The Ghost of You.

I awoke to the steady beeping of the heart monitor sat beside me. I opened my eyes, wincing at the brightness of the room. White. Everything was white; the bed sheets, the walls, the chairs, the curtains- even the hospital clothes I was in. Glancing to the side, I took note of the flowers on the bedside table. I smiled. Lily's were my favourite flower.

Then I froze - I'd only told one person what my favourite flower was, and he was dead. My heart rate started to speed up, being picked up on the monitor that was rapidly becoming a quicker pace. I felt the tears starting to brim in my eyes and I closed them, my chest rising and falling as of every deep breath I took.

Eventually, my breathing returned to a natural pace, but I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to face the real world. I didn't want to accept that he was dead.He's gone. I'd never see him again.

"Mr. Iero?" A female nurse appeared in the doorway of my hospital room, holding a clipboard in one hand, and a pair of glasses in the other. She placed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, just like Mikey does. But I pushed Mikey out of my head. I couldn't think of Mikey, because then I thought of Gerard.And I couldn't bear to think about him.

I nodded slightly, and she walked over to the side of the bed. "It's good to see you're awake." She smiled at me, and I returned it half-heartedly. "Now, I'm sorry this is so rushed, but we have a couple of detectives waiting outside to speak to you about the death of -"

"Send them in," I interrupted her before she could say his name. I couldn't run from it forever, but a while seemed better than facing it now. She froze, then nodded, her smile returning as she turned towards the door and exited the room.

After what I counted as five minutes 23 seconds, two rather scary looking men appeared in front of me. They both had black, very formal-looking suits on, and one carried a brief case. The other had a folder in his hand that looked quite heavy.

"Are you feeling well, Mr. Iero?" the tallest one out of the two asked me. I realized they both had sunglasses on, preventing me from seeing their whole faces. I nodded, squinting to read the badges on their suits.

"Would you rather be questioned here, or in private?" The smaller one piped up, glancing towards the doorway where a crowd was gathering for some unknown reason. I snapped my head up from the badges and looked between the two.

"Private would be good," I told them, and they nodded in unison.

They both left the room, closing the white door behind them and leaving me alone with my thoughts.But I didn't have time to think. I pulled the sheets from over me, awkwardly throwing my legs over the side of the bed and steadying myself before slowly standing. My ass felt cold.

"For fucks sake," I sighed when I reached behind me, realizing I had a hospital gown on. I'm a dude, why did I have to wear one? Before I pulled it off, I hesitated, looking towards the windows. I decided it'd be best to close the curtains.

When I was dressed, I sat on the edge of the hospital bed and tied the laces of my converse. There was a faint knock on the door, and I stood unsteadily to open it.

"Are you ready to go, Mr. Iero?" The taller one asked me.

I nodded again. "Call me Frank."

They both nodded.

"Uh, what should I call you?" I wasn't sure which one of them I was asking, so I just glanced at them both before settling at the smaller one as he was almost as small as me.

"I'm Detective Brown," the taller one told me. "This is Detective Sett. Now come on, they're expecting us at the station." Brown and Sett each got hold of one of my arms and lead me towards the door.

-

When we arrived, Brown and Sett left me at the desk, where a large coloured man took me to a room a few corridor's down. "Please, have a seat, Mr. Iero," he told me. I obeyed and pulled out the chair opposite him.

Looking around, we were in a large, dark room; the only light source being the lamp that was aimed at me. We were sat at a small table, either side, facing each other. He leaned over the table and it creaked as he spoke.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded, swallowing sharply. He pulled out a small recording device and placed it between us in the middle of the table before pressing the record button. A quiet clicking noise notified him that it was working, and he looked up at me.

"Frank Anthony Iero, I want you to tell me everything you can about the incidents at Chartrude Manor, starting from when you moved in there with your band members, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Bob Bryar and Gerard Way, on the eve of October 22nd, three months ago today. Try not to leave anything that could possibly be evidence out, and be as detailed as you can."

I inhaled a deep breath, and kept my focus on the device in front of me.

"Can you do that?" he asked me, his voice blunt with lack of interest.

I hesitated, recalling the last night I saw Gerard, and then I spoke. "Yes," I breathed.

Notes

Asdfghjkl; you actually have no idea how excited I am about this.

That is all.