"You're pathetic." Frank said circling me. He had a small blade in his hand. "Its a shame you thought I loved you." Frank said raising the blade. He put a slash on my arm my and then my face causing blood to pour over onto the floor. Someone laughed and my brother appeared from behind me. Frank was gone and Mikey was in his place.

‘’No one loves you. I didn’t, dad didn’t, that little boy toy of yours never did.’’ he said and smirked. He got close up to my face and brought a knife to my neck. He slowly slid it across, I winced in pain and he laughed. ‘’You deserve this pain. You hurt people. You’re pathetic and you deserve to die.’’ He brought the knife up and stabbed me sharply in the chest.

I woke up a sweating, panting mess. I sat up quickly and rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms. I haven’t dreamt in a while. I normally have dreamless nights. I sleep easy and wake up. I hated nightmares they sucked ass. I looked around and finally concluded I was in the infirmary. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and looked behind me.

‘’Jensen? What are you doing here?’’

He cuckled and sat down in a chair next to the bed ‘’I work here.’’ Jensen had a job? I had never seen him not stoned or drunk. I didn’t think he could get a job.

‘’You have a job?’’ I asked looking at him

‘’Yeah. I never told you that?’’

I shook my head ‘’I just thought you were a drug dealer.’’

He smiled and shook his head ’’Yeah, well don’t tell anyone here about that.’’ I nodded and sat on the edge of my bed. ‘’How’s the cut on your neck, kid?’’

‘’I actually forgot about it.’’ I brought my hand to my neck and ran my fingers across the cut. It hurt but not nearly as bad as before.

‘’You should be able to get the stitches out soon.’’

‘’Good.’’

‘’I ran into your little boyfriend earlier.’’ I raised an eyebrow and chuckled

‘’Oh yeah? How’d that go?’’

‘’He was upset.’’ Well that wasn’t surprising. Great.

‘’That doesn’t surprise me.’’ I said and sighed
‘’What happened?’’ he asked and furrowed his brow

I sighed again and crossed my arms over my chest ’’Misha.’’

‘’Oh no. What’d he do this time?’’

I shook my head ‘’Rather not talk about it. And don’t ask him about it, Jensen.’’ He nodded hesitantly ‘’What time is it?’’ I asked and raised an eyebrow.

‘’About nine p.m.’’

‘’I’m gonna go back to my room.’’ He nodded and I stood up. I stretched for a moment and walked out and down the hall to my room. I opened the door and kicked of my shoes and laid down on the bed.

‘’Gerard?’’ I heard a voice ask

‘’Hey Ryan.’’ I said staring at the ceiling

‘’Are you okay?’’ I nodded then realized he couldn’t see me

‘’Yeah, I’m fine.’’

‘’Good. Now go to bed.’’ I sighed and rolled over to face the wall. Something poked me in the stomach. I dug into my hoodie pocket and pulled out my sketchbook. It was still flipped open to the drawing of Frank. I sighed again and tossed it on the ground. I rolled back over to face the wall and fell asleep.

Notes

It's like 5:00 here so that means it March 22...yay. I watched Life on the Murder Scene with my friend who didn't like MCR all that much but she does now ^.^