Ghost Stories
Chapter Four: Dear Agony
Nothing seems real anymore. Not since the man who murdered me pulled the trigger.
Gerard's P.O.V.
I shift my body so that I am now sitting up, Frank still stands over me watching my every move. “Everything is…is so fucked up, I-I don’t even know how to begin comprehending this, I mean there’s a fallen god who tortures lost souls, a black parade, and inter-dimensional travel….it’s just…I don’t understand.” I say as I feel tears well up in the corners of my eyes, then one traitorous tear runs down my cheek, leaving a telltale streak of sorrow in its wake. I bring my hands to my face trying to cover up the tears. It doesn’t work however as my body is hit with a sudden wave of despair and I start sobbing hysterically. I can no longer control my emotions, everything that has happened in the past two weeks swirls around in my broken mind like a hurricane….a force that not even I can command. My body starts shaking as my cries increase, my face still in my hands, as I feel the bed sloop down as Frank sits by my side. He places a hand on my back and starts rubbing soothing circles onto it. “Shhh, shh, Gerard…it’s okay, I know it’s a lot to take in, but I’m always going to be here for you.” Frank says trying to comfort me while still rubbing my back.
“Why Frank? Why do you care so much? I’m nothing, you should have left me to rot and saved someone that actually mattered.” I said through broken cries as Frank stopped rubbing my back, removing his hand completely.
“Gee look at me,” Frank voiced and when I didn’t comply he grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his enchanting eyes, “You matter, there’s a reason I saved you, you’re different…I see something in you, I see a spark, and…and I love you Gerard.” My jaw all but dropped as those words escaped his lips. He loves me? But how he doesn’t even know me?
“What? You don’t even know me Frank…how, how could you love an ugly piece of shit like me?” I cry as Frank continues to stare into my eyes.
“But I do know you Gerard. I’ve known you your whole life. I’ve watched you grow up, I’ve watched you get bullied and abused, I’ve watched you create beautiful pieces of art, and I’ve heard your angelic voice sing. You see I pick the future members of the Black Parade the minute that they are born, I already know their destinies and observe their lives from afar. So, yes, Gee I do know you and I love you, you beautiful asshole.”
Frank’s P.O.V.
I continue to stare into Gee’s mesmerizing eyes filled with sorrow. His cries have died down, but a look of confusion now rests on his innocent face. “Y-you’ve watched me? But h-how…I-I don’t even know what to say anymore.” Gerard stutters as he breaks our trance and looks down at the floor, his blonde almost white hair glistens under the dim light in the darkness of despair.
“You don’t have to say anything, Gee, come on would you like to see the 28th dimension?” I ask as Gerard slowly nods his head, a single tear drops through the valleys of his pallid face that the world has forgotten. I grab his hand and force his small frame to get up. I continue to hold a tight grip, fearing that if I let go, I’ll lose him. I drag him across the dark room and open the door leading to the outside. “You ready?” I ask and Gee nods his head once again. We step into the outside, a haunting mist covering the desolate road litteredwith black debris leading into the city. Ashes and black and red confetti falls from the gray skies.
“Holy shit, it rains confetti? That’s fucking awesome.” Gee says as his sullen face suddenly lights up and a wide smile appears. I let a slight laugh escape my lips as I look at Gerard, who magically gained a burst of energy, dancing in the middle of the road, his hospital gown flows in the misty wind.
“Do you want to see the city?” I ask as Gerard nods and I take hold of his hand once more as we begin to journey to the gothic city.
“What do you call this road anyway?” Gerard inquires as he looks up at me.
“The Boulevard of Broken Dreams.” I state as Gerard giggles slightly, making him look fucking adorable.
“Like the Green Day song?” Gerard asks as I sigh, that’s always their response.
“We called it that before Green Day even existed.” I state as Gerard mouths ‘oh’ and we continue on our way, my hand still in his.
Gerard's P.O.V.
I shift my body so that I am now sitting up, Frank still stands over me watching my every move. “Everything is…is so fucked up, I-I don’t even know how to begin comprehending this, I mean there’s a fallen god who tortures lost souls, a black parade, and inter-dimensional travel….it’s just…I don’t understand.” I say as I feel tears well up in the corners of my eyes, then one traitorous tear runs down my cheek, leaving a telltale streak of sorrow in its wake. I bring my hands to my face trying to cover up the tears. It doesn’t work however as my body is hit with a sudden wave of despair and I start sobbing hysterically. I can no longer control my emotions, everything that has happened in the past two weeks swirls around in my broken mind like a hurricane….a force that not even I can command. My body starts shaking as my cries increase, my face still in my hands, as I feel the bed sloop down as Frank sits by my side. He places a hand on my back and starts rubbing soothing circles onto it. “Shhh, shh, Gerard…it’s okay, I know it’s a lot to take in, but I’m always going to be here for you.” Frank says trying to comfort me while still rubbing my back.
“Why Frank? Why do you care so much? I’m nothing, you should have left me to rot and saved someone that actually mattered.” I said through broken cries as Frank stopped rubbing my back, removing his hand completely.
“Gee look at me,” Frank voiced and when I didn’t comply he grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his enchanting eyes, “You matter, there’s a reason I saved you, you’re different…I see something in you, I see a spark, and…and I love you Gerard.” My jaw all but dropped as those words escaped his lips. He loves me? But how he doesn’t even know me?
“What? You don’t even know me Frank…how, how could you love an ugly piece of shit like me?” I cry as Frank continues to stare into my eyes.
“But I do know you Gerard. I’ve known you your whole life. I’ve watched you grow up, I’ve watched you get bullied and abused, I’ve watched you create beautiful pieces of art, and I’ve heard your angelic voice sing. You see I pick the future members of the Black Parade the minute that they are born, I already know their destinies and observe their lives from afar. So, yes, Gee I do know you and I love you, you beautiful asshole.”
Frank’s P.O.V.
I continue to stare into Gee’s mesmerizing eyes filled with sorrow. His cries have died down, but a look of confusion now rests on his innocent face. “Y-you’ve watched me? But h-how…I-I don’t even know what to say anymore.” Gerard stutters as he breaks our trance and looks down at the floor, his blonde almost white hair glistens under the dim light in the darkness of despair.
“You don’t have to say anything, Gee, come on would you like to see the 28th dimension?” I ask as Gerard slowly nods his head, a single tear drops through the valleys of his pallid face that the world has forgotten. I grab his hand and force his small frame to get up. I continue to hold a tight grip, fearing that if I let go, I’ll lose him. I drag him across the dark room and open the door leading to the outside. “You ready?” I ask and Gee nods his head once again. We step into the outside, a haunting mist covering the desolate road litteredwith black debris leading into the city. Ashes and black and red confetti falls from the gray skies.
“Holy shit, it rains confetti? That’s fucking awesome.” Gee says as his sullen face suddenly lights up and a wide smile appears. I let a slight laugh escape my lips as I look at Gerard, who magically gained a burst of energy, dancing in the middle of the road, his hospital gown flows in the misty wind.
“Do you want to see the city?” I ask as Gerard nods and I take hold of his hand once more as we begin to journey to the gothic city.
“What do you call this road anyway?” Gerard inquires as he looks up at me.
“The Boulevard of Broken Dreams.” I state as Gerard giggles slightly, making him look fucking adorable.
“Like the Green Day song?” Gerard asks as I sigh, that’s always their response.
“We called it that before Green Day even existed.” I state as Gerard mouths ‘oh’ and we continue on our way, my hand still in his.
Notes
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I like the 2nd and 5th ones :)
7/9/15