And now, for that, I'm never going to see Frank ever again. I've been mourning ever since he died, and now that I've finally found him, I just let him slip through my fingers. I'm such a obnoxious fuck up, just like he said. I'm broken, and no one will ever be able to fix me.


I wept for what it seemed like hours. I would do intervals, one hour weeping and the other just laying on my small bed, staring at the ceiling. My life sucks. So fucking bad.


Truthfully, I should have just listened to Frank. Whatever he was trying to keep from me must've been really important, and and I probably didn't need to hear it. But me and my shitty attitude. My eyes fluttered closed and I wondered if I could connect my mind with his, even though he was probably halfway across the country by now. But it was no use, I felt nothing, not a trace of his mind anywhere. Oh Frank. Frank please, please forgive me. Please come back.


I showered and was brushing my teeth. I stood straight and examined myself in the mirror. I looked even more sleep deprived than usual, and that was saying something. I looked like absolute shit. Felt like it too. I sighed and dropped my toothbrush on the sink. I groaned when it kept rolling, finally landing on the floor. Reaching down to pick it up, I noticed there was a small blade on the floor. I passed up the toothbrush and my hand landed on the blade. I picked it up and held it close to my chest, smiling like an idiot. I really am fucked up, aren't I?


I felt the cool metal tip of the blade drag across my skin, again and again. It was refreshing. Tears dropped down onto my wrist and mixed with the blood. I kept going until I felt a slight dizziness in the back of my head and dropped the blade. I searched for my gauze and bandages, but fell down when I attempted to get up. I suddenly felt really light headed. My vision was slowly fading away and soon I was stripped of consciousness.


My eyes weary fluttered open and I blinked rapidly, trying to regain my vision. I snapped my head up but it felt a lot heavier than I expected so I quickly dropped it down again. I shut my eyes as if it was too much of of a task to keep them open.


"Oh, Gerard.." I heard a voice softly coo. Frank. I opened my eyes again to Frank's only a couple of inches away from mine.


"Frank..," My pleading voice cracked, "Please come here."


I felt the bed weigh down on one side and my nostrils were filled with Franks sweet smell. Wait I was in a bed.. with clothes on. Oh God that means Frank dressed me. My right hand reached to touch my left wrist, and I discovered there was padding on it. I needed to thank him.


"Frank... Thank you. And I'm so sorry for acting so shitty.." I turned my head to face Frank, our faces only centimeters apart. But neither of us drew away. His soft breathing hit my cheek.


"No, Gerard I overreacted. I never should have left you." I felt his arm go under the covers and reach for my wrist, which was on the other side. His cold arm snaked across my stomach and held my bandaged wrist. My breathing increased and I looked into his eyes. It felt really good when Frank touched me, not trying to be perverted. It felt better than it normally should.


"But please, never do that again. You gave me a scare."


"Why'd you come back Frank?" My voice cracked once again. He looked down at my bandaged wrist and back up to me again.


"Because Gerard, I think I'm your Guardian Angel."

Notes

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