Sweet Dreams

Frank’s P.O.V

I open my aching eyes to find myself not in hell, not in an endless black void but in a comfyish chair in a waiting room. Wait-waiting room? What the fuck? Chairs line up against the vomit inducing wallpaper, bland paintings and portraits scatter the walls, and blinding lights shine down on me. While wooden coffee tables completed with trashy magazines lie next to the chairs. I immediately reach for my coat pocket out of habit, much to my surprise my pack and lighter is still in there. Fuck it if I’m dead already the cancer sticks can’t kill me now. I place the cigarette in between my lips as I raise the lighter.

Suddenly, I hear a raspy voice yell, “No Smoking!” I direct my attention towards the sound of the demand, I am met with an old woman sitting behind a plane of glass glaring at me through her smudged reading glasses. Waiting for me to put away my cigarette, I sigh in defeat as I put my death stick and lighter into my pocket while crossing my arms across my chest. I decide to get a better look at the room’s inhabitants, a few small children lie huddled up in the corner playing with toys and one boy is even eating glue. I give a look of disgust but the boy just looks at me and smiles while continuing to digest the sticky substance.

I roll my eyes and see a young woman with dirt and grime smudged all over her face and tattered clothing. Her bright orange hair is tied in a loose ponytail, strands stick out at odd angles while her bangs hang freely over one side of her pale face. She looks at me and flashes me a warm smile as she sticks a red lollipop in between her pink lips. The woman then waves her hand wildly at me, motioning for me to come over. I sigh as I begin to stand up and trudge my way over to her seat. A big toothy grin is plastered on her colorful face consumed with vivid makeup, blood, and dirt, she sits cross legged while her head bobs side to side, and her famous lollipop is forever locked between her lips. To be honest she looks like a mental patient, but then again so does everyone in here, including myself.

I dig my hands in my pockets as I sit in the chair next to hers. She quickly turns to face me and waves her hand crazily in my face, I try to back away but to no avail. “Hi!” She squeaks as she takes a brief moment to suck rather loudly on her sucker. She opens her mouth to speak again while making a ‘pop’ sound in the process of removing her stupid lollipop from the tight grasp of her mouth.
“My name’s Hayley, what’s yours?” She says as she propels her left hand towards me considering her right hand is preoccupied with the task of sticking her annoying ass sucker into her mouth once again. I hesitantly remove my hand from my pocket and slowly reach for hers.

“Umm...Frank.” I mumble as she takes hold of my hand, tightly embracing it, making me fear that I might lose it, she continues to shake it wildly, causing my whole body to shake.I eventually break free of Hayley’s grasp, breathing a slight sigh of relief.

“Pleasure to meet ya, Sir. Frankie.” Hayley states as she raises her hand to her forehead preparing to salute me, a serious look on her face, while her sucker sticks out from her mouth in a way that makes it look like a cigar.

She then busts out in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. I stare at her with a confused look on my face, questioning her sanity. “Lighten up, little Frankie, you’re too serious.” She says as she regains her composure and messes with my hair, causing me to look even more like shit in the process. I force my lips to form a slight grin, a sad attempt at best.

She notices this as she pouts and moves her hands to my face, oh shit. She grins as she forcefully stretches my lips to form a smile. “Turn that frown upside down.” Hayley says in her usual overly perky tone. She finally releases her hands from my face, much to my relief, as she continues to slobber all over that fucking lollipop. That damned sucker.

“You wanna sucker?” She says as she magically makes a lollipop appear from the inside of her pocket. She’s the fucking lollipop wizard.

I raised my hand in protest as I opened my mouth to say no but before I could utter the word she stuck the fucking sucker in my mouth, grape flavor. I fucking hate grape. I grumbled while the sucker was still in my mouth, frowning in the process. Hayley playfully slapped my cheek as she said, “There ya go, Frankie, now smile!” She said as outstretched her arms into the air, a smile forever plastered on her face, I simply grumbled again while removing the stupid sucker from my mouth and handing it to Hayley.

When suddenly, a tall lanky man with long, straight black hair which reached the end of his back walked into the room carrying a clipboard. He turned his head in my direction for a moment and that’s when I saw that he had one brown eye, which I presumed to be his natural eye color, and an icy blue contact in his left eye. He briefly smiled before looking down at his clipboard.

“Hayley Williams, Frank Iero, Gerard Way, and Twiggy please come with me.” He said as I slowly stood up. Hayley immediately jumped to her feet and rushed over to the stranger.

“What’s your name?” She asked as the stranger looked down at her, a blank expression on his face.

“Brian.” He said bluntly as she Hayley took his hand in hers and proceeded to shake it wildly. He looked slightly annoyed by this point. While she continued to bombard Brian with her relentless eagerness, I turned my attention to the two strangers standing awkwardly next to both Hayley and I. I assumed they were Gerard and Twiggy.

The girl was tall and extremely thin, she was deathly pale and had long greasy black hair that seemed to stick to her face, she was pretty however but that was covered up by the blood, dirt, and grime that consumed her. She wore an oversized black tattered hoodie, a frayed tutu, pink leggings with many holes, and black combat boots. Her bloodshot eyes darted nervously around the room.

The boy was average height and slim he was clothed in black from head to toe including his messy hair. Eyeliner shadowed his striking hazel eyes. He looked around the room fearfully until his gaze finally met mine, his soft pale skin was stained with tears and tainted with sorrow. I felt a sudden urge to hug him, to hold him close, to kiss him.

Frank you’re fucking crazy stop with this shit, besides you have bigger things to ponder over such as where the hell are you? Why the fuck are you here? And most importantly if you’re fucking dead or not.
But…but he’s so beautiful.
Just shut the fuck up and start thinking about the important things.
Make me.
Shut up.
No.
Yes.
No.
Ugh go fuck yourself.

Damn I am insane. I was pulled from my thoughts when Brian and the group started walking away, I quickly followed not knowing what the hell is going on or where the fuck we were going

Notes

I just wanted to say that I really appreciate those who are reading this and I thank you. I'll try to update soon, love you :)