If You Dare
Chapter Five
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” – C. G. Jung
Gerard slipped out of my grip and looked at me with total disbelief, “save me, you-you’re going to save me?” he spoke with complete defeat lacing his words.
“Frank, you can’t save me, I don’t know why you think you can or how you plan on doing it, but I am stuck here, with Him. I have nowhere to go, I have nothing!,” Gerard threw his hands up before turning away from me, “It’s best that you leave, I don’t want you to think I’m someone I’m not Frank. You should be spending your time on people who can appreciate your help.”
I stepped forward and placed my hand on Gerard’s shoulder. His body tensed a little and he refused to look at me.
“Gerard I don’t care if you don’t appreciate my help, I’m getting you out of here, I’m going to save you. You may not care about me, but I care about you and that’s the only motivation I need to make this work.”
Gerard turned on the spot to face me, my hand fell from his shoulder but he quickly encased it with both his. His palms were rough and calloused but soothing as he clung a little tighter around my hand. “I have nothing Frank. Nowhere to go, no records of who I am, nothing, all I have is my memories and that’s hardly enough for me to be able to be a part of society again. I’m dead to the world, and I think it’s better that way. My brot-“ Gerard stopped abruptly and let go of my hand. He cast his face downward once again avoiding my lingering gaze.
I place my fingers under his chin and lifted his head so he no option but to look at me, “Your what Gerard?”
“My brother,” he slipped his fingers under his shirt only to pull out a small silver chain with a ring dangling off it.
I let my hands lightly take hold of the ring and roll it around in my palm, inspecting the light glimmering of the silver. I ran my thumb over the engraved letters that had slightly tarnished, M.W.
“What does M.W stand for?” I whispered still intently inspecting the ring.
Gerard was silent for a moment and I caught a small tear fall from his cheek, “Michael, Michael Way. He was my little brother. I never saw him again after I was taken. I - I don’t even know if he’s alive.”
The two of us stood in silence. Gerard was still crying silently as I grazed my fingers over the ring that was sat in the palm of my hand. It was intricate, beautiful and had me utterly bewitched. The ring seemed to have its own presence; silently compelling me to devote every speck of my attention to it, using its enrapturing simplicity as a weapon against my malleable mind.
My thoughts began to jumble and my own mind became an enigma. Black spots started appearing at I tried to think and thoughts would quickly dash out of reach once I was moments away from grasping them. My head became substantially heavy and only then did I notice how much my neck ached from holding it upright. My temples began to throb. Sound became sporadic. Silence would momentarily be broken by a shrill scream from the crickets nestled in the grass at my feet. My vision was distorted; trees were deformed, bending at unnatural angles as they reached out with bony limbs toward me.
The ground suddenly rushed toward me and a sharp burst of pain rippled along the side of my body as it contacted with the debris littering floor. Stones and sticks dug and cut at my skin, tearing the flesh and allowing small beads of blood to trickle from the open wounds. The sensation ran chills along my body as the warmth glided against the iciness of my skin. The caw of a raven echoed around my body as I hugged my limbs closer. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. My breathing had halted. I forgot how to breathe. The reflection of moonlight in a glistening pool of hazel was the last thing I saw before the darkness took hold and I was lost into the abyss of my own dazed mind.
-X-
“Frank! Frank! Frank, please wake up!” the warmth of breath tickled across my cheeks as the voice pleaded.
My senses slowly began to come back as I felt the uneven ground underneath my body and tightness around my hand. A small squeeze on my hand was accompanied by the voice begging once more, “Frank, Frank please, please, please be okay…”
My brain was still hazy but I had gained back the ability for messages from my brain to be sent to my limbs without any trouble. I kept my eyes shut as my fingers twitched, reciprocating the light appliance of pressure to the hand that was interlaced with mine.
“Frank! Oh my god! Frank open your eyes, it’s me Gerard!” a palm was lightly rested against my cheek, it was clammy and cold against my skin.
I forced my eyelids to slowly open. At first everything was blurred and colours mixed with one another forming a distorted image of the forest and figure hovering above me. A warm orange tone swept over all the morphed images and colours. I blinked my eyes a few times allowing the colours to return to their normal places and the blurriness to subside.
