My Angel

I opened my eyes... My surroundings... I couldn't see them... Everything was bright... Am I dead? Is this what happens when you die? My surroundings started to slowly form. A faint beeping was the only noise. I opened and closed my eyes a few times. The surroundings fully formed. They confirmed that I was indeed, not dead. I laid in a bed, not mine, not Frank's, not one I recognized, but a bed nonetheless. The beeping was coming from the machine beside me, monitoring my heart. I've never liked hospitals. Ever. I started to move a bit, which, to my surprise, didn't hurt me that much at all. But didn't Bert cut into me? Was that not why I was here? I ringed a button for the nurse to ask what the hell I was doing here. The room was vacant, besides me being there of course. If I'm in the hospital, why am I alone? Does anyone care about me anymore? The nurse ran in, shouting to the doctor. "He's awake!" She cried, running over to me. The doctor was right behind her. "Oh my god, I'll go call his family." And with that she jogged out of the room. "Hello there, Mr. Way," the doctor said, her voice sweet and sincere. "May I call you Gerard?" I nodded. "Do you know why you are here, Gerard?" "No," I answered honestly, studying her and deciding I liked her. She was nice, after all. "Will you tell me? I thought I got cut up by my bully at school, but I feel no pain there. Can you please explain to me what's going on?" "I will in a moment," she sighed, writing something down quickly and setting down her clipboard. "Can you tell me the last thing you remember?" I went on about how I left Frank's house and got cut up by Bert, and seeing Frank and falling asleep after that. "Gerard, none of that was real, it was a dream," she sighed, taking ahold of my hand. "Honey, what happened was you tried to commit suicide and a young man, Frank, who was fifteen at the time, stopped you. He went to take you to the nurse and you just dropped in the hallway, falling unconscious. You got sent here and you were in a coma. That was September. It's February, Gerard." What? No, she's trying to say the day I met Frank, I went into a fucking coma?! That can't be right!!! I was there, at the nurse's office! I got the stitches! Wait, does that mean Frank and I aren't together?? No, this is bullshit! All of it! I don't remember falling! And does that mean Ryan's not dead, if the load of bullshit she's trying to sell is true? Does that mean Frank doesn't love me? Pete and Mikey aren't together? What does it mean? Did I not get kidnapped? But I tried and I ran from them and then they caught me! I remember doing that! I felt that pain! I was there, running scared... I remember it all too well... It was fucking real! Oh my god, this can't be true. It can't. I won't let it. No. I remember it all too well for it not to be real. All too well. Fuck. "That is not- you're lying," I accused, letting my tears fall from my eyes and yanking my hand away from hers. She was lying. She had to be. "The rest can't be a dream! It can't! I remember it all too well! It was real!" I began sobbing. "It's okay, Gerard," she whispered soothingly in my ear, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder as I sobbed. "I'm so sorry. None of what you remember was real. It was all a dream. You've been in a coma for about six months. I'm sorry to have to tell you. The last part of your dream was probably enough to wake you up-" "-Doctor, his family and friends are here," the nurse interrupted, peeking her head in and looking over at us. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Way..." "Okay, let them in," the doctor ordered. The nurse took off. The doctor turned back to me, pushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. "My name is Kitty, by the way. Just call me Dr. Kitty, okay?" I nodded, still trying to get over the fact that my life sucks again as well as the fact that everything good that happened, and all the friends I'd met, like Ray, were never my friends and none of it was true. It wasn't real. And then I heard one voice that cheered me up just a little. "Gerard!!" "Mikey!" I cried out, catching my brother and hugging him. He clung to me like I was his lifeline, and I assumed had no intentions of letting me go. He was sobbing. "It's okay, Mikes..." "Mikey, I told you to wait for-" I heard my mom begin to lecture him while she was down the hall. When she came in, she began to cry. "Gerard!!" She screamed, running to me and hugging me so tight. I thought I was gonna suffocate, oh my god. "Gerard, honey, oh