Life is just a blur

FRANK'S POV

"Frank!" somebody calls me and I feel a hand on my back. It's Ray.
"Hey," I say.
"It's Tuesday today, right? So you're coming to my place tomorrow," I nod. "Don't forget to bring your guitar with you!"
"Yeah..."
"What happened? You look sad."
I breathe in before whispering, "Gerard."
"Wha- you met him today, why are you sad about him? What did he do?" I go on and tell him about how he rescued me from that idiot also known as Justin Greene.
"You became invisible?" he puts a hand on my forehead, "Are you sure you're okay?"
I move my head away from his hand, wave him goodbye and start running home.
Why does everyone think I'm crazy?
I've always believed in the supernatural, maybe it's why I deal easily with this kind of events.

~ Time lapse to the day after, 6am ~

The sound of my alarm clock wakes me from the strangest dream I've ever had.
A boy with longish black hair was above me, his hair tickling my cheeks. His eyes were staring into my soul.
Then, suddenly, I was on him, tracing the line of his lips with my thumb and then kissing him. He kissed back at first, but after some seconds I felt like I was burning, and his eyes widened in fear while he was screaming, blood tears fell from my eyes to his face.
After that dream, I think that one thing is certain.
I really need a shower.

After washing myself and putting on my clothes, I look for my shoes, finding them on my school books.
I wear my black All Stars, put my books in my backpack and give myself a few minutes to enjoy my coffee.
Minutes that turn to seconds- maybe I should've been quicker instead of staying under the shower for forty minutes.
After burning my throat with the hot drink, I remember about what Ray said and bring my guitar with me.

SYLWIA'S POV

It's 6,30.
Why on Earth did I wake up at this time?
School, right.
I have a hot shower, I hate cold water on early mornings.
Stepping out of the shower with a towel covering myself, I entertain myself drawing with my index on the steam-covered mirror, turning my "constant frown", as called by Marie, my roommate, in a smile.
I put on a white tee, black skinny jeans and my favorite jeans robe.
While I'm putting on my purple shoes, Marie appears like a zombie would appear in a horror film.
"You really need to tell me what the hell that thing on you shoe means," she says, pointing at the white rubber part of my Converse.
"I told you a lot of times, it's the Twenty One Pilots logo."
"Uh," she nods.
"You don't know them, right?"
"Yup," she hands me a chocolate bar. "Have a good day at school."
"Yes, mom!" I laugh while going out of the house with my backpack on my shoulders.
It's still early, so I decide to walk to school instead of using my powers.
A boy appears in front of me when I turn at a corner, he's carrying a guitar on his back and he's holding a bag in his left hand.
"You should try ukuleles, they're easier to carry," I tell him, knowing he's Frank.
He makes a little jump hearing my voice, then he turns to me and says, "Oh, it's you," then sighs.
"Why so happy this morning?"
"Why so sarcastic?" he says, then adds, "I feel strange."
I nod. He stops walking.
"Can I trust you?" he asks me, looking into my eyes, searching for an answer.
"Frank, I know more secrets than anyone else. I don't even know how my head hasn't exploded yet."
He giggles. I obviously know everything because I read minds. And I am above everything. Literally, sometimes.
"Okay," he says and tells me the same thing Gerard told me the day before. Then adds something that makes me freeze in fear.
"I dreamed about a boy today, he had long black hair and he was on me, then I was on him and I kissed him, and we both started screaming. I felt as if I was on fire and I was crying tears of blood."
No.
No no no no no.
"Do you remember anything else?" I ask, trying to get more information.
"I remember feeling something soft on his back. Like wings or something like that," he says.
I hate being right sometimes.
I try to play it cool.
"Damn it, Frank, what kind of dreams do you have?" I say laughing to cover my fear.
He laughs and goes into his classroom, after saying, "It was nice talking to you!"
Going to my classroom I think about what he told me.

He dreamed of an angel with wings too little to be able to fly, he kissed him and they were on fire.
He cried blood after kissing the angelic creature.
The fight between the white, pure angel and the evil, terrifying demon.

That wasn't a dream.It was a flashback from his past life, the demon trying to take him over.
An angel and a demon.
Rahatiel and Semiazan.
Gerard Way and Frank Iero.

Notes

guYSS
Milo thinks that "THIS SHIT IS FUCKING RAD I SWEAR TO HELL IT'S LIKE THE LAST TWO PARAGRAPHS KILLED ME." (sorry Milooo) (love ya)
So I feel cool (also really emotional)
There's a new character in the next chapter. Guess who?
a) Bob
b) Mikey
c) Patrick Stump
d) Batman
e) Random people

(It's obviously Batman)

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-Sara