The Light Behind Your Eyes
Sleeping Demons
I felt a hand on my shoulder. A cold hand that made me shiver with discomfort. Not like the warm one that brushed my body every now and then, but ice cold.
"Frankie..." A voice whispered. The voice didn't match the hand. I knew that voice. It was him. "Frankie.." The cold voice brushed against my ear.
I sat up in my bed, drowsy and afraid. I searched for something, something that would make me less shaken. My stomach turned as I saw nothing. My fear grew and so did my grip on the sheets.
"Frankie..." He whispered again. His voice repeated again and again in my head. Overlapping voices pondered loudly in my head. I shook my head, swearing loudly, pleading it for it to stop.
"Worthless.. Hopeless... Helpless...." The words played in my head again. I laid back down, closing my eyes tight, beads of sweat forming at the pore, trying to shut them out.
I put my hands over my ears, still pleading. "Stop! Please, just please stop!" I begged but they kept playing and repeating. My eyes began to burn. "Please..." I said weakly. Cold air swept across me as I cried.
I felt a pair of eyes staring at me in the shadows of the room I was in. The only light that gleamed through, was the midnight moonlight. It gave the room some light, but not a lot. I sat up again to see who or what was there.
"W-who a-are you?" I finally asked. "W-what do you w-want?" I was answered by silence. My heart sank when I finally saw the shadow move. The shadow wasn't the form I expected. The voices of Gerard came back. Repeating faster than it had before.
I shut my eyes and began to scream, hoping it would stop. "STOP IT PLEASE!!" I screamed. "FUCKING STOP, NOW!" I yelled.
"Silence...." I froze as the shadow spoke. My breathing was slowly cut off with every heave I took from sobbing. Something was chocking me. A force pressed on my neck every time I needed a breath. The shadow crept towards me and I felt faint.
"Who... Are... You....?" I asked with the little breathing I had left as the grip became tighter and tighter.
The shadow crept closer. As it crawled, all the lights flickered, only showing bits and pieces of it's face, but not enough to recognize it. I saw the body as it came closer with every flicker, making me jump with anxiety, fear, and the taste of death. The lights stopped as I felt its cold breath escape from its lips. My skin formed goosebumps on my neck as the chilling air drew closer. It sighed as it came to my ear. "Your Worst Nightmare...."
It laughed insanely as it pulled away. Crimson hair brushed against my face and a death-defying smile appeared on its face. My worst fears became true. It was Gerard.
I woke up gasping for air and wiping tears and sweat from my face. I screamed for Gerard and then slowly realized he wasn't here and the one I feared the most. How could he do this to me? Why?
Helena rushed in as I cried and screamed. She pulled me into her freezing chest, shushing me and rubbing my back. "It's okay Frank. It was just a dream." It was the first time that I'd been at Better Livings, that she had tried to be comforting. It was both surprising and discomforting.
"She's a demon, Frank. She's the one who made you think I didn't care about you..." His voice echoed through my head. I couldn't understand what it all meant. Was it him or was it her? Is she fucking with my mind or has it been him the whole time? Why would he lie to me? Was he even telling the truth at all? Is he even human?
My mind felt exhausted and I was tired. I was scared of falling a sleep again *HELENA DEVIOUS SMILE*, so Helena gave me a pill that made it so I wouldn't dream. I fell asleep as soon my head hit my pillow. Not feeling a thing.
"Frankie..." A voice whispered. The voice didn't match the hand. I knew that voice. It was him. "Frankie.." The cold voice brushed against my ear.
I sat up in my bed, drowsy and afraid. I searched for something, something that would make me less shaken. My stomach turned as I saw nothing. My fear grew and so did my grip on the sheets.
"Frankie..." He whispered again. His voice repeated again and again in my head. Overlapping voices pondered loudly in my head. I shook my head, swearing loudly, pleading it for it to stop.
"Worthless.. Hopeless... Helpless...." The words played in my head again. I laid back down, closing my eyes tight, beads of sweat forming at the pore, trying to shut them out.
I put my hands over my ears, still pleading. "Stop! Please, just please stop!" I begged but they kept playing and repeating. My eyes began to burn. "Please..." I said weakly. Cold air swept across me as I cried.
I felt a pair of eyes staring at me in the shadows of the room I was in. The only light that gleamed through, was the midnight moonlight. It gave the room some light, but not a lot. I sat up again to see who or what was there.
"W-who a-are you?" I finally asked. "W-what do you w-want?" I was answered by silence. My heart sank when I finally saw the shadow move. The shadow wasn't the form I expected. The voices of Gerard came back. Repeating faster than it had before.
I shut my eyes and began to scream, hoping it would stop. "STOP IT PLEASE!!" I screamed. "FUCKING STOP, NOW!" I yelled.
"Silence...." I froze as the shadow spoke. My breathing was slowly cut off with every heave I took from sobbing. Something was chocking me. A force pressed on my neck every time I needed a breath. The shadow crept towards me and I felt faint.
"Who... Are... You....?" I asked with the little breathing I had left as the grip became tighter and tighter.
The shadow crept closer. As it crawled, all the lights flickered, only showing bits and pieces of it's face, but not enough to recognize it. I saw the body as it came closer with every flicker, making me jump with anxiety, fear, and the taste of death. The lights stopped as I felt its cold breath escape from its lips. My skin formed goosebumps on my neck as the chilling air drew closer. It sighed as it came to my ear. "Your Worst Nightmare...."
It laughed insanely as it pulled away. Crimson hair brushed against my face and a death-defying smile appeared on its face. My worst fears became true. It was Gerard.
I woke up gasping for air and wiping tears and sweat from my face. I screamed for Gerard and then slowly realized he wasn't here and the one I feared the most. How could he do this to me? Why?
Helena rushed in as I cried and screamed. She pulled me into her freezing chest, shushing me and rubbing my back. "It's okay Frank. It was just a dream." It was the first time that I'd been at Better Livings, that she had tried to be comforting. It was both surprising and discomforting.
"She's a demon, Frank. She's the one who made you think I didn't care about you..." His voice echoed through my head. I couldn't understand what it all meant. Was it him or was it her? Is she fucking with my mind or has it been him the whole time? Why would he lie to me? Was he even telling the truth at all? Is he even human?
My mind felt exhausted and I was tired. I was scared of falling a sleep again *HELENA DEVIOUS SMILE*, so Helena gave me a pill that made it so I wouldn't dream. I fell asleep as soon my head hit my pillow. Not feeling a thing.
Notes
Haha....
devious smile...
I had to put that in there and I have no regret of doing so..
So don't try to make me change my mind.
If ya don't like it,
Get THE FUCK over it..
Okay I have to ask you guys a serious question.
Like legit..
Like it could potentially change everything...
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Does anyone feel more theatrical when Blood comes on?
Bc seriously, I do a stance when he sings "such an awful fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." And I make sure I yell it too.
It's like BP Gerard is channeling me.
My inner Gerard..
'Hey, your Gerard is showing.."
Stay Ugly(:
@FerardFangirl4life!
THANK YOU
6/27/14