my god, I love you so much." "I love you also!!" Mikey wept, curling up in my lap like a five year old when he was indeed, fifteen. "I love you guys too," I choked out, hugging them back real tight. Mom moved a chair over and sat there while Mikey remained in my lap. "I... I'm so sorry guys... This was all my fault... If I hadn't tried to commit suicide..." My mom shook her head. "All that matters is that you're okay," she whispered. I nodded, hugging Mikey again as more people entered the room. There was Pete, Lindsey, Patrick, Alicia Simmons, some girl I didn't know, Brendon, Ryan, and Dallon. I recognized them even though I thought I knew them, but they didn't know me. And lastly, Ray and Bob entered the room, followed by Frank, and Jamia. Damn it. "Gerard, a lot has happened, and it's good to see you," Lindsey smiled, pulling the unknown girl closer to her and kissing her cheek. Ah, Ellie is real? That must be her then. I didn't think Lindsey Ballato would be gay for just anyone. But what about Bert? Ah, fuck that piece of shit ugly trash. "Hi, my name's Alicia," Alicia (obviously) greeted me, waving and smiling a little. "I'm Mikey's girlfriend." Oh shit. I still waved back though. "I'm Ray," Ray (obviously) beamed, waving too. It's good to know he's as friendly as he was in my dream. "And this is Bob. You remember Frank, don't you? I know you knew him..." I nodded, waving back. "Hey, Gerard," Brendon called, not smiling like he usually was around that time. "I know you don't really like me, but I'm here... And these are Ryan, my boyfriend, and Dallon, our friend." "I'm sorry I was mean to you, Brendon," I apologized, looking over at Brendon and gesturing for him to come over. When he did, I hugged him. "I don't hate you or anything, okay? Do you forgive me?" "Of course," he beamed, hugging me back, before adding with a smirk, "doll face." I flicked him playfully in the back of the head. Jamia introduced herself, and Frank walked over to me. "Hey buddy," he whispered, hugging me real tight. I hugged back, enjoying him far too much. "I'm glad you're finally awake. I told Jamia about what happened. And her, being my friend and all, wanted to come and meet you as soon as you were awake." "He also came to me when he had problems with is now ex, Billie Joe," Jamia giggled, getting a roll of the eyes from Frank. "So now he's single and looking and he can't stop complaining about it." Frank blushed. Jamia was actually a lot nicer than she was in my dream. This was odd as well. "So, Patrick and I are dating, by the way," Pete announced at random, which made my heart sink. Especially when I saw the look on Mikey's face. I'm assuming he already knew, but was devastated. I knew how he felt about Pete. And I'm pretty sure Pete liked him back. Well, maybe used to. I don't know. "And Mom broke up with Tobias," Mikey added, looking up at me while a grin spread across my face. "It's because he pushed me down the stairs." My jaw dropped. "It's good to have you back, you know," Patrick said, coming over and patting the top of my head. Haha... Patrick patted my head. That's hilarious. "And guess what? Bert's in jail," Lindsey announced, smirking like hell. I looked at her perplexedly, and she continued her story. "Well, I got mad at him and told my Mom about him hitting me and I told her that he raped me and she had him locked up." She shrugged. "I didn't stop her, either. Fuck that." Everyone started laughing, and we all started chit chatting, all having separate conversations with others. "Hey Frankie," I whispered, not looking down at him as he looked up at me, blushing at his nickname. I honestly forgot for a moment this was the Frank that didn't love me like my dream Frank did. "Thank you for saving me. If you didn't come after me, well, I'd be dead." "Well, you're welcome, Gerard." He smiled at me and I looked down at him. He was laying by my side while I was sitting up. And Mikey had moved off my lap earlier to go talk to Alicia. "Hey Frankie?" "Yeah?" "I... I think I'm-" "-Everyone, visiting hours are over," the nurse announced, walking into the room. Everyone 'aww'd and some ended up walking out after they said goodbye. "I'm pretty sure the doctor might let him go home tomorrow." "Well, I guess you can tell me tomorrow," Frank suggested, climbing off the bed and hugging me. I hugged back, not wanting him to leave. "I'll see you then, okay?" I nodded. "Okay. Bye, Gerard." And he was gone too. But Mom and Mikey were the last to leave. -

Notes

Well, at least he's not dead, huh?