The looming trees above were quickly replaced with Gerard’s red, puffy and tear stained face. He leaned over my body and placed his face extremely close to my own. He sniffled, ignoring the few tears that dripped onto my face, “Jesus Frank, you scared the shit out of me.”
I moved my arms along the ground forgetting that one of Gerard’s hands was still laced with mine and tried to push my body up. A low groan erupted from the back of my throat as Gerard moved from in front of my face and assisted me in sitting up. He sat beside me and stared intently – still not releasing my hand.
“Frank, are you alright?” his voiced was a little shaky as he asked.
“Ugh – I, ouch - ah, I think-think so, nothing feels broken, just – ouch – sore,” I spoke whilst pulling twigs from my hair and peeling leaf litter away from my skin. “What, what happened? One minute I was looking at your ring the next everything was like a hallucination. Colours were moving around and nothing was in the right place.”
Gerard blatantly ignored my question and my gaze as he took hold of my other hand, “here let me help you up. You think you can stand?”
“I – uh – maybe?” I gripped tightly onto Gerard’s hands as he pulled me up from the ground. I was fine for a split second and then my legs began to shake. My knees gave out underneath me and I began to topple down.
Gerard’s hands wrapped around my waist stopping my body from hitting the rocky ground. He helped me gain my balance once again but never let go of his hold on my body. My knees began to wobble again.
“Frank you can’t walk home like this. Shit. Shit. Shit. What am I going to do? I can’t leave you here but I can’t take you home either, it’s too close to morning, the suns already coming up. I won’t back in time. Oh god, he’ll kill me if I’m late.” Gerard began to get frantic and jittery.
“Morning?” I mumbled questioning mainly myself.
I looked around and realised what the orange tone was from before. It wrapped around everything, the trees, the sky, and our bodies; leaving everything glowing and seemingly pulsating with warmth. Stray beams of the increasing sunlight penetrated through the trees and igniting various parts of the forest with light, with one landing directly over us, unfortunately the warmth it possessed was illusionary. I once again became hyper aware to the cold and started to shiver.
Gerard was still incoherently muttering to himself. And I was still far to confused about the whole situation to actually do anything about it.
“Fuck,” I let out a breathy sigh.
Gerard clasped his hands on the front of my shirt, “YES! Fuck indeed, I am so fucked! Dammit Frank!”
I almost fell backward with force Gerard took hold of me with before placing my hands up in the air to try and soothe him, “Whoa, just calm down. You’re okay Gerard, no one is going to hurt you. You need to come with me; you need to help me get home. You said yourself you can’t leave me here and I can’t walk properly.”
Pure terror was almost branded onto Gerard’s face, “but-but when I come back he-he’ll-”
I placed my index finger to his lips to shut him up, “it’s alright, you won’t be coming back.”
Gerard jumped backward and almost let go of e entirely, “What!? Are you crazy! I have to come back!”
“No, you see that’s just it! You don’t have to come back, you can stay at my house. You can live with my parents and me if you want. It will be like starting completely anew! You can forget about this asshole, and stop being his personal slave. You can actually live, be autonomous, be you!” I smiled at him. His yes darted around a little before he shifted and turned to look back in the direction of the house.
“You, you’ll take care of me right? You won’t let him take me back? I’ll be safe?” his voice trembled as his eyes desperately pleaded with mine.
“You’ll be safe,” I whispered pulling his body back next to mine, “I promise.” I slipped my arms around his body and embraced him in a hug.
We stayed clinging onto one another until the sun began to illuminate more of the forest and the orange tinge had nearly completely dissipated, indicating that the early morning was starting to become a thing of the past. We had to leave.
“Come on Gee, we need to go now,” I spoke, gently prying his body off mine.
Gerard didn’t glance back at the house once as held my hobbling body upright. We continued through the forest, following the small path etched through the leaves. The streets were bare as Gerard and I stumbled through the silence and worked our way back to my house. My attention was divided between trying to not fall over, Gerard’s sporadic tremors and what exactly I was going to tell my parents.
