He Expected The World

I watched as Emmy nervously tried to explain what happened, "I was... I needed to clean his room, and I asked him to leave, and then he started to scream about not wanting to leave Gerard, and I had to drag him out of the room, and then he bit me, and grabbed a kitchen knife that someone had left out, and threatened to cut his throat if I didn't let him back in the room, and then you guys came and then he started seizing!" She wailed.
I sighed, and helped my aunt hold Frank down. "Call the paramedics!" My aunt demanded, and Emmy nodded, running off. She came back a few minutes later, "They have an ambulance on its way." She said beginning to bite her nails.
When the paramedics came, Frank was still seizing. They had to basically strap him down, and it was horrible. My aunt drove me to the hospital, following the ambulance best she could. We got there about five minutes after Frank did.
I ran inside and asked to be seen to his room. They told me that I would have to wait because he was in urgent care section. After three hours, I still wasn't able to be shown to his room. My aunt made me leave. "Can we come see him tomorrow?" I asked from the passengers seat of the car. She nodded.
I had a very eventful week I think. I had gotten a date to homecoming, got a dress, lost my brother, went to a funeral, and then watched the previously mentioned homecoming date seize on a table. Lovely lovely week.

I sat on my bed reading "The Hobbit", my music playing really loudly. My parents were leaving me alone for the most part, they would bring food up every so often. They knew I was upset about everything that had happened.
There was a quiet knock on my door, "Ivette. Open the door please." I heard my dad shout over the music. Ew. Oh my god, I hated it when my parents used my full name. I grabbed my bookmark, and then got up to open my door. "What is it, daddy?" I asked, leaning on my door frame. "Your friend Gerard is here."
My heart leapt in my throat, "What!?" I shrieked. He clapped his hands over his ears, and stepped back to reveal a tall man with chin length fire truck colored hair and big hazel eyes. He wore extremely tight black skinny jeans that didn't leave much to the imagination, a dark grey tee-shirt with the sleeves cut off, a leather jacket, and a pair of black vans. He was leaning against the wall, ankles crossed, and his hands shoved in his pockets, "Hello Ivy." He said with a smile.
He was just like Frank had described him. Handsome, tall, thin features. His voice was smooth, and dark. It sounded like the voice of someone who was hiding something.
"Can I help you with something?" I said, my voice shaking.
"Yes, you can." He said. My dad had walked downstairs.
He stepped towards me. "I need you to be careful with Frank." He said, shutting my door behind him. I swallowed nervously.
"I... what?" I stammered.
"Just be careful with him, love." He said, leaning back against the door.
My heart was racing. I was so confused. "You're not even real!" I blurted.
He looked at me with a hurt expression. "Don't go telling Frankie that. He'll have your head!" He snapped.

Then Gerard was gone, and everything was black. I opened my eyes, and saw that I was in the hospital, sitting in the chair that was next to Frank's bed.
Had it been a dream? It must have been.
I stood up and walked over to where Frank was sleeping, shaking him gently. His eyes snapped open and his hands wrapped around my throat. "It's me! It's Ivy!" I shrieked. He dropped his hands, "Sorry." He whispered.
I shook my head, "It's alright. How are you feeling?" I asked him, dropping to my knees beside him.
"Tired." He muttered, rubbing his fist in his eyes.
I laughed quietly. "Do you want anything to eat?" I asked.
"Uh... maybe if you could get me something from like McDonalds or something?" He asked innocently.
"What would ya like?" I chirped.
"Surprise me." He said with a small smile.
I nodded, and was about to leave when I heard a voice.
"Frank Iero. We need to talk."

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