As I'm in the shower, I start to think about the eyes I saw before I woke up and realized that I was in an alley. Although it was just for a quick five seconds I swear I could see light behind those eyes. Only time I've ever seen light behind someone's eyes was when I was kid and I didn't know who's eyes they belonged to. Let's face it I can't remember shit period. It's all such a blur as if someone decided to take away all my memories and keep it a secret.

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"WAHH!" A little boy tackles me and lands on top of me.

"Iero get off me!" I laugh while I struggle to shove him off me, his eyes contained light and happiness. The light and this named I called him made me questioned who was this kid.

"No way, Way!" The little boy laughs and it fades and he clears his throat and asks, "Hey Gee?"

"Yeah." I answer.

"What if I told you that I'm gonna have to leave you...forever?"

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"Gerard? GEE?! GERARD!?!?" Everything started to fade away and suddenly I woke up and noticed that I must have fallen asleep in the shower. Then Mikey's voice increased and I heard banging, "GERARD!?"

"What the fu-what Mikey?!" I scream and turn off the shower. Wrapping a towel around my waist I come out and see Mikey.

"You've been in the fucking shower for like almost an hour."
"I'm sorry...I was just caught in a-I guess daydream?" I question as if I didn't know, and I really didn't know.

"Have you been getting sleep lately?" I thought over the question and to be honest no because I felt a little off since the beginning of art school, I guess. The assignments were easy and I finished them quickly.

"Uhmm, yeah." I sounded hesitant but I didn't know whether to tell the truth or not.

He sighed, "Okay."
"Can you leave? I sort of would like to get dressed." He looked at me and nodded. Mikey left the room and I let out a big sigh.

"God damn shut up!" I hear from a very unfamiliar voice. I look out my window to see if anyone was near but all I could see was my neighbor in his room, which I question if that was him and I now have super hearing powers. I laugh a little and walk to my closet.

I put on a pair of plain black gym shorts and grabbed a random t-shirt from the closet, "Morrissey." I muttered and put it on. The rest of the night I spent inside my room looking over high school memories and listened to some David Bowie and The Smashing Pumpkins. I started to get a little sleepy, after six hours of drawing random sketches. My eyes started to close and open slowly until I drifted into a sleep.

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"What do you mean leave forever?" I ask.

"Well my mom said I might have to leave you forever." The little boy explains.

"I don't want you to go. You're all I have. Who am I supposed to go to when mom and dad start fighting? Mikey is with grandma until he's ten and that's a long time." I start to tear up and shake.

"Gee don't cry. When I get older I know at some point we'll meet again. I promise." He started to comfort me.

"B-but what if you f-for-get?" I get choked up while sobbing.

"Well what my mom says is that you might forget about your childhood but you can still keep a promise and it'll come back soon." He rubs my back and I pull him into a hug.

"Don't go," tears start to fill my eyes, "I love you Frankie."

"I love you too Geerad and I'm sorry." He held onto me.

"Just don't go, please don't go!" Then everything started to fade away, even my voice.

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"Gerard?" I hear a faint voice then it got louder.

"Don't go, please." I move my lips and my voice comes out.

"Gerard!?!" The voice louder and louder then turning into screams. My body is shaking and well someone was shaking but it felt like I was shaking.

"Please wake up! GEE!? GERARD!?!? Wake up you asshole!"

I feel a sharp pain on my face and my eyes shot open and I suddenly screamed, "Don't leave me Frankie!"

"Gerard." Mikey held me in his arms and tried to calm me.

After I was calm, I took in everything and noticed that my mom was by my door looking scared, not by me hopefully, she also looked kind of sick.

"What happened?" I ask Mikey and let him go.

"Uhhmm..hmm where should I start?" He looked at our mom and she just nodded at him and he sighed.

"Well, I came up here and to see if you were doing alright along with mom. Mom is sort of coming down with something," Mikey explains, "Anyways, I walked into mom's room and then I heard something fall. It sounded like a body so I checked in your room and..uhh." Mikey tries to get his words out and I stare at him until he goes on with everything.

"Uhhmm, well, you were sort of like shaking a lot and then you were screaming 'don't leave' and 'don't go' and this dudes name," He explained it sounded all familiar this situation, "then you started to scream and cry. You looked like you were having a nightmare." He said and I could hear his concern and I looked down at my shoes.

"It wasn't a nightmare at all. It was just a dream of me when I was small. Just that, it felt more of a memory." I looked at Mikey and then my mom, she looked less concerned and more relieved but I could tell she was gonna say something. I stayed quiet and waited for the silence to break.

"So...what memory was it?" She asked and Mikey looked at her then back at me.

"Like I said I was a kid and this little boy was leaving me, he said it was forever and I don't know why but it made me feel scared. Well that's what it felt like in the dream and what it seemed like in actuality." I try to explain suddenly forgetting the name of the boy's name.

"Well we know that he was leaving and all. Who was the boy?" My mom asked, as if she forgot about earlier and so did I. I woke up yelling and screamed Frankie, who was Frankie?

"I honestly don't know, his name started with an F or something." I lied.

"Frankie?" Mikey asked and looked at me. That name sounded so natural and comforting?

"Yeah, I think it was Frankie." The use of the name rolled off my tongue as if I was used to it.

"That name rings a bell, Frank..ie." My mom pronounces it out loud and left the room. Mikey and I didn't question it, she usually does that and comes back with an idea.

"Frankie, from what I can figure out is that he was a childhood friend. I didn't spend a lot of time with him but whenever I came to visit he was always around. We would always hangout, he was like your best friend. How could you not remember a childhood friend?"

I shrug, "I don't know, I mean I barely know a lot of my childhood. I can't remember our first time when you moved back."

"I know but this was a kid you piratically loved, not as a brother or a lover. Just someone you loved. Well, that's what kind of vibe I get from looking back at it now." Mikey comments, I tell him to leave and then I listen to some Morrissey.

Notes

Sorry for a late update...I had to do some school but now I am here...I'm gonna write another one and possibly update tommorow. Hope you all like it...and again sorry for late update felt like adding a little dreamy thingy