They were going to kill me, then want to help Gerard, then kill me again. I had no contingency plan. I had no idea what I would do if they didn’t agree to let Gerard stay. I could get away with him staying for a week, two at the most, but after that they’d start asking questions. Questions I didn’t have answers for, or at least, answers they either didn’t want to hear to didn’t want to believe. I decided, against my better judgment, that I’d keep Gerard hidden for as long as possible. Truth be told, I knew it wasn’t completely stupid but the longer he is hidden the longer I have to come up with a myriad of excuses to get my parents to let him live with us.
I directed Gerard down along my street until my house stood before us. It was still early and usually my parents would still be asleep at this time. Gerard helped me up the couple stairs on the porch was wrapped his hand around the brass door handle. Seconds away from pulling the door open a light feminine humming travelled through the open window at the front of the house.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“What? Is that your mum?” Gerard asked shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“Yeah, she must have gotten up early this morning. I don’t know why though.”
“Well what’s the problem, come on let’s go in.”
“No! We uh-I can’t let her see me, she doesn’t so I snuck out last night, we’re going to have to climb in through my window, I think I left the rope hanging out of it from the other night.” I moved my body and Gerard was swift to clasp onto my sides.
We quietly and slowly moved around to the side of the house, I saw Gerard continuously open and close his mouth like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t seem to.
Luckily my laziness came in handy as the makeshift escape rope still hung out my opened window. I tugged on it a few times to make sure it was still secured before using all the power in my arms to pull myself up the side of the house. Gerard was quick to follow behind me, he wasn’t co-ordinated and nearly fell a couple times, grabbing onto my leg every time he slipped and digging his nails into my skin.
I pulled myself through the window just in time for both my arms and legs to completely give up on me. Gerard’s body must have been in the same state. The second I was completely through the window I was pushed to the ground by a tumbling weight. I landed on my back hitting the ground with a loud thump. Gerard’s body came flying down and landed on top of my own crashing our foreheads together.
We both let out pained moans and Gerard, realising that he was basically straddling me to the ground placed his arms either die of my head and pushed himself up a little. A slight shade of rosy pink coloured his cheeks as he stared at me lying underneath him.
“S-sorry Frank,” he stuttered trying to hide behind his hair.
I let out a small giggle, “don’t worry about it, you’re getting a little flustered there Gee, you alright? I moved the hair from his face and smirked.
Gerard moved his eyes up to make contact with mine, the pink in his cheeks was prominent and began to spread to other areas of his pale skin. He kept silent, holding my body down under hi and staring at me, occasionally his eyes would slip down a little only to be brought straight back up.
“Frank! Frank get up, you’ve got to get ready for school!” My mothers’ voice broke us out of entranced state.
“Shit, shit, shit! Quick get up, uh-,” I shot up and pushed Gerard off me. My eyes scanned the room looking for somewhere I could hide him. The wardrobe. Cliché and hardly a good place to hide a person but it was all I had. “Gerard, get into the wardrobe, now!” I whispered and hustled his body toward the oak contraption.
“Wha-what? Frank, stop pushing me, Frank!” I placed my hand over his mouth before shoving his body into the wardrobe.
“Stay quiet,” I hissed through the closed door.
“Frank?” My mother called through the door for me again.
I quickly ran to my desk and fumbled around for my red eye shadow. I found it under a pair of used underwear and quickly set to dabbing it randomly over my face. I didn’t have time to inspect my work when my mother began to pound on the door.
“Frank Anthony Iero! Open this door now!”
I quickly slumped my body over trying to feign looking as sickly as possible. School was just simply not an option today. I flicked the lock on the door and my mother swung it open so quickly it barely missed hitting me.
“Frank! How many times do I need to ask you to – Frank? Frank! Oh honey, are you alright!?” She quickly rushed to me as I pretended become faint. “Here, here, don’t move, you’re going back to bed. Come on.” Despite her small frame my mother had a hell of a lot of strength and she nearly lifted my entire body off the ground to move me into the bed.
I let my eyes flutter closed as she swept the hair from my face and felt for my temperature, “oh dear, sweetie look at how flushed you are, you’re a bit hot too. I’ll call the school and let them know you won’t be going in today. You stay right there honey, get some sleep and rest up.”
I let out a small groan that was supposed to resemble an “okay”. My mother quickly scurried out the door leaving me alone in my bed and Gerard still silently hidden away in the wardrobe.
