Thoughts Of The Past

My room felt as empty as ever, even though I could hear both boys giggling their Asses off in the bathroom across the hall. I twirled a stand of hair around my finger, mesmerized by the colors. I’ve never really appreciated the beauty of it all until now, moments before its destruction.

I glared at the pristine white outfit sitting there on the hanger. Both the low-cut button jacket and pencil-thin skirt mocking me from the closet door, I just knew it. In just a few moments I would be just as bland as the both of them, and they ravished in it.

“Alright, it’s official! Micah, come look at the new and improved Gerard!” Frank called from the bathroom. Of course, I had to call them by their actual names now. If this was going to work, we couldn’t afford any mistakes. I stood up from my bed and took a step towards the door, stopping momentarily.

Frank’s words ran through my head. “Alright, it’s official!”

“It’s official!” These words sound familiar.

“It’s official.” I fell to my knees, a whole different scene laying out in front of me.

I walked around the desert aimlessly; unsure of my surroundings or what zone I’ve wandered into. The hot desert sun beat down on my scorching skin, already marked red from the harmful rays. I spent the last two days in a small shelter-like home; full of the typical Power-Pup they expected us to live off of and jugs of water, practically clearing the place out before I moved on.

A radio tower buzzed to life with static overhead. Of course. Of-fucking-course. Wandering “aimlessly” only got my closer to the last place I wanted to be- Dr.D’s station. What was I supposed to tell him? ‘Oh yeah, hey Doctor, so yeah all of my friends are dead, and Crazed Angel kinda went all psycho and killed the rest of them.’ Yeah, that’d go over very well.

Bzzzt.

“Ok ok, hold on. I’m going.”

“Well, it’s official killjoys. Your fellow leader, Party Poison, and his group- Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid, Jet Star, and Missile Kid- have dissipated. Killed by the BL/ind in their quest for peace. Crazed Angel and her gang have not returned as well.

“My fellow killjoys- this is a downhill battle. This is a war that cannot be won. All we are doing.” He paused; collecting himself and trying make his voice less shaky. “Is causing more unnecessary trouble for all of the wonderful people at BL/ind. It’s time for this to end. For humanities sake, I hope you smile today. This will be my final broadcast. Doctor Death. Out.”

Great. They got to him too, I thought. At least they though I was dead, so I could be less cautious.

As much as I expected the worst of every situation, I was not prepared for the next sound to come through that tower.

It was a soft sound, a high-pitched whine. A high-pitched whine followed by a guttural groan and a whisper.

“Keep Running.”

“Just let her ride it out, Frank.”

I blinked away tears as my monotonous room vaguely came back into focus. I realized I was no longer on the floor, but wrapped up in a set of warm arms, coddling my trembling body. I was sobbing, exhaling deep breaths into his shoulder, my mind refusing to do anything else.

I forced myself to cough and shifted my position, looking to see who was holding me. Gerard looked back down at me, his tiny teeth breaking out into a soft smile. His now-black hair was pulled back into a ridiculously small ponytail. It made him look even more feminine. I relaxed a little, my trembling almost ceasing to exist. Hopefully these episodes will finally thin out now that they’re here.

“See? She’s okay. Right, Micah?” He ran a soft hand through my frizzy hair, kissing the top of my head.

“Yeah, fine.” I muttered, scrambling to get up while wiping stray tears from my face. I looked up at Frank. He was already in his white get-up; the white button-up shirt and loose dress pants washing him out and his black hair neatly trimmed around his pale face.

“Sunshine, what was it about?” He asked softly, his face full of concern.

“Nothing.” I shot back, tucking a piece of hair behind my left ear and neatly avoiding his gaze.

“Come on, Micah. We know a flashback pose when we see one. You were here muttering to yourself in the fetal position-“

“I said I don’t wanna talk about it!” I shrieked, throwing the door open and dashing out into the hall.

Fuck, what am I doing. I stopped abruptly, scrunching my face in a poor attempt to hold back more tears. I sobbed lightly and sank to the floor a second time, hugging my knees. A hand softly touched my shoulder, causing me to slightly flinch.

“It was nothing, I promise.” I choked out. “Can we just please do my hair now before I change my mind and fight you all the way through?”

A low chuckle erupted from his lips, and I knew immediately who it was. “Sure, come on.” Gerard quietly spoke. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up bridal style. He plopped me in a wooden chair in the bathroom- I could still see the remnants of his red split ends that scattered the tiled floor. I sighed as he ran a small purple comb through my luscious curls, forcing a flat iron through the thick mess. If he really thinks it’s gonna stay straight, he’s got another thing coming. I clench my eyes shut as the sharp sound of the scissors slicing through my hair echo in the bathroom. I refuse to look until it’s all over.

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