I Have Seen Your Dreams

Gerard's POV

As I near the door, I can't help but think about what could happen. In the horror movies, there's usually that guy that trips or walks right into some sort of terrifying trap. He also happens to be the person that dies first.

I calm myself down. It's not like I have much to live for anyways.

The door is a dark mahogany, silky smooth, with a neat little door knob. The knob is golden, consisting of small carvings and images that are barely observable. I tilt the knob, and search within the darkness of the closet. Narrowing my eyes, I notice something.

The closet was completely empty.

I chuckle. I can't believe an idiot like me thought there'd be something to be afraid of. And still, I see nothing to fear, and I have a new place to hang out. I guess sometimes good things happen to fuck ups like me. Sometimes. Occasionally. Rarely.

Leaning against the wall, I blast some Miss You (Rolling Stones) and hum along a bit. Disregarding the dust blanketing the air, this place is better than the restrooms. It happens to be dry, smells okay, and no one, and I mean no one gets close to this room.

Hours pass by, and I can hear loud footsteps from the halls. Not the hall that the closet is located, but the others where lockers are found. I pull off my ear buds, happily walking into the "teenage"(by that, I mean horrifying, petrifying, repulsive, scary, horrendous, cruel, frightful beasts...a lot of words, I know) crowd.

That is, until I spot an image on the wall. I narrow my eyes and see words written underneath. I ignore the words, and look straight at the image.

Oh god.

Oh god.

Oh god.

Holy fuck. Is that me?

Notes

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