Gerard slipped out of my grip and looked at me with total disbelief, “save me, you-you’re going to save me?” he spoke with complete defeat lacing his words.
“Frank, you can’t save me, I don’t know why you think you can or how you plan on doing it, but I am stuck here, with Him. I have nowhere to go, I have nothing!,” Gerard threw his hands up before turning away from me, “It’s best that you leave, I don’t want you to think I’m someone I’m not Frank. You should be spending your time on people who can appreciate your help.”
I stepped forward and placed my hand on Gerard’s shoulder. His body tensed a little and he refused to look at me.
“Gerard I don’t care if you don’t appreciate my help, I’m getting you out of here, I’m going to save you. You may not care about me, but I care about you and that’s the only motivation I need to make this work.”
Gerard turned on the spot to face me, my hand fell from his shoulder but he quickly encased it with both his. His palms were rough and calloused but soothing as he clung a little tighter around my hand. “I have nothing Frank. Nowhere to go, no records of who I am, nothing, all I have is my memories and that’s hardly enough for me to be able to be a part of society again. I’m dead to the world, and I think it’s better that way. My brot-“ Gerard stopped abruptly and let go of my hand. He cast his face downward once again avoiding my lingering gaze.
I place my fingers under his chin and lifted his head so he no option but to look at me, “Your what Gerard?”
“My brother,” he slipped his fingers under his shirt only to pull out a small silver chain with a ring dangling off it.
I let my hands lightly take hold of the ring and roll it around in my palm, inspecting the light glimmering of the silver. I ran my thumb over the engraved letters that had slightly tarnished, M.W.
“What does M.W stand for?” I whispered still intently inspecting the ring.
Gerard was silent for a moment and I caught a small tear fall from his cheek, “Michael, Michael Way. He was my little brother. I never saw him again after I was taken. I - I don’t even know if he’s alive.”
The two of us stood in silence. Gerard was still crying silently as I grazed my fingers over the ring that was sat in the palm of my hand. It was intricate, beautiful and had me utterly bewitched. The ring seemed to have its own presence; silently compelling me to devote every speck of my attention to it, using its enrapturing simplicity as a weapon against my malleable mind.
My thoughts began to jumble and my own mind became an enigma. Black spots started appearing at I tried to think and thoughts would quickly dash out of reach once I was moments away from grasping them. My head became substantially heavy and only then did I notice how much my neck ached from holding it upright. My temples began to throb. Sound became sporadic. Silence would momentarily be broken by a shrill scream from the crickets nestled in the grass at my feet. My vision was distorted; trees were deformed, bending at unnatural angles as they reached out with bony limbs toward me.
The ground suddenly rushed toward me and a sharp burst of pain rippled along the side of my body as it contacted with the debris littering floor. Stones and sticks dug and cut at my skin, tearing the flesh and allowing small beads of blood to trickle from the open wounds. The sensation ran chills along my body as the warmth glided against the iciness of my skin. The caw of a raven echoed around my body as I hugged my limbs closer. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. My breathing had halted. I forgot how to breathe. The reflection of moonlight in a glistening pool of hazel was the last thing I saw before the darkness took hold and I was lost into the abyss of my own dazed mind.
-X-
“Frank! Frank! Frank, please wake up!” the warmth of breath tickled across my cheeks as the voice pleaded.
My senses slowly began to come back as I felt the uneven ground underneath my body and tightness around my hand. A small squeeze on my hand was accompanied by the voice begging once more, “Frank, Frank please, please, please be okay…”
My brain was still hazy but I had gained back the ability for messages from my brain to be sent to my limbs without any trouble. I kept my eyes shut as my fingers twitched, reciprocating the light appliance of pressure to the hand that was interlaced with mine.
“Frank! Oh my god! Frank open your eyes, it’s me Gerard!” a palm was lightly rested against my cheek, it was clammy and cold against my skin.
I forced my eyelids to slowly open. At first everything was blurred and colours mixed with one another forming a distorted image of the forest and figure hovering above me. A warm orange tone swept over all the morphed images and colours. I blinked my eyes a few times allowing the colours to return to their normal places and the blurriness to subside.
The looming trees above were quickly replaced with Gerard’s red, puffy and tear stained face. He leaned over my body and placed his face extremely close to my own. He sniffled, ignoring the few tears that dripped onto my face, “Jesus Frank, you scared the shit out of me.”
