SOMEONE Save Us

About 5 hours after I came home, I was asleep in my bedroom. I woke up to a key in the lock on the front door. Quickly I jumped up and scurried to get some clothes on (I slept naked because I wanted to) and practically jumped from the fourth highest step to the door. I opened it simultaneously with the person on the other side. It was mom.

"Jesus Frankie, don't scare me like that" she stepped back.

"Oh sorry, anyway we need to go right now, now, now!!!" I begged.

"Why, why what happened? Where's Gerard? Where's Mikey? I'm so lost who did what to who and where and when and--"

"MOM you're rambling! I'll explain, just breathe and let's go." I cut into her sentence and tried to calm her.

"I'm going but I don't hear you explaining!" She pressured.

"Okay, okay, long story short...this morning Mikey was admitted to the hospital cus he fainted and something else and then while he was there he started drooling blood and stuff so he's in critical condition so they had to tell Gerard and I so yeah, Gee is there now and he has been all day, he hasn't answered any of my texts or calls and I'm super worried about him he's gone to extensive lengths to make sure Mikey is safe at all times and he just doesn't deserve this and I just can't seem to understand but yeah and like he's just so hard working and he's so sweet and funny and the best person to talk to and..." I stopped rambling because my mom was looking at me with a weird look. It was strange the look was almost like she caught something but at the same time like I had killed someone right in front of her.

"Oh my goodness! Poor Mikey, he must be in so much pain. You know your grandpa William? He had lung cancer and he used to drool spit and swallow blood 'round the time he was hospitalized and he used to be in pain with every breath but that's because his lungs. Anyway, he used to tell me that the more he coughed and swallowed the more painful he became." My face was frozen with fear. "NO! NO! I am definitely not saying that Mikey has cancer, it just reminded me of it...bad story to tell?" she added.

"Uh, little bit." I nodded.

"Sorry! I'll just stop trying to...never mind."

We drove for about 15 minutes (traffic) before we made it to the hospital. I rushed into the ER wing and mom was right up next to me. The door couldn't open fast enough, automatic is not automatically fast enough!

"Hey, hello uh there was a patient that came in aged 15 his name is Mike-- Michael Way could you tell me where his room or where he is? I'm his step brother by the way, basically brother."

"Michael Way was brought up to the 3rd floor room 387. So take that elevator over there up to 3 and then turn left go through the doors and it should be along the second right wall so past the first right turn, along that wall! Oh and I need your names." He replied from behind the station desk.

"Uh right sorry, Frank Iero and this is my mom Linda!"

He cleared us and we headed to the elevators. It seemed like a whole 5 minutes before the elevator finally showed up. Once we got off, I went straight through the door to the left (almost as if it wasn't there) and almost immediately headed off to the second right hallway of rooms. But first I had to grab mom because she went down the first right hallway. You would think that a police officer in a city like this would have impeccable hearing and memory, especially of hospital instructions. What if Mikey was a ring leader and he was practically caught and then she just wasted 4 minutes looking around? Oh god! Anyway, once I refocused her, we headed down the long hallway.

376...381...386..387!! Finally we came to Mikey's room. We walked in and Gerard was drinking what seemed like 8th cup of coffee and sketching in his notebook. He looked up and basically struggled to get up fast enough. It was almost like the chair had started eating his butt in that moment and he was trying to escape. He ran up and squeezed out every last drop of religion I had in me. He was strong as fvck. Great another thing he's better at. God, I swear the list can stretch from San Francisco to Toronto by now. Anyway, I eventually gained strength to requite his hug and we stood there for a good 30 seconds before he moved over to my mom. it was actually hilarious because I got a nice big engulfing hug and she got that kind that your aunt gives your mom at Christmas. You know the ground pointed elbows and pat on the back followed by the "oh so good to see you" and then the teeter from right to left. Yeah, she got one of those from him. While Gee..rard was explaining to my mom what the doctors had told him, I saw that his sketchbook was on his chair, but it was closed.

"Hey, Gerard?"

"Yeah Frank!"

"Hey, can I uh, look at your drawings?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess." He hesitated **(authors thoughts: hesitant ger-alien hehe)**

"Coolio!" I responded eager to find out what lies beyond school assignments.

I mean I've seen him draw and his different art pieces and stories, but only around the hallways and in classrooms, to show good example. When I first started flipping through his work I saw a lot of city views, second world dimensions, doomsday backdrops, and mirrors with worded rims and edging...but, then once I started getting closer to the final pieces I noticed he'd started drawing people. There was an amazing frame of Mikey on his bed looking down while wearing his classic beanie and glasses (which he never wears in the hallways or at assemblies), a portrait of the different set ups and groups in different subject classrooms, and strangest of all, but by far the most accurate thing he'd drawn, there was an incomplete yet impeccable picture...of ME!

Notes

Just so you know this is only part 1 of the FANTASIZELY thing(s)
that are about to happen
But only because it is late, I have school tomorrow and..
I like to sleep.
I promise that part 2 and/or 3 will be up before too long
I say 5 days tops! It's really just whenever I have time and energy!
Thanks For Reading!!!
BTW: Comment and tell me what you think is going on with Frankie!
Is he in love? With Gerard? Is he hiding something? Is he planning something?
and what did you think of his speech to his mom? What a sweetheart boy!
-AToxicKilljoy