I moved my arms along the ground forgetting that one of Gerard’s hands was still laced with mine and tried to push my body up. A low groan erupted from the back of my throat as Gerard moved from in front of my face and assisted me in sitting up. He sat beside me and stared intently – still not releasing my hand.
“Frank, are you alright?” his voiced was a little shaky as he asked.
“Ugh – I, ouch - ah, I think-think so, nothing feels broken, just – ouch – sore,” I spoke whilst pulling twigs from my hair and peeling leaf litter away from my skin. “What, what happened? One minute I was looking at your ring the next everything was like a hallucination. Colours were moving around and nothing was in the right place.”
Gerard blatantly ignored my question and my gaze as he took hold of my other hand, “here let me help you up. You think you can stand?”
“I – uh – maybe?” I gripped tightly onto Gerard’s hands as he pulled me up from the ground. I was fine for a split second and then my legs began to shake. My knees gave out underneath me and I began to topple down.
Gerard’s hands wrapped around my waist stopping my body from hitting the rocky ground. He helped me gain my balance once again but never let go of his hold on my body. My knees began to wobble again.
“Frank you can’t walk home like this. Shit. Shit. Shit. What am I going to do? I can’t leave you here but I can’t take you home either, it’s too close to morning, the suns already coming up. I won’t back in time. Oh god, he’ll kill me if I’m late.” Gerard began to get frantic and jittery.
“Morning?” I mumbled questioning mainly myself.
I looked around and realised what the orange tone was from before. It wrapped around everything, the trees, the sky, and our bodies; leaving everything glowing and seemingly pulsating with warmth. Stray beams of the increasing sunlight penetrated through the trees and igniting various parts of the forest with light, with one landing directly over us, unfortunately the warmth it possessed was illusionary. I once again became hyper aware to the cold and started to shiver.
Gerard was still incoherently muttering to himself. And I was still far to confused about the whole situation to actually do anything about it.
“Fuck,” I let out a breathy sigh.
Gerard clasped his hands on the front of my shirt, “YES! Fuck indeed, I am so fucked! Dammit Frank!”
I almost fell backward with force Gerard took hold of me with before placing my hands up in the air to try and soothe him, “Whoa, just calm down. You’re okay Gerard, no one is going to hurt you. You need to come with me; you need to help me get home. You said yourself you can’t leave me here and I can’t walk properly.”
Pure terror was almost branded onto Gerard’s face, “but-but when I come back he-he’ll-”
I placed my index finger to his lips to shut him up, “it’s alright, you won’t be coming back.”
Gerard jumped backward and almost let go of e entirely, “What!? Are you crazy! I have to come back!”
“No, you see that’s just it! You don’t have to come back, you can stay at my house. You can live with my parents and me if you want. It will be like starting completely anew! You can forget about this asshole, and stop being his personal slave. You can actually live, be autonomous, be you!” I smiled at him. His yes darted around a little before he shifted and turned to look back in the direction of the house.
“You, you’ll take care of me right? You won’t let him take me back? I’ll be safe?” his voice trembled as his eyes desperately pleaded with mine.
“You’ll be safe,” I whispered pulling his body back next to mine, “I promise.” I slipped my arms around his body and embraced him in a hug.
We stayed clinging onto one another until the sun began to illuminate more of the forest and the orange tinge had nearly completely dissipated, indicating that the early morning was starting to become a thing of the past. We had to leave.
“Come on Gee, we need to go now,” I spoke, gently prying his body off mine.
Gerard didn’t glance back at the house once as held my hobbling body upright. We continued through the forest, following the small path etched through the leaves. The streets were bare as Gerard and I stumbled through the silence and worked our way back to my house. My attention was divided between trying to not fall over, Gerard’s sporadic tremors and what exactly I was going to tell my parents.
They were going to kill me, then want to help Gerard, then kill me again. I had no contingency plan. I had no idea what I would do if they didn’t agree to let Gerard stay. I could get away with him staying for a week, two at the most, but after that they’d start asking questions. Questions I didn’t have answers for, or at least, answers they either didn’t want to hear to didn’t want to believe. I decided, against my better judgment, that I’d keep Gerard hidden for as long as possible. Truth be told, I knew it wasn’t completely stupid but the longer he is hidden the longer I have to come up with a myriad of excuses to get my parents to let him live with us.
I directed Gerard down along my street until my house stood before us. It was still early and usually my parents would still be asleep at this time. Gerard helped me up the couple stairs on the porch was wrapped his hand around the brass door handle. Seconds away from pulling the door open a light feminine humming travelled through the open window at the front of the house.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
“What? Is that your mum?” Gerard asked shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“Yeah, she must have gotten up early this morning. I don’t know why though.”
“Well what’s the problem, come on let’s go in.”
“No! We uh-I can’t let her see me, she doesn’t so I snuck out last night, we’re going to have to climb in through my window, I think I left the rope hanging out of it from the other night.” I moved my body and Gerard was swift to clasp onto my sides.
We quietly and slowly moved around to the side of the house, I saw Gerard continuously open and close his mouth like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t seem to.
Luckily my laziness came in handy as the makeshift escape rope still hung out my opened window. I tugged on it a few times to make sure it was still secured before using all the power in my arms to pull myself up the side of the house. Gerard was quick to follow behind me, he wasn’t co-ordinated and nearly fell a couple times, grabbing onto my leg every time he slipped and digging his nails into my skin.
I pulled myself through the window just in time for both my arms and legs to completely give up on me. Gerard’s body must have been in the same state. The second I was completely through the window I was pushed to the ground by a tumbling weight. I landed on my back hitting the ground with a loud thump. Gerard’s body came flying down and landed on top of my own crashing our foreheads together.
We both let out pained moans and Gerard, realising that he was basically straddling me to the ground placed his arms either die of my head and pushed himself up a little. A slight shade of rosy pink coloured his cheeks as he stared at me lying underneath him.
“S-sorry Frank,” he stuttered trying to hide behind his hair.
I let out a small giggle, “don’t worry about it, you’re getting a little flustered there Gee, you alright? I moved the hair from his face and smirked.
Gerard moved his eyes up to make contact with mine, the pink in his cheeks was prominent and began to spread to other areas of his pale skin. He kept silent, holding my body down under hi and staring at me, occasionally his eyes would slip down a little only to be brought straight back up.
“Frank! Frank get up, you’ve got to get ready for school!” My mothers’ voice broke us out of entranced state.
“Shit, shit, shit! Quick get up, uh-,” I shot up and pushed Gerard off me. My eyes scanned the room looking for somewhere I could hide him. The wardrobe. Cliché and hardly a good place to hide a person but it was all I had. “Gerard, get into the wardrobe, now!” I whispered and hustled his body toward the oak contraption.
“Wha-what? Frank, stop pushing me, Frank!” I placed my hand over his mouth before shoving his body into the wardrobe.
“Stay quiet,” I hissed through the closed door.
“Frank?” My mother called through the door for me again.
I quickly ran to my desk and fumbled around for my red eye shadow. I found it under a pair of used underwear and quickly set to dabbing it randomly over my face. I didn’t have time to inspect my work when my mother began to pound on the door.
“Frank Anthony Iero! Open this door now!”
I quickly slumped my body over trying to feign looking as sickly as possible. School was just simply not an option today. I flicked the lock on the door and my mother swung it open so quickly it barely missed hitting me.
“Frank! How many times do I need to ask you to – Frank? Frank! Oh honey, are you alright!?” She quickly rushed to me as I pretended become faint. “Here, here, don’t move, you’re going back to bed. Come on.” Despite her small frame my mother had a hell of a lot of strength and she nearly lifted my entire body off the ground to move me into the bed.
I let my eyes flutter closed as she swept the hair from my face and felt for my temperature, “oh dear, sweetie look at how flushed you are, you’re a bit hot too. I’ll call the school and let them know you won’t be going in today. You stay right there honey, get some sleep and rest up.”
I let out a small groan that was supposed to resemble an “okay”. My mother quickly scurried out the door leaving me alone in my bed and Gerard still silently hidden away in the wardrobe.
Notes
hey guys! do I have a reason as to why it is slightly shorter and took forever for me to upload? no, I don't, other than sheer laziness, but you guys don't wanna hear about that.
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